106: Chapter 106 will give you an explanation

"Ah!" Wang Shouyi shrieked as if his Primordial Spirit was being placed in a sea of fire, and a blinding radiance suddenly surged from the center of his brows.

That was a Great Emperor Restriction.

That radiance annihilated the Laws seeping from Jiang Daoran's Dharma Eye and burst outward, intending to backlash against Jiang Daoran.

"Not good... It's a Great Emperor Restriction." Jiang Daoran felt a chill in his heart.

At that moment, Xie Wushang executed a hand seal, causing black and white radiance to bloom at his fingertips like a Milky Way from the Nine Heavens overturning and pouring down.

It submerged Wang Shouyi, causing the radiance of the Great Emperor Restriction marks at the center of his Primordial Spirit's brows to dim.

As a result, the blinding radiance before Jiang Daoran vanished, and that terrifying Great Emperor aura receded.

He breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Xie Wushang, and asked, "My grandson... wields an Emperor Weapon?" Enormous waves surged within his heart.

If not for the suppression of the Emperor Weapon, the Great Emperor Restriction marks from just now would have surely erupted completely, and even he, Jiang Daoran, would have been injured.

While Jiang Daoran was in shock, Xie Wushang moved his palm, causing the black and white sphere of light wrapping around Wang Shouyi to sink into his palm.

Jiang Daoran looked at Xie Wushang, the emotions in his heart unable to settle for a long time.

Only thirty years old, and he already wielded an Emperor Weapon?

"Wushang... Where did he come to wield an Emperor Weapon?" Jiang Daoran muttered inwardly.

You must know that Xie Wushang had never gone to the Jiang Clan's Emperor Weapon Tomb to pick an Emperor Weapon!

His Emperor Weapon must have been mastered before he came to the Jiang Clan.

His cultivation was crippled, yet he wielded an Emperor Weapon?

"My grandson... is not simple!" Jiang Daoran's eyes brightened.

"These are the memory fragments of the Wang Clan's Saint..." Xie Wushang said with a calm expression, pointing his finger forward.

Instantly, the memory fragments concerning Wang Qiming flew toward Jiang Daoran.

Upon seeing these memory fragments, Jiang Daoran's expression turned gloomy. "As expected... It is her..."

Afterwards, he looked at Xie Wushang. "Wushang, what do you want Grandfather to do?"

"Dispose of them however you see fit." Xie Wushang said with a calm expression as he picked up a wine goblet and took a sip.

Annihilating Wang Zhiyin...

Was merely a matter of a flick of a finger.

Xie Wushang merely wanted to see Jiang Daoran's attitude.

He had been relatively satisfied when Jiang Daoran made a move against Wang Shouyi just now.

However, this was still far from enough.

"Rest assured, Grandfather will definitely give you an explanation!" Jiang Daoran's eyes flashed.

Afterwards, he flicked his palm, and a long bridge of flames emerged beneath his feet.

"Let's go!" He stepped onto the long bridge.

Xie Wushang downed his wine in one gulp, then placed it on the jade table. He slowly stood up, stepped onto the long bridge, and stood shoulder-to-shoulder with Jiang Daoran.

Whoosh!

Jiang Daoran steered the flame long bridge and flew together with Xie Wushang toward Yaoyang Heavenly Palace.

Jiang Clan, Yaoyang Heavenly Palace.

Wang Zhiyin was sitting within a couch refined from red jade gemstones.

Jiang Yaoyang was lying on the couch.

Above his head hung a Great Saint-Grade precious orb, continuously casting down True Solar Qi to cleanse the Evil Spirit Qi within his body.

"My grandson..." Wang Zhiyin held Jiang Yaoyang's hand with a sorrowful expression.

But the moment she touched the latter's hand, strands of Evil Spirit Qi like spiritual serpents crawled toward Wang Zhiyin.

Wang Zhiyin only felt a wave of burning pain in her hand.

She quickly withdrew her hand and let go of her grandson's hand.

At the same time, flames raged within her body, incinerating that wispy strand of Evil Spirit Qi into nothingness.

Yet a black mark was left on the back of her hand.

"Ah!" On the couch, the unconscious Jiang Yaoyang let out a shriek like a sleepwalker.

"My grandson, it is your grandmother's incompetence... I cannot save you!" Wang Zhiyin furrowed her brows. She reached out her hand, hesitated slightly, and still gently stroked her grandson's forehead. Flames permeated her palm, using the power of the Law to expel the Evil Spirit Qi from within his body.

The bedchamber door opened.

Wang Linglong walked in like the wind.

"Great-Aunt, Great-Aunt, good news, good news!" Her face was full of joy as she came to the side of the couch.

"Good news?" Wang Zhiyin turned her head and looked at Wang Linglong.

"It is said that the Jiang Clan is not preparing to start the Immortal War?" Wang Linglong said.

"Not preparing to go to war? How is that possible?" Wang Zhiyin wore a look of astonishment. "Hasn't the Jiang Clan's ancient emperor awakened?"

"Perhaps the Jiang Clan isn't confident they can defeat our Wang Clan... After all, right now only Great Emperor Liuyang has awakened... Emperor Canghai has not yet returned... Once an external enemy invades, the Jiang Clan will be too busy protecting themselves, so how can they fight our Wang Clan... Haha, Great-Aunt, we are safe."

Wang Linglong laughed heartily.

"Indeed, during that Immortal War thirty thousand years ago, the Jiang Clan was almost destroyed... Their enemies are still around, and if they make an enemy of our Wang Clan again, that would be courting their own destruction!" Wang Zhiyin stood up. The worry between her brows vanished, and her past sharpness surfaced.

"This time, Xie Wushang slaughtered many Saints of our Wang Clan, so we must make them pay compensation."

Wang Zhiyin's eyes shifted as her thoughts raced like lightning.

"That's right, we should have their quasi-emperor make a move to dispel the Evil Spirit Qi for Brother Yaoyang." Wang Linglong also gained a bit of arrogance.

At that moment, the door to the bedchamber was pushed open.

Accompanied by this was a murderous aura that transformed into billowing heat waves sweeping inward.

"Who is it? Don't you know this is Yaoyang Heavenly Palace?" Wang Zhiyin's gaze turned cold as she swept her eyes toward the bedchamber door ahead and said.

"Eyeless fellows!" Wang Linglong also turned her head to look.

When their gazes swept past the hall doors, their pupils suddenly constricted.

"It's Lord Saint Revered Master... Why has he come?" Wang Linglong wore a look of astonishment.

"Daoran..." Wang Zhiyin looked at Jiang Daoran. Upon seeing the latter's murderous expression, her heart skipped a beat.

Afterwards, she saw another unfamiliar yet familiar man.

Xie Wushang...

"Why is he here too?" Wang Zhiyin was surprised in her heart, sensing a trace of unease.

At this time, Xie Wushang walked into the main hall. His gaze flickered slightly as he took the entire bedchamber into his eyes.

On the jade couch, Jiang Yaoyang was unconscious, suffering through the torment of the Evil Spirit Qi's erosion.

However, Xie Wushang quickly withdrew his gaze.

It was merely Evil Spirit Qi comparable to the Great Saint-Grade; he could eradicate it with a wave of his hand.

Yet the Wang Zhiyin before him had stirred up a storm because of this.

Afterwards, Xie Wushang looked toward Wang Zhiyin, his gaze as icy and sharp as a blade.

He had three purposes in coming to the Jiang Clan.

To enhance the strength of his Revered Master, Great Emperor Jiuyang.

To enhance his own strength.

To avenge his father.

Now, the first two had been completed.

Next was Wang Zhiyin.

Upon seeing Xie Wushang's gaze, Wang Zhiyin's heart chilled and her spine turned cold, as if she were being targeted by the God of Death.

"Daoran, you... how did you all come? Are you here to see Yaoyang?" Wang Zhiyin stepped forward and said with a smile.

She stroked her hair, her smile carrying a hint of unnaturalness.

Although over a hundred years old, she was ultimately a Saint, and her appearance remained unaged, differing little from an ordinary thirty-year-old woman.

However, Jiang Daoran wore a cold and stern expression.

"Wang Zhiyin, stop putting on a hypocritical act here. Do you think that no one knows what you have done?"

He took a large stride forward, flames surging from his body, and a Saint phenomenon evolved behind his back with the sun hanging high above a sea of fire.

The blinding radiance shone down, piercing the eyes and sealing off the space of the entire main hall.

At the same time, within the sea of fire, a Dharma body condensed from flames and standing some ten zhang tall manifested.

This Dharma body glared angrily, overlooking Wang Zhiyin with a bone-chilling murderous intent.

"You... What are you talking about? I don't understand?" Wang Zhiyin said.

"What am I talking about?" Jiang Daoran's gaze was cold and stern, his murderous intent freezing.

"Daoran, don't be like this, you'll scare Yaoyang!" Wang Zhiyin shuddered in fright and said.