Chapter 13184: Palace Honored Battle with Saint Lord

The two walked to the center of the hall one after the other, and first respectfully bowed to the Holy Lord and Empress Qian Feng to express their respect. Then, they each found a seat and sat down, quietly waiting for the next agenda.

The Holy Lord's eyes swept over the two of them, and he nodded slightly to show his approval. Qian Feng still maintained her cold and elegant face, but there was a hint of caution and scrutiny in her eyes. She knew very well that the heads of these business houses were not simple people. Each of them had strong strength and deep background. In this martial arts world, strength is the foundation of everything.

The fourth person who came here was Yang Meng, the master of Huangquan Bulao Mountain. He was dressed in a black robe, the corners of which swayed gently in the wind, revealing an otherworldly temperament. His face was cold and deep, as if he could see through everything in the world.

At this time, there were still three empty seats, quietly waiting for the arrival of the next person. The atmosphere in the hall became more solemn because of Yang Meng's appearance. Everyone cast their gazes on him, full of curiosity and awe about his identity and strength.

Not long after, the Palace Master Long Yingtian appeared. He was wearing a golden robe and a crown on his head. His steps were steady and powerful, and he exuded an air of majesty and dignity. His seat was closer to the front, even just a little lower than the Holy Lord, which was enough to show his status and strength in the Demon Suppression Palace.

The appearance of Long Yingtian changed the atmosphere in the hall again. Everyone stood up and saluted him to show respect. Long Yingtian smiled and nodded, motioning everyone to sit down, then slowly walked to his seat and sat down.

The sixth person arrived a few breaths later. He was an old man dressed like an old farmer, wearing coarse cloth, a bamboo hat, and his face was full of traces of time. He carried a box on his back, which was tightly wrapped in black cloth. No one knew what good things were hidden inside.

The old man walked slowly into the hall, his eyes swept over everyone, and finally stopped at the Holy Lord. He smiled and took a deep breath, and said in a hoarse and powerful voice: "Old man, am I here in time?"

The Holy Lord frowned and his gaze stayed on the old man for a moment, but in the end he said nothing.

He knew very well that although this old man was not good-looking, he was a tough guy and even he did not want to offend him. After all, in the martial arts world, strength was the root of everything, and this old man obviously had impressive strength and background.

Seeing this, the old man didn't care about the Saint's reaction and found a seat to sit down.

"Okay, everyone is here." The Holy Lord's voice echoed in the hall. His voice was deep and powerful, as if it could penetrate all obstacles and reach everyone's heart.

He swept his eyes over everyone, and after confirming that everything was correct, he continued, "The remaining guy is not in the Demon Suppression Mansion now, so he can't come over. In that case, let's get down to business."

As he spoke, the Holy Lord suddenly turned his gaze to the Palace Master Long Yingtian, his eyes revealing a hint of amusement and scrutiny. He slowly said, "Long Yingtian, this Holy Lord heard that your son Long Chen was very close to Ling Xiao? Is this true?"

Long Yingtian's eyelids slightly raised, and his eyes met with the Holy Lord, as if they were in a silent contest.

He smiled faintly, with a bit of disdain and confidence in his tone: "Saint Lord, you are joking. My son Long Chen has never left the Demon Suppression Mansion, so how could he know Ling Xiao? This kind of nonsense is probably a rumor deliberately spread by someone."

Upon hearing this, the Holy Lord sneered, and his voice instantly became cold and majestic:
"Oh, in that case, I will trust you for once. But you have to remember, if I find out that your son Long Chen has an affair with Ling Xiao, or secretly helps him, then don't blame the Holy Hall for being hostile to him. In the martial arts world, strength determines everything, but rules are equally important. Once the rules are violated, they will be severely punished."

Having said this, the Holy Lord's eyes swept over everyone again, as if he wanted to see through everyone's mind. His voice was low and powerful, as if he was warning or reminding.

"How dare you touch my son?" Long Yingtian's voice was deep and firm, and every word seemed to contain a thousand pounds of force. His face was as cold as ice, and his eyes were fixed on the Holy Lord, flashing with unquestionable determination and anger.

The tense atmosphere in the sanctuary froze at this moment. Qian Feng and the others all looked gloomy, their eyes moving back and forth between Long Yingtian and the Holy Lord, secretly wondering how this sudden confrontation would end.

They knew very well that if the Lord of the Demon-Suppressing Mansion, Long Yingtian, got angry, the consequences would be disastrous.

The Holy Lord's face was equally gloomy. He looked at Long Yingtian indifferently, with unquestionable majesty in his voice: "Long Yingtian, what are you going to do? Don't forget, this is the Holy Hall, not a place for you to act wildly!"

However, Long Yingtian seemed not to have heard the Holy Lord's words at all. His eyes were still fixed on the other party, and the air around his body seemed to become heavy and depressing at this moment.

boom!
At this moment, the entire temple suddenly trembled violently, as if it was shaken by an invisible force. Then, countless ground began to crack, rubble flew everywhere, and dust flew. Everyone in the temple changed color. They knew that Long Yingtian was accumulating strength and preparing to launch an attack.

"Long Yingtian!" The Holy Lord's voice suddenly rose, with an irresistible majesty. Then, a powerful aura swept out from his body, rushing towards Long Yingtian like a violent storm. This aura contained endless martial arts will and power, as if it wanted to completely suppress Long Yingtian.

Long Yingtian glanced coldly at the aura surging towards him, without any fear or retreat in his eyes. A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he was mocking the other party's arrogance. Then, he slowly raised his palm and patted it lightly.

boom!
With this slap, the originally powerful aura instantly shattered, as if it encountered an irresistible force and disintegrated instantly.

At the same time, an even more powerful force erupted from Long Yingtian's palm like a volcanic eruption, sweeping towards the holy temple below. This force contained endless anger and unwillingness, as if it wanted to destroy the entire holy temple.

"Are they going to destroy the temple?" Everyone in the temple changed color. They had never seen such a powerful force, and never thought that Long Yingtian would be so crazy.

However, at the moment when this force was about to reach the temple, the Holy Lord's face became as gloomy as water. He raised his hand and gently flicked it forward, as if he was plucking an invisible string.