Chapter 770

With the Ancestor of the Joyful Sect appearing, the entire scene instantly fell silent.

All cultivators present wore expressions of tension, not daring to even breathe heavily.

At this moment, the Ancestor of the Joyful Sect glanced at Jiang Han, then shifted his gaze to the Third Guardian, Yang Qian.

After sizing him up for a few moments, he sneered: "Yang the Old Ghost, you were already my defeated rival a century ago—now have you come with followers to taste defeat once more?"

"But unlike last time, I won't give you another chance to cling to life!"

Yang Qian's sore spot was struck; his eyebrows shot up in furious rage!

He clenched his fists, ready to strike.

But he remembered his own cultivation base was only at the First Layer of the Ten Thousand Manifestations Realm—how could he possibly match his opponent?

Moreover, the Lord was right beside him.

As the saying goes: there is a clear distinction between superior and inferior; one must not overstep lightly.

Thus, Yang Qian could only lower his head, grit his teeth, and chose to remain silent.

Seeing this, the Ancestor of the Joyful Sect raised an eyebrow, surprised: "Only a century apart, and your character has sunk so low—submitting to others like a household dog? That's not like you..."

Upon hearing this, Yang Qian merely let out a cold snort and said nothing.

Instead, Jiang Han, who had remained silent until now, stirred.

He slowly rose from his chair.

Then, looking down from above, he cast a cold, icy glance at the Ancestor of the Joyful Sect with his eerie crimson eyes.

"Originally, had you been willing to become my dog, I might have spared your life."

"But because of your words now, you've displeased me—so your only path is death..."

The Ancestor of the Joyful Sect sneered: "Hahahaha! What a presumptuous fool! Let this old man test your weight—see how you compare to the last Lord of the Heavenly Demon Sect!"

"This place isn't suitable for a duel. I'll wait for you above."

With that, the Ancestor of the Joyful Sect shattered through the air, piercing the ceiling, ascending into the high skies!

Jiang Han wasn't in a hurry to follow.

He calmly turned to the Third Guardian Yang Qian beside him and ordered: "Keep watch over these people. I'll return shortly."

"Yes, my Lord!"

Yang Qian bowed in response.

If anyone else had said this—that they could defeat the Ancestor of the Joyful Sect and return soon—

he might have doubted it, thinking it mere fantasy.

But if the one speaking was their own Lord—

then everything became perfectly reasonable!

After all, not long ago, the Lord had undergone some tremendous change.

Since then, even he himself couldn't survive more than a dozen strikes against the Lord!

And this was even without the Lord using his full arsenal or unleashing his true power!

Thus, it was clear just how terrifying the Lord's current strength had become!

In recent days,

people had been whispering that Jiang Chen of the Cangwu Jiang Clan possessed extraordinary talent and combat prowess, able to slay a Ten Thousand Manifestations cultivator while only at the Sun Wheel stage!

But in his view,

although their Lord had remained hidden and thus unknown, his strength and depth were in no way inferior to Jiang Chen's!

If his name spread, it would shake the Empire and make him another top prodigy of this realm!

On the other side,

Jiang Han, seeing all arranged, no longer hesitated—he leapt into the air, soaring upward into the high skies.

Not long after, everyone could hear thunderous, earth-shattering roars from above!

An overwhelming, terrifying pressure descended like a celestial river, crushing down upon their hearts!

Instantly, many cultivators turned pale, their bodies trembling, filled with dread.

They instinctively wanted to flee, escape this place of chaos.

But after glancing at Yang Qian, they had to abandon this foolish idea.

After all, the Lord of the Heavenly Demon Sect had entrusted this man to watch them—clearly, the old man's strength was formidable.

If they tried to run, they'd likely meet the same fate as the previous unlucky fools...

Thus, though their hearts were filled with terror, their bodies remained firmly rooted in place, not daring to move a single step.

Time slowly passed.

Boom! Boom! Boom!!

The sounds from above grew fiercer, showing no sign of weakening.

And the people's hearts grew more agonized, more uneasy.

Under this suffocating atmosphere,

finally someone could no longer suppress his fear—he decided to take a desperate chance and flee this hellish place.

Among the crowd,

a man in blue robes cautiously lifted his head, glancing around with the corner of his eye.

He understood that once the Lord of the Heavenly Demon Sect returned, there would be no chance to escape.

Now, while he was occupied with the Ancestor of the Joyful Sect, this was his only real opportunity.

So he spun around instantly, gathering his elemental energy, activating a teleportation technique, preparing to flee!

Yet, every subtle movement had already been detected by Yang Qian's spiritual sense.