"Young friend, hand over the divine artifact and the middle section of the god-level cultivation method!"
The leading eighth-layer Ancestral Immortal spoke up: "Keeping these things will only bring you harm, not benefit!"
Hearing this, Ian Song rolled his eyes and slowly swept his gaze over the nine Ancestral Immortals. "You guys aren't qualified. Get lost!"
"Young friend, we're advising you kindly. Don't be so ungrateful!"
The lead Ancestral Immortal's face darkened, a flash of anger in his eyes.
Ian Song just curled his lips indifferently and retorted coldly, "If you want to steal my artifact and technique, just say so. Why pretend to be kind? You're like whores wanting a chastity plaque—people like you are the worst!"
"Courting death!"
That eighth-layer Ancestral Immortal flicked his finger, and a crimson finger-force shot toward Ian Song like lightning.
Just then—
A shadow flashed, and a black-robed elder appeared in front of Ian Song. With a casual wave of his hand, the finger-force dissolved and vanished into thin air.
"Master, why are you here?"
Ian looked at Ancestor Martin in surprise.
"You've stirred up such a big commotion—how could we not come?"
Two more figures flashed in, and two people appeared inside the great hall: Ancestor Cyrus and Ancestor Grimm. The one who spoke was Ancestor Cyrus.
"Want to rob my disciple? Have you asked his master first?"
As Ancestor Cyrus spoke, a torrential aura enveloped the nine Ancestral Immortals in the hall. Under his pressure, all nine broke out in a sweat, their hearts trembling.
Powerful! Way too powerful!
Just his aura alone was enough to pin them in place.
"Is this the legendary Ancestor Cyrus?"
The lead eighth-layer Ancestral Immortal managed to squeeze out a sentence.
"That's right—it's me. Still thinking about robbing my disciple?" Ancestor Cyrus said, his aura pressing down.
"I wouldn't dare!"
The eighth-layer Ancestral Immortal hurriedly lowered his head.
"If you don't dare, then why are you still here? Want my disciple to pour you a drink? Get lost!"
That word—"Get!"—made all nine Ancestral Immortals tremble. They quickly bowed to Ancestor Cyrus and fled in panic.
"Master, you're so mighty! You scared them off as soon as you arrived!"
Ian Song quickly added with a grin.
"Why are you so reckless, stirring up the Eight Great Clans of the Purple Dragon Domain?"
Ancestor Cyrus said, clearly annoyed.
"Come back to Snowgoose City with us. With our protection, let's see who dares to touch you!"
Ancestor Martin spoke up too, full of swagger.
Suddenly, Ian Song glanced at Ancestor Martin and Ancestor Cyrus in turn, surprised. "Master, Grandmaster, did you two break through?"
"You've got sharp eyes, kid!"
Ancestor Cyrus beamed. "I've already broken through to thirteenth-layer Ancestral Immortal, and your master is now twelfth-layer. Plus, your uncle worked overtime and forged three sets of semi-divine armor. With those and the god-level technique you gave me, even a fourteenth-layer Ancestral Immortal might not be my match. If I set up a grand array, I can even fight a fifteenth-layer Ancestor. And if you lend me your divine sword, I could even slay a fifteenth-layer!"
"Grandmaster, you're mighty! Master, you're mighty too!" Ian Song flattered them again, then turned serious: "But I can't go back to Snowgoose City with you!"
"Why not?"
Ancestor Martin asked, "The Eight Great Clans are about to arrive—if you delay, you won't be able to leave!"
"I'm about to do something big. Since my masters and uncle are here, just sit back and watch the show! As for what it is, don't ask—because even if you do, I won't tell!" Ian Song said confidently.
"Brat, you think you're all grown up now, huh?"
Ancestor Martin raised his hand as if to smack him. "We came all this way, and this is how you treat us?"
Ian Song laughed, "Haha, Master, Grandmaster, Uncle—don't worry! The show's about to start!"
Just then—
Nearly a hundred powerful auras appeared within Cloudtwins City.
"Ian Song, you little thief! We're here—come out and face us!"
A thunderous voice instantly echoed throughout Cloudtwins City.
Inside the City Lord's Mansion, Ian Song narrowed his eyes at the shout, a cold glint flashing within.
His figure flickered and vanished from the mansion. When he reappeared, he was already in the sky above Cloudtwins City, facing off against the Ancestral Immortals of the Eight Great Clans from thousands of meters away.
Alone against nearly a hundred Ancestral Immortals, Ian Song showed no fear. He said calmly, "Who was just screeching? Think your voice is loud?"
"Insolent!"
An eighth-layer Ancestral Immortal immediately shouted in anger.
"Who are you calling insolent?" Ian Song asked with a grin.
"Enough, young friend, don't waste words! Since we're here, hand over the divine artifact!" The Yao Family Patriarch said sternly.
"Did your clan's top experts all come? Step forward and let me take a look!"
Ian Song asked.
"You little thief, what makes you think you can order me around?" A white-haired Ancestral Immortal snorted, his voice booming in Ian Song's ears like thunder.
"Heh!"
Ian Song chuckled, then a divine talisman appeared in his hand. He silently activated it, and a seven-colored divine light descended from the sky. Within the light, a mighty figure appeared.
Next, a figure over ten meters tall stepped out from the divine light, sword in hand.
This towering figure radiated an overwhelming aura. For a moment, the Ancestral Immortals of the Eight Great Clans all turned pale.
"Kill them all!"
Ian Song pointed at the Ancestral Immortals of the Eight Great Clans.
"Hmph!"
With a cold snort, the divine figure swung his sword.
A massive green sword light crashed down, instantly obliterating more than a dozen Ancestral Immortals.
"Heavens, who is that?"
"So strong! With one sword strike, he wiped out more than a dozen elite Ancestral Immortals from the Eight Great Clans—even the weakest among them was seventh-layer!"
As the crowd murmured, the divine figure swept his sword again.
In an instant, another dozen Ancestral Immortals were slain.
"It's a god! Run!"
The Yao Family's fourteenth-layer Ancestral Immortal screamed and fled into the void.
"Where do you think you're going?"
The divine figure snorted and threw a punch.
Boom!
The void collapsed, and the Yao Family's fourteenth-layer Ancestral Immortal was instantly pulverized by the punch.
Then, the divine figure unleashed another massacre. In less than thirty breaths, nearly a hundred Ancestral Immortals from the Eight Great Clans were slaughtered.
"Go destroy the Eight Great Clans of the Purple Dragon Domain, and bring all their resources to me!"
Ian Song ordered again.
The divine figure snorted and vanished. As a god, being ordered around by a mere Immortal was deeply frustrating, but he was bound by a mysterious power and could not resist.
The Ancestral Immortals in the city shrank back instinctively at Ian Song's words.
Too ruthless—he actually wants to wipe out the Eight Great Clans.
As for Ancestor Martin, Ancestor Cyrus, and Ancestor Grimm, they were all deeply shaken, their feelings complicated to the extreme. Ian Song could actually summon a god to fight for him!
How did he manage to do it?