Upon hearing these words, everyone in the Phoenix Sect furrowed their brows at this moment.
The provocative tone, the mocking voice, was clearly here to cause trouble.
Moreover, this voice was extremely familiar.
"Yin-Yang Blade Saint..."
Su Han took a deep breath, a cold light flashed in his eyes.
Who else could be called grandfather by Du Xi, besides the Yin-Yang Blade Saint?
"This..."
Su Qing stood up somewhat flustered, and beside him, Du Xi was also at this moment, voluntarily unveiling the red gauze over her head.
However, no one paid attention to how beautiful Du Xi looked; all eyes were fixed on the void, where the gradually parting clouds revealed.
From the clouds, a figure slowly emerged.
It was indeed the Yin-Yang Blade Saint!
However, at this moment, the former grayish-white hair of the Yin-Yang Blade Saint had completely returned, just like in his youth, jet black.
The wrinkles on his face had almost disappeared; beneath his fair skin, there was a radiance that people found hard to accept.
He stood there, overlooking below, his gaze seemingly able to penetrate the palace and see everything inside.
"Is it you?!"
Ling Xiao was the first to rush out of the palace, coldly saying, "You dare to come back?"
"Why wouldn’t I dare?"
The Yin-Yang Blade Saint faintly smiled, "God Slaying Heavenly Emperor? One of the Peak Sub-Immortal Level of the Phoenix Sect? With the several-thousand-fold time acceleration at the Phoenix Sect, ten years for you is equivalent to tens of thousands of years, right? With your formidable aptitude and terrifying cultivation speed, why have you not yet broken through to the Immortal Realm in tens of thousands of years?"
"Hmm?"
Ling Xiao frowned.
He suddenly understood the meaning of the Yin-Yang Blade Saint!
"Stand down,"
A calm voice sounded from below.
When Ling Xiao looked down, he saw Su Han, pristine in his white robe, walking one step at a time from the ground.
Su Qing, Du Xi, and others followed behind, rushing out of the palace.
"It’s such a festive atmosphere, old me seems to have returned at a rather inconvenient time?" Yin-Yang Blade Saint sneered.
Evidently, he didn’t appear ashamed in the slightest; these were just words.
As he spoke, his Divine Sense swept directly outward, landing on Su Han.
But what caused him to frown was that Su Han had concealed all his aura, and with his cultivation base at that moment, he was actually unable to see through!
"Ten years have passed..."
Su Han gazed at Yin-Yang Blade Saint, standing directly opposite: "It’s been ten years since the great war between the Phoenix Sect and the Three Teachings, Nine Schools, and Seventy-Two Sects—and finally, you’ve returned."
"Indeed..."
There was a shadow in Yin-Yang Blade Saint’s gaze: "You’ve enjoyed ten years on this vast land of trillions, while old me has been fleeing in the starry sky for ten years!"
Su Han made every effort to suppress the killing intent within his heart, calmly said: "Today is the wedding day of Su Qing and Du Xi, even if you disregard Su Qing, at least for Du Xi’s sake, don’t make trouble."
"Trouble? You think old me is making trouble? Hahahaha..."
Yin-Yang Blade Saint laughed aloud, suddenly stretched out his hand, and pressed viciously towards the palace on the left.
"Boom!!!"
Immediately, there was a massive dull sound, the palace with a diameter of at least a thousand miles directly shattered into pieces.
Fortunately, there were no Phoenix Sect disciples inside; they were all gathered here watching the commotion.
"You said old me was making trouble? Then old me shall make a proper scene for you!" Yin-Yang Blade Saint sneered.
There was a flicker of icy coldness in Su Han’s eyes.
Yet, he still didn’t make a move.
"Grandfather!"
Du Xi’s eyes reddened, shouting towards Yin-Yang Blade Saint: "Today is Xi’er’s wedding day, how can you do this!"
"You still dare to speak?"
Yin-Yang Blade Saint gritted his teeth: "One is you, the other is your father—you are all disgraceful useless mud!"
"Back then, old me warned you countless times not to associate with the Phoenix Sect. Once old me broke through to the Immortal Realm, what kind of Dao Companion couldn’t you find? Yet, you insisted on being with this brat and marrying into the Phoenix Sect? Old me’s grand plan nearly got ruined by you!"
"But I love him!!!"
Du Xi mournfully said: "One is you, the other is Su Qing, how am I supposed to choose! You had promised me a marriage alliance with the Immortal Sovereign Pavilion, but you never asked about my feelings, you treated me as a mere exchange for benefits!"
"That was for your own good!"
Yin-Yang Blade Saint glared at Du Xi: "What do you know? As a cultivator, besides cultivating and proving the Dao, the most important thing is the interest of the Sect. Mere youthful romance counts for nothing! I’ve always been unable to understand what on earth is in your heads!"
Clearly, his cultivation base at the Immortal Realm gave the Yin-Yang Blade Saint immense confidence.
To the extent that...
His formerly reticent nature now became much more talkative.
"Fine, it’s all Xi’er’s fault, Xi’er is willing to admit fault, as long as you do not strike against the Phoenix Sect, it’s all Xi’er’s fault, could that work?"
Du Xi pleaded: "I beg you, I beg you on Xi’er’s behalf, it’s Xi’er’s dream wedding!!!"
"Shut up!"
Yin-Yang Blade Saint rebuked: "Just because I’m considering your face, old me hasn’t directly acted against the Phoenix Sect, otherwise, Phoenix City would have long been a river of blood, the corpses piled as mountains!"
"Then what do you want!!!" Du Xi’s voice sharpened.
"Want?"
Yin-Yang Blade Saint sneered, looking at Su Han: "Nine Shadows Emperor, such astounding cultivation base, unparalleled battle power, once suppressed old me into obscurity, today, old me has achieved the Immortal Realm and returned, intending to find Nine Shadows Emperor for a good spar!"
"Immortal Realm?!"
Upon hearing these two words, countless people around had their pupils shrink and bodies tremble!
With their cultivation base, naturally, they couldn’t perceive the true realm of Yin-Yang Blade Saint.
At this moment, when Yin-Yang Blade Saint spoke, their hearts surged with massive waves.
This is the Immortal Realm!!!
How many years has it been since the appearance of the Immortal Realm in the Lower-Class Star Region?
And what does the Immortal Realm symbolize?
Invincible!
No one can rival it!!!
The gap between Immortal Realm and Spirit Realm is as vast as heaven and earth, a realm countless people dream of achieving.
Even the strongest at the Peak of the Sub-Immortal Level, in the hands of the Immortal Realm, are like ants!
Aside from Su Han and Destruction Empress, no one expected that in this brief span of ten years, Yin-Yang Blade Saint would actually reach the Immortal Realm!
"No, don’t..." Du Xi shook her head frantically.
From Yin-Yang Blade Saint’s tone, anyone could hear that there was a killing intent inherent within.
That killing intent, was dense to the extremity!
Did he really want to spar with Su Han?
No, definitely not!

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