118: Is it really possible to get this daughter back?

Before the saber light arrived, the chilling Saber Intent had already enveloped the surroundings, causing Meng Xuanhe's hair to stand on end. A sense of deathly chill surged from his feet straight to his head.

He never expected Xu Jinhuan to be so decisive; he acted without a moment's hesitation, not even wasting a single word.

"You brat, how dare you!"

Meng Xuanhe was shocked and furious. In his haste, he didn't have time to roar; he quickly formed hand seals, and the Origin of the Saint King within him surged violently, forming a giant shield forged from Eternal Mystical Gold, which he blocked in front of himself.

Runes flickered on the shield's surface, with faint sounds of Dragon roars and Phoenix cries. It was a protective treasure he had spent a thousand years of heart's blood to refine, and he was confident it could withstand any attack at the Saint King Realm.

Clang! ——

The sound of metal clashing rang out through the clouds, causing the Restrictions within a hundred miles to vibrate and hum.

The blood-colored broken saber landed lightly on the Mystical Gold Shield. There was no earth-shattering roar, yet Meng Xuanhe's expression changed drastically.

The Mystical Gold Shield he was so proud of had been cut in two, the cross-section as smooth as a mirror, just like thin paper!

"How is this possible?!"

Meng Xuanhe looked at the remains of the shield split in two in his hands, his eyes filled with disbelief and horror. He couldn't believe that his strongest defense had been broken so easily by the young man before him.

"What kind of monster are you!?"

"I am not reconciled!!!"

Meng Xuanhe appeared insane, roaring up at the sky. Radiant light erupted from his body; he was going to burn his Origin and fight to the death!

Xu Jinhuan remained silent, continuing to swing the blood-colored broken saber in his hand.

The saber light drove straight in, and an aura of the quasi-emperor weapon that looked down upon the heavens swept across the four directions. Even the heavens and earth changed color, and the sun and moon lost their luster.

Countless Restrictions in the Forbidden Ground of the back mountain flickered wildly, yet they trembled under this pressure, not daring to make the slightest move.

The madness on Meng Xuanhe's face instantly froze, replaced by extreme fear.

He wanted to flee, but his body was locked tight by the quasi-emperor pressure, and he couldn't even move a finger.

Under the emperors might, all Saints are but ants!

"No! Old Ancestor, save me!!!"

"I am willing to reveal the strongholds and the list of the the fallen Alliance in exchange for my life!"

He screamed at the top of his lungs, but he could not stop Xu Jinhuan's saber.

Swish!

The saber light flashed, fast to the extreme.

Meng Xuanhe's head flew into the sky, his eyes still filled with deep fear and unwillingness.

The headless body stood stiff for a moment before collapsing to the ground. The Saint King Origin dissipated and was swept up by the blood-colored broken saber, all of it taken back into Xu Jinhuan's body to become sustenance.

In the distance, dozens of Grand Elders watched, dumbfounded and terrified.

One had to know, Meng Xuanhe was a Seventh Level Saint King, a standout among the Grand Elders, and his strength was in the first tier even among Saint Kings.

Yet such an absolute powerhouse couldn't even take two strikes from the opponent?

This Sequence Xu's strength was simply too terrifying!

"This... this level of strength has already surpassed the limit of the Saint King Realm, right?"

An Elder's throat bobbed, and he said with difficulty through sound transmission, his voice trembling.

"Cutting down a Seventh Level Saint King in two strikes, and he hasn't even used his full strength... Even if he used a quasi-emperor weapon, that is still part of his strength!"

Another person's eyes were extremely solemn, leaving only deep awe in his heart.

Not everyone can use a quasi-emperor weapon; at least not those of them who were Saint Kings. Even if they could force it, it would cost them half their life.

But Xu Jinhuan was still full of vigor after using the quasi-emperor weapon, looking like nothing had happened, with no side effects at all. This was the opponent's true ability.

"The Old Ancestor's vision is truly sharp! Conferring the title of Holy Land core upon Sequence Xu was indeed a wise move! With such a figure sitting in command, our Taiyi Holy Land has a bright future!"

Someone sighed with great emotion, their tone full of excitement.

"I previously harbored doubts about Sequence Xu, but thinking about it now, it was truly ridiculous! Such a Prodigy is by no means something we can fathom."

The Grand Elders whispered to each other, their gazes toward Xu Jinhuan no longer holding the initial curiosity, leaving only complex emotions mixed with shock, fear, and admiration.

One of the white-haired Elders quietly pinched a spell, sending the news of Meng Xuanhe's execution to an old friend with the highest priority.

"Hey! Old Qin, I'm afraid you won't be able to get your daughter back..."

Xu Jinhuan ignored everyone's gazes. A flash of light appeared at his fingertip, and he collected Meng Xuanhe's head, then turned to look into the depths of the Void Realm.

"Old Ancestor, the traitor within the Holy Land has been eliminated."

"Mm, very good. Worthy of being Disciple to Your Highness Qingyue."

A voice like a booming bell came from the Void Realm, exploding in Xu Jinhuan's ears, full of praise.

Hearing these words, Xu Jinhuan was a bit speechless.

Good grief, he's not even hiding it anymore. Is the status of my Addictive Master really this noble?

After controlling the quasi-emperor weapon, Xu Jinhuan finally realized the terror of Taiyi Old Ancestor.

Even holding a quasi-emperor weapon, Xu Jinhuan still felt he had no power to resist before Taiyi Old Ancestor, not even the possibility of escaping!

Yet such an unfathomable powerhouse was so sycophantic, almost humble, toward his Revered Master.

This made Xu Jinhuan increasingly curious about Li Qingyue's identity.

"Old Ancestor, who exactly is my Revered Master?"

Xu Jinhuan couldn't help but ask.

As a result, that booming bell-like voice disappeared without a trace, without even a response. Clearly, Taiyi Old Ancestor dared not speak.

"..."

"Forget it, I'll just ask when I next discipline my Revered Master with the stick."

Of course, the biggest difficulty in this plan was whether he would be able to remember this matter under his Revered Master's seductive beauty when the time actually came...

Moreover, he didn't actually care much about this question; it didn't matter if he didn't know.

As long as his Revered Master remained that same Revered Master who was unskilled but addicted, it was fine.

Casually discarding Meng Xuanhe's head, Xu Jinhuan once again transformed into a streak of light and headed back.

"The strongholds outside are more dangerous. Half a month later, when I reach the Peak of the Heavenly God Realm, I will go deal with them."

...

Below the Eastern Emperor Mountain.

A noble figure was standing there; it was Qin Cang, the Patriarch of the Longevity Qin Family.

He was also Qin Mengli's father.

"Patriarch Qin, this is the Eastern Emperor Mountain where Sequence Xu resides."

Qin Cang nodded, but his expression was somewhat complex.

He had come this time to redeem his daughter, Qin Mengli, whom Xu Jinhuan had taken away.

Although Xu Jinhuan's talent was terrifyingly immense, and it might not be a bad thing for his daughter to follow such a peerless Prodigy.

But after all, Qin Mengli was the most outstanding Prodigy of the Qin Family's generation, and also his most beloved apple of his eye.

He really couldn't rest easy, so he came to visit Xu Jinhuan's sect to personally bring her back.

However, just a moment ago, he received a voice transmission from his old friend, detailing how Xu Jinhuan had executed the Seventh Level Saint King powerhouse Meng Xuanhe in the Forbidden Ground of the back mountain with two strikes.

"Can this daughter really be taken back?"

Qin Cang fell into hesitation.