97: My Godly Father (Twenty-Eight)

The moment those eyes, filled with ferocity, appeared, they bypassed everyone and locked onto the youth protected behind The Cripple.

When he saw the youth's face, the brutality and Evil Qi in his eyes softened into tenderness.

Yao Jinghong naturally knew who had arrived.

God-King Quan, Quan Batian.

This name was known to everyone in the Eastern Region today.

However, it was a name of notorious infamy.

Since this malevolent star had re-emerged, several Grotto-Heaven Blessed Lands had been brutally purged, their Orthodoxies ruined, and rivers of blood had flowed.

Yaoguang Blessed Land had not participated in the encirclement that day, and he believed he had no dealings with this God-King Quan.

Why had he suddenly appeared here?

"Who goes there!"

Just as Yao Jinghong's thoughts raced, a newly promoted Elder of the Guiyi Realm, perhaps wanting to show off before the Sect Master, shouted sternly.

"How dare you trespass into our Yaoguang Blessed Land and breach our mountain gate Domain! State your name at once!"

This shout broke the silence of the scene.

However, that hulking figure, reeking of blood and Evil Qi, did not even spare the Elder a glance.

Quan Batian's expression turned cold.

He didn't even raise his hand; he merely swept a cold gaze over him.

The Guiyi Realm Elder's voice came to an abrupt halt, the stern look on his face turning to terror.

He felt as if he had been targeted by a Vicious Beast, and a tremor ran through him.

The next moment, an invisible force appeared out of thin air. Before the Elder could even let out a scream, his entire body was gripped by an invisible giant hand and burst apart.

His Divine Soul was utterly destroyed.

Just one look.

A powerful figure of the Guiyi Realm, just like that, was gone.

Yao Jinghong's expression changed. He hurriedly took action, channeling his Divine Power to block the lingering shockwaves of killing intent, preventing the surrounding Disciples from suffering.

Even so, he felt his own blood and Qi churning.

What tyrannical power!

Yao Jinghong's expression turned grave. He waved his hand to signal the other Grand Elders not to act rashly, then stepped forward and spoke in a deep voice.

"God-King Quan, Yaoguang Blessed Land believes we have no grudge against you. Why have you come here today?"

Quan Batian still ignored him.

In the eyes of this God King, he, a master of a Blessed Land at the Heavenly God Realm, was simply not worth mentioning.

Quan Batian's figure flickered and instantly vanished from where he stood.

The Cripple, Li Fentian, felt his heart tighten. Subconsciously, he prepared to burn his Divine Soul to protect Quan Yun behind him.

He did not know if the newcomer was friend or foe, but he could not let anything happen to Quan Yun.

But just as he was about to act, a suppression force, far more terrifying and pure than Yao Jinghong's, descended upon him.

This force was peerlessly tyrannical, yet it was controlled with precision, pinning him firmly in place so he could not move.

The Cripple was shocked beyond measure.

So strong!

This person's power was likely even greater than Yao Jinghong's!

The next instant, Quan Batian appeared before Quan Yun.

The terrifying Evil Qi on his body vanished completely the moment he neared the youth.

He looked at the youth before him, who was pale-faced and in tattered clothes, yet still standing stubbornly.

He reached out to touch the youth's cheek but stopped in mid-air, fearing that the bloodstains on his body would dirty the child.

His voice held a trace of caution and trembling that he himself had not realized.

"Child... what is your name?"

Quan Yun looked up at the tall man before him.

He did not feel afraid; instead, he felt an innate sense of closeness.

He could feel the same source of Bloodline power within this man.

In his blurred memories, the figure of the man who had driven the small tower into his body and held him while covered in blood merged with the person before him.

"Quan Yun."

The youth answered calmly.

Hearing these two words, Quan Batian's body shuddered violently.

He threw his head back and laughed loudly. His laughter was filled with the wild joy of recovering what was lost, mixed with endless bitterness and longing.

"Zhuer... did you see this?"

"Hahahaha! It's true! My Yun'er!"

"I have finally found you!"

Not far away, The Cripple watched this scene of father and son reuniting, then looked at their faces, which were at least seventy percent similar.

The hypothesis he had previously dismissed resurfaced in his mind, and it was now almost confirmed.

"Little Quan Yun..."

"He truly is of the Quan Family Bloodline."

"But..."

The Cripple was utterly baffled.

The Quan Family Bloodline was one of the most top-tier Bloodlines in the Eastern Region, producing endless Prodigies with Dao Bodies and Heavenly Bodies; it was incredibly powerful.

How could they produce a Mortal Body?

It was precisely because of this that he had initially rejected the hypothesis.

After laughing, the tenderness in Quan Batian's eyes was incomparable.

He grabbed Quan Yun's hand, his tone brooking no argument.

"Let's go, Yun'er!"

"Follow me home!"

This scene and these words made the expressions of Yao Jinghong and everyone in Yaoguang Blessed Land turn extremely ugly.

Home?

What did he think Yaoguang Blessed Land was? A vegetable market? Somewhere he could come and go as he pleased?

More importantly, this youth named Quan Yun possessed the legendary Sword Scripture!

This was a supreme treasure capable of changing the landscape of the entire Eastern Region!

How could he possibly let Quan Batian take him away!

Yao Jinghong knew that Quan Batian's combat power was astonishing, but so what?

He, too, was a Heavenly God!

Furthermore, he had that secret treasure he had "obtained" from Li Fentian in his hand!

"God-King Quan!"

Yao Jinghong's voice turned abruptly cold. His Heavenly God Realm Domain expanded once more, the bronze secret treasure in his hand shimmering with light, and a force of suppression locked onto Quan Batian from afar.

"This child... you cannot take him away."

Quan Batian slowly turned around and looked at Yao Jinghong.

Those eyes, which had just been filled with tenderness, were instantly filled with nothing but endless coldness and contempt.

He sneered.

"Heh... I cannot take him away?"

His voice was not loud, but it sent a chill through everyone present.

He took a step forward.

Boom!

A terrifying Aura, far beyond Yao Jinghong's imagination, erupted!

It was a pure, peerlessly tyrannical kingly pressure!

Before this pressure, Yao Jinghong's Heavenly God Domain cracked inch by inch.

Yao Jinghong's expression changed drastically. He retreated several steps, coughing up a mouthful of blood, shaken by this Aura.

How is this possible!

Both are Heavenly Gods; how could the gap be this large!

Quan Batian ignored Yao Jinghong's shock. Holding Quan Yun's hand with one hand and keeping the other behind his back, he looked down at everyone with majestic Aura and spoke slowly.

His voice resounded throughout the entire Yaoguang Blessed Land.

"I am the head of the Quan Family of the Cangxuan Blessed Land."

"A Heavenly God Realm Cultivator, the God King of the Eastern Region."

Having said this, he paused, turned his head to look at Quan Yun beside him, and a trace of tenderness appeared in his eyes.

Then, he looked again at the grim-faced Yao Jinghong and spoke his final sentence with a tone that announced to the world.

"And also this child's father."