22: Hurry up and fix it, don't let them die.

Boom!

The sky was torn apart at this moment.

Endless black Evil Qi poured down from the Nine Heavens like ink dripping into clear water, instantly polluting and swallowing all the auspicious Qi above Purple Heaven Palace!

Heaven and earth fell silent; all laws wailed!

That cold, tyrannical, and terrifying Saint Might, filled with endless intent to kill, was like an immemorial demonic mountain, pressing heavily upon everyone's Divine Soul!

"Pfft!"

"Ah!"

Countless guests with weaker cultivation coughed up blood on the spot, their Divine Souls feeling as if they were splitting, and were directly crushed into unconsciousness by this pressure.

Even those Quasi-Saint experts from the top powers of the Eastern Region turned pale at this moment, circulating their magic power with all their might just to barely withstand this destructive pressure, their eyes filled with horror!

"So... such terrifying Saint Might!"

The Sect Master of Hunyuan Sect's heart shook violently.

"This aura definitely doesn't belong to a newly ascended Saint! This is an established Saint who has been a Saint for at least tens of thousands of years!"

Above the sky, the Evil Qi churned.

A thin, short figure walked slowly out of the endless black clouds.

He wore a tattered purple robe, surrounded by the roaring phantoms of myriad beasts, with black divine chains of order interweaving around him, emitting a terrifying aura that made heaven and earth tremble.

In his hand, he held a large black bow crafted from the bones of an unknown Divine Beast.

Blood-colored runes flickered on the bow's body, and a ferocious aura sufficient to make even a Saint's heart palpitate shot straight into the clouds!

"It's... it's Ancestor Zishan of the Myriad Spirits Sect!"

A well-informed Eastern Region expert instantly recognized the newcomer's identity and cried out in horror on the spot, his voice trembling!

"And that bow in his hand... it's the saint slaying bow! A supreme weapon of slaughter that has tasted the blood of a true Saint!"

"Heavens! Is the Myriad Spirits Sect crazy? They even brought out such a sect-protecting Saint weapon!"

Ancestor Zishan!

An established Saint who had slain Saint-Grade Vicious Beasts!

The moment all the guests present recognized his identity, only one thought remained in their minds.

It's over.

The Su Family is doomed today!

A newly ascended Saint facing an established Saint with a killing weapon—the outcome was predictable!

"Hahaha! He's dead! The Su Family is dead!"

A shrill and venomous wild laugh came from afar outside the Heavenly Palace.

It was the Sect Master of Lingxiao Sword Sect, who had been thrown out but returned.

His hair was disheveled, blood stained the corners of his mouth, and he looked like a madman, his eyes filled with the joy of gloating.

"Su Xuanchen! You arrogant and ignorant brat! Today, is the day you die!"

He added insult to injury, his voice spreading throughout the venue.

"Senior Zishan has arrived personally; why don't you quickly kneel and accept your death!"

For a moment, countless guests looked at the Su Family with eyes full of pity and sympathy.

So tragic.

On the day of the grand wedding, they actually attracted such a catastrophe.

However, amidst this suffocating despair.

Su Xuanchen, the focus of everyone, showed no change on his face.

He didn't even cast a glance at the overbearing Ancestor Zishan in the sky.

He just stood there quietly, as if everything happening before him had nothing to do with him.

"Withdraw."

A low shout came from his mouth.

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an unquestionable majesty.

Su Jingyuan, Su Tieyan, and the other Su Family Elders were instantly jolted awake from that terrifying Saint Might.

Looking at the back standing tall on the high platform, all the fear and unease in their hearts vanished at this moment.

"Yes!"

Without any hesitation.

All members of the Su Family, including the thirty Eternal Realm Dao Protectors, bowed and retreated in unison, leaving the entire high platform completely to their god.

Seeing this, a flash of contempt crossed Ancestor Zishan's cloudy eyes.

"You have some courage."

His voice was raspy, like two pieces of rusty iron rubbing together.

"Unfortunately, before this seat, it is nothing more than a mantis trying to stop a carriage."

He slowly raised the saint slaying bow in his hand, aiming it at Su Xuanchen below, his voice chilling.

"Su Xuanchen, you killed my Sect's Elders. This seat has come today only to claim a blood debt."

"Hand over your Saint Origin and cripple your cultivation; this seat may leave a Bloodline for your Su Family."

Overbearing!

Unquestionable!

He didn't seem like he was seeking revenge, but rather pronouncing a Mortal's life or death.

All the guests held their breath, waiting for Su Xuanchen's answer.

They all thought Su Xuanchen would at least say a few polite words, or explain, or beg for mercy.

However.

Su Xuanchen just raised his head and looked at him quietly.

That gaze was as calm as if he were looking at... a fly.

He turned around and looked back at the beautiful figure in the phoenix crown and robes before him.

Under everyone's bewildered gaze.

He reached out and gently held Gu Lingshuang's cold little hand.

Gu Lingshuang's delicate body trembled violently.

She instinctively wanted to break free, but she was held firmly by that warm large hand, unable to move.

"Don't be afraid."

Su Xuanchen's voice was very soft, with a hint of comfort.

"It's just a fly disturbing our happy occasion."

He paused, a playful smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

"Let me swat him to death first, then we'll continue."

Boom!

These words were like a thunderclap, exploding in the minds of everyone present!

Crazy!

This Su Xuanchen must be crazy!

He actually said he was going to swat an established Saint holding a saint slaying bow to death?!

Even Ancestor Zishan was slightly stunned.

Immediately, his wrinkled old face was filled with rage and killing intent!

"Good! Good! Good!"

He laughed out of extreme anger, his voice chilling.

"Ignorant brat, you don't know the heights of the heavens!"

"Today, this seat will let you see what true Saint Might is!"

As soon as he finished speaking.

He no longer hesitated and drew the saint slaying bow in his hand!

Buzz!

A blood-colored light arrow slowly condensed on the bowstring.

A terrifying aura sufficient to make heaven and earth tremble erupted!

Above the sky, the clouds rolled back and thunder roared!

The entire Purple Heaven Palace, along with Tianyan City below, shook violently under this power, as if they would shatter at any moment!

However.

Under this world-destroying power.

A voice as thin as a mosquito, carrying a hint of impatience and complex emotion, clearly entered Su Xuanchen's ears.

"Solve it quickly."

It was Gu Lingshuang.

She still kept her head down; no one could see her expression under the veil.

But in that voice, besides disgust, there seemed to be a hint of... concern that even she hadn't noticed.

"Don't die."

Su Xuanchen's large hand holding her small hand paused slightly.

The smile at the corners of his mouth grew even more brilliant.

He turned around and faced the overbearing Ancestor Zishan in the sky alone.

He slowly raised his right hand.

"Noisy."

Two words were softly spat out from his mouth.

The next second.

Heaven and earth fell silent.