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“Ye Junlin?”

Ming Wanjun frowned and let out a cold laugh, “Looks like I underestimated the locals here; even the pride of my clan dares to slash.”

“Milord, that Ye Junlin is not easy to deal with, plus he recently gained the inheritance from Fallen Immortal Island and has become its new master,” Old Ancestor Tianhong added.

“Wait a minute, you said he inherited Fallen Immortal Island?”

Ming Wanjun grabbed Old Ancestor Tianhong’s collar, his expression one of disbelief.

“Yes, yes! Fallen Immortal Island appeared out of nowhere and opened trials; later, Ye Junlin took first place and inherited this great fortune,” Old Ancestor Tianhong explained.

As he spoke, his heart ached, and he belittled, “I say, that’s just some nameless person’s inheritance; he stumbled upon a cheap opportunity.”

“You fool, what the hell do you understand?!”

A thunderous roar came, causing Old Ancestor Tianhong’s head to buzz.

“That’s the legendary inheritance of the master of Fallen Immortal Island, do you know how significant that is?!”

Ming Wanjun recalled the legends he’d heard before, his eyes showing fear as he said, “Such a terrifying existence, even our clan’s ancestor wouldn’t dare to offend. That’s the formation master known throughout the realms!”

The strategic value of a Heavenly Formation Master is not something an ordinary Immortal King can compare to. When it comes to Dao Formation Masters, especially those with profound skills, even the legendary Immortal Emperors have to treat them with extreme caution.

As for a formation grandmaster? Their worth is immeasurable; with their power alone, they can decide the outcome of a battlefield, something that no number of Immortal Emperors can rival.

For example, years ago, during the large-scale battle when the Nine Nether Allied Forces attacked Kunlun Realm, there was a chance for the Nine Nether to wipe out Kunlun. But to minimize casualties, they actually invoked the River of Death, trying to drown Kunlun Realm.

Who would’ve thought that the master of Fallen Immortal Island directly employed an unbeatable formation, diverting the River of Death back towards the Nine Nether Allied Forces, nearly annihilating ninety-nine percent of their strong fighters and completing a spectacular turnaround.

After that battle, the master of Fallen Immortal Island’s reputation soared to unprecedented heights, while the Nine Nether suffered heavy losses and took years to recover.

Even now, this classic battle is widely passed down throughout the universe, becoming a celebrated legend.

Because the master of Fallen Immortal Island’s name is so resounding, upon hearing that Ye Junlin is the new heir, Ming Wanjun’s reaction was extremely intense.

You should know, the reason Kunlun Realm has lasted until now is precisely because of that figure’s crucial role. Even the Immortal Realm hasn’t fallen to the Extraterrestrial Allied Forces partly due to him maneuvering and obstructing.

In the whirl of thoughts, Ming Wanjun could no longer underestimate this man called Ye Junlin.

At this point, it’s clear why Mingye lost; it’s entirely reasonable!

To inherit the legacy of such a figure must mean he’s a genius!

“Wow, Fallen Immortal Island really has such a grand background?” Old Ancestor Tianhong was shocked.

In his understanding, Kunlun Realm is quite backward; even if it had been glorious before, it’s no match for the Extraterrestrial forces and has always been looked down upon.

But now, the incredible background of Fallen Immortal Island has shattered his preconceived notions.

“Heh, there’s a lot you don’t know!” Ming Wanjun sneered, his tone dripping with disdain.

Although the other side is their insider, to be fair, a traitor is just a traitor; no race respects such people.

Moreover, he’s a big fool who’s kept in the dark, completely unaware of how awesome their ancestors were!

Wait, isn’t my clan also a traitor to Kunlun Realm?

Oh, then it’s all good.

“Yes, yes, I’m just lacking knowledge. I hope Milord can guide me in the future,” Old Ancestor Tianhong forced a smile, feeling frustrated inside.

“The urgent matter is to kill Ye Junlin and eliminate this huge threat; after all, someone who can inherit Fallen Immortal Island is definitely not a nobody. We can’t let him grow, or he’ll surely hinder our grand ambitions!”

Ming Wanjun’s eyes glinted with a fierce light, his hair whipping around like a lion’s mane, enveloped in terrifying Celestial Immortal-level aura.

What if he’s a genius?

Today, he will eliminate such a figure before they can even take their first breath!

Just as Ming Wanjun was about to order the army to rush to the Eastern Domain and seize control,

Boom! Boom! Boom…

From not too far away came the energy fluctuations of formations, as if countless auras were suddenly appearing.

Ming Wanjun sharply sensed that aside from two Immortal auras, the rest were just surplus ants.

“Who dares to invade my Yuhua Sect?!”

In the past, Old Ancestor Tianhong would surely panic, but now, with a powerful backing, he stood tall and shouted.

“Yuhua Sect is acting against the will of heaven, colluding with alien races. Today we shall act on behalf of heaven and slay the traitors!” After the teleportation array vanished, countless figures charged into the sky, ready to assault the Yuhua Sect.

“Hmph!”

Ming Wanjun gave a disdainful snort.

Swish! With that, the eighty thousand Immortal-level Ming Clan soldiers exploded with a killing aura that rushed to the skies, overwhelming all around and looked incredibly terrifying.

“Holy crap—!!”

Seeing this shocking scene, countless Eastern Domain cultivators were so scared they fell to the ground, their faces pale with disbelief, eyes showing deep fear as they trembled, saying:

“W-What’s going on…”

Heavens, what did they see? Yuhua Sect actually had tens of thousands of Immortals!

This is off the charts!!!

After witnessing the horrifying might of the Ming Clan army, the originally high-spirited Eastern Domain Allied Forces suddenly had their morale plummet.

It’s like a group of ants saw the high-flying dragon, and it turned out to be a dragon swarm!!

Just the thought of it felt utterly hopeless.

“This Yuhua Sect, where did they get so many Immortals?” Xue Wuhen blanched, suddenly feeling unfamiliar with this sect.

According to the previous estimations from the Old Ancestor of the Xuanji Sword Sect, there should only be five at most.

Where did these several tens of thousands of Immortals pop out from, out of thin air?

At this scale, never mind dominating the Eastern Domain; even taking over the five major domains wouldn’t sound exaggerated!

Li Wujie swallowed hard, “W-What if we just go back? This is kind of embarrassing…”

“You think we can still get away?” Looking at the tens of thousands of Immortal figures, Hong Qianye’s scalp tingled, feeling utterly bewildered.

Back when he was the Fire Cult Leader and was besieged in the Central Region, the number of Immortals that appeared in that Immortal War was practically nothing compared to this.

If this squad were to storm the Central Region, would they upend it completely?

Ye Junlin was somewhat surprised, but it wasn’t too shocking; after all, he was a man who’d seen real spectacles, having witnessed countless Immortals in Kunlun Realm resist the Nine Nether Allied Forces in the war projection.

Just a few tens of thousands of Immortals? What’s that?!

The issue is, where did Yuhua Sect get so many Immortals?

Wait a minute, these guys’ physical features look a lot like that Ming Clan guy.

Looks like the Yuhua Sect is in a bind and has opened the Star Gate early to ferry over the Ming Clan army!

With that thought, Ye Junlin calmed himself, his gaze turning cold.

“Heh, times have changed; don’t think that you bunch of ants could intimidate us. Even if you gathered all the Immortals from Kunlun Realm, my Yuhua Sect would still fear nothing!”

Old Ancestor Tianhong stood with his hands behind his back, his face filled with arrogance as he witnessed the astonished expressions of the Eastern Domain cultivators, feeling utterly elated inside.

The other four ancestors were quite pleased as they had placed the right bet.

“You all, who is Ye Junlin?” Ming Wanjun’s voice echoed, filled with endless killing intent.

“I am,” Ye Junlin stepped forward calmly from the crowd, facing this army of tens of thousands of Ming Clan true Immortals, leaving everyone with a towering back.

Ming Wanjun’s eyes were fixed on this silver-haired youth, then he threw his head back and laughed wildly, filled with delight.

“Good, good, good! Since I see the new master of Fallen Immortal Island here, just by killing you, I can make a name for myself and gain both fame and fortune!”

In Ming Wanjun’s view, Ye Junlin was just a mere true Immortal. Even if he obtained the inheritance of Fallen Immortal Island, his cultivation was still shallow, posing limited threat at present.

Plus, he was a Celestial Immortal with eighty thousand true Immortal soldiers backing him up; taking down this guy would be a piece of cake!

“Senior Ye, run!” At this moment, all the cultivators felt hopeless.

“Run? Where can I run to? Ye Junlin, you’re doomed now! After going against my Yuhua Sect repeatedly, aren’t you regretting it now?” Old Ancestor Tianhong chuckled coldly, eager to see the panic on his opponent’s face.

But to his surprise, this youth remained composed as if the army of the Ming Clan were just a bunch of insignificant ants in his eyes.

“Keep pretending, go on and keep pretending!” Old Ancestor Tianhong sneered.

He couldn’t believe that they could still turn this around at this point!

If he truly could manage that, he’d eat the tablet of worship for the founding ancestors!

 

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