I wouldn’t even dream of doing this.

"Su Lang!"

"Brother Su Lang! Are you alright?"

Ji Ruxue and Murong Qianqian steered their flying Divine Artifacts to Su Lang's side, looking at him with concern.

Chu Xiaobei twitched her face slightly, but still flew over to Su Lang's side.

"Do I look like I'm not alright?"

Su Lang smiled faintly and rubbed Ji Ruxue's head.

"Hmph!!"

Chiri Muzhu's expression was unsightly as she snorted coldly, "It's nothing more than coming out first. It's still unknown whose hands the Legacy will fall into!"

"Exactly, I think so too!"

A Martial Saint from the Tianyun Clan also sneered, "Perhaps the people from your Yaochi Sacred Clan were driven out by ours!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Yaochi Yanfa and the others' expressions immediately stiffened.

At that moment.

"Have you ever seen people who were driven out looking so relaxed and joyful?"

Chu Xiaobei gave a cold laugh and stepped forward, "Have you ever seen a defeated party with zero casualties?"

"Hmph!"

"Perhaps it's the joy of surviving a disaster!"

Chiri Muzhu's face darkened as she said, "Once our people come out, you'll have to accept reality!"

"Exactly, I think so too!"

"Our two clans have already reached an alliance agreement; it's impossible for us to lose to your Yaochi Clan!"

A Martial Saint of the Tianyun Sacred Clan followed up, "The winner and loser have long been decided. Your people just got lucky and escaped with their lives."

"Hahaha!"

"Chiri Muzhu, you red, yellow, and green clans should stop wasting time waiting."

"The people from your two clans have all been killed by this Young Master."

Su Lang laughed loudly, his lips curling into a mocking smile, "The Legacy, naturally, has also fallen into my hands!"

"That's impossible!"

Chiri Muzhu's pupils constricted sharply, "With our two clans joining forces, how could you possibly be our match?"

"Heh!"

"If you don't believe it, then just keep waiting here."

Su Lang curled his lip disdainfully, "Or you could send some more people in to look. Perhaps you'll find some corpses."

"This…"

Chiri Muzhu and the other Martial Saints looked at each other, their faces sinking like water, looking extremely unsightly!

Since Su Lang dared to speak like this, it was very likely that the Prodigies of the Chiri and Tianyun Clans had been completely wiped out.

At that moment.

Chu Xiaobei turned her head and asked Su Lang, "Did you get the Legacy?"

"Of course I got it!"

"And not just that."

Su Lang laughed and said, "Haven't you noticed we have one more person than when we went in?"

"Of course I noticed."

Chu Xiaobei nodded and looked at Martial Saint Xianyang, "Who is he?"

Yaochi Yanfa and the others also pricked up their ears.

They were all in the Martial Saint Realm and had noticed the extra person early on, but they just hadn't had the chance to ask yet.

"Him?"

"First of all, he is my servant."

Su Lang smiled faintly, "Secondly, he is the ancient Great Saint Xianyang!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire scene instantly fell silent; you could have heard a pin drop.

What the hell?

Martial Saint Xianyang is still alive!?

How is that possible? Didn't he perish in the Continental War at the turning point of the era!?

Yaochi Yanfa, Chiri Muzhu, and the others were all dumbfounded!

"You… you say he's Great Saint Xianyang, and that he's your servant!?"

Chu Xiaobei stared at Su Lang in disbelief: "I might believe you if you said he was Martial Saint Xianyang, but I really don't believe you when you say he's your servant!"

A Great Saint who was famous even in ancient times had suddenly become a junior's servant!

No matter how one heard it, it sounded fake!

"This is impossible!"

Chiri Muzhu took an excited step forward, "Even if Martial Saint Xianyang lived until now, it's absolutely impossible for him to become your servant!"

"Exactly, I think so too!"

"Martial Saint Xianyang was said to be invincible below the Immortal Rank, how could he be your servant!"

A Martial Saint of the Tianyun Sacred Clan pointed coldly at Martial Saint Xianyang and said, "This person must be a fake!"

"Right!"

"This person is definitely not Martial Saint Xianyang!"

"A generation's ancient Martial Saint becoming a servant? I wouldn't even dare to dream that!"

"…"

The Martial Saints in the red, yellow, and green camp began to clamor one after another.

"Hmph!!"

"Are you all even qualified to question my Master!"

Martial Saint Xianyang suddenly snorted coldly, and a unique aura radiated out.

He had occupied a high position for over a million years and had killed countless people; that unique aura of a powerhouse was etched into his very marrow.

Revealing it intentionally now, it immediately suppressed 'juniors' like Chiri Muzhu.