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Inside the main hall, the Holy Master of the Yin-Yang Sect's eyelids twitched wildly.

He seemed to have heard something incredible!

Is their own holy son going to die?

No way, no way, that can't be!

No matter what, the Yin-Yang Sect is still a powerful force that dominates a region. Even if it is not as powerful as the ancient aristocratic families, its strength should not be underestimated. It is a hegemon-level existence.

However, just as this thought crossed his mind, he saw the palace in the distance shatter, a streak of blood shooting into the sky, and a familiar head flashing by.

Holy Master of the Yin-Yang Sect: ? ? !!! !

"Holy Son!" The Holy Master of the Yin-Yang Sect could no longer remain calm. He exclaimed and rushed over.

The other important figures also looked at each other in bewilderment.

They all thought it was a friendly competition among the younger generation, but no one expected it to escalate to such a serious level, with a figure of saintly status having his head cut off. Even if he doesn't die, it's still equivalent to stepping on someone else's face to rise to power.

"This kid..."

The powerful figure from the Ji family shook his head helplessly and immediately followed.

The Holy Lord of Yaoguang frowned slightly and followed. Seeing this, the others lost their interest in chatting and followed as well.

Upon arriving at the palace ruins, they saw Su Zhe holding the head of the Yin-Yang Sect's Holy Son with a pained expression.

"No! Brother, don't die! I haven't even used my full strength yet!"

"Didn't we agree to spar? How come you fell down the moment I used my strength!"

"We have no grudge against each other, you don't need to risk your life to harm me!"

Su Zhe held the head of the Holy Son of the Yin-Yang Sect, his face filled with panic.

The head of the Yin-Yang Sect's Holy Son, held in Su Zhe's arms, also looked equally panicked; his panic was no less than Su Zhe's.

Seeing this scene, a strange thought arose in everyone's mind.

These two...

Who's afraid of whom getting into trouble?

"Ahem, young friend Dong Xuelian, what are you doing?" the Holy Master of the Yin Yang Sect asked.

Looking at his own holy son's head in Su Zhe's arms, his eyelids twitched wildly, and he subconsciously wanted to make a move, but he forcibly suppressed the impulse when he felt the powerful aura behind him.

A powerful figure from the Ji family has arrived.

"Dong Xuelian! What are you doing?!"

"The powerful figure from the Ji family asked with a dark face."

"Senior, I was sparring with this guy, and I accidentally lost control of my strength..." Su Zhe muttered to himself.

"Let them go right now!"

The powerful figure from the Ji family turned pale and reprimanded Su Zhe with a voice filled with anger.

However, everyone present knew the truth perfectly well.

This isn't a reprimand at all; it's pure overprotective parenting.

Even if the Holy Master of the Yin-Yang Sect felt resentful after his reprimand, he had no way to vent his anger.

"Oh, oh, oh." Su Zhe was very obedient and threw out the head of the Holy Son of the Yin-Yang Sect.

boom.

His head landed on the ground and bounced twice.

Everyone's eyelids twitched violently.

The Holy Master of the Yin-Yang Sect came to his senses and quickly wrapped his Holy Son's head around in his arms.

After a thorough examination, he confirmed that his holy son was not seriously injured; his physical body was damaged, but his foundation was not.

Although repairing it is very troublesome, this is the luckiest outcome among all the misfortunes. It only takes a little bit of rare and precious materials to restore their holy son. In any case, it is much better than their holy son being crippled.

"Brother Dao, is my nephew alright?" the powerful figure from the Ji family asked.

"It's alright, it's just that the physical body was destroyed and needs to be rebuilt," said the Holy Master of the Yin-Yang Sect, holding a head.

The scene looked so out of place that a group of young people even lowered their heads, afraid to watch, lest they burst out laughing.

"Dong Xuelian, hurry up and apologize!" the powerful figure from the Ji family said with a dark face.

Su Zhe immediately scurried over, stood before the Holy Son of the Yin-Yang Sect, and apologized, "I'm sorry, I used too much force just now!"

The Holy Son of the Yin-Yang Sect was so frightened that his head trembled.

Seeing this scene, everyone had mixed feelings. Some wanted to laugh but dared not, while others were glad that their juniors were relatively well-behaved and had not provoked this evil spirit.

"Dong Xuelian was too reckless. My Ji family will take full responsibility for this matter!"

After saying that, the powerful figure from the Ji family took out a precious medicinal herb and handed it to the Holy Master of the Yin-Yang Sect.

The Holy Master of the Yin-Yang Sect originally wanted to be modest, but the powerful figure from the Ji family was adamant, and he ultimately couldn't persuade the powerful figure from the Ji family to accept the precious herb.

"What just happened?" asked the Holy Lord of Yaoguang.

Now that the incident has not escalated further, he can finally ask the question.

He was also very curious about what had happened to this group of young people that led to the beheading of a holy son of a great sect over a mere disagreement.

"Reporting to the Holy Lord, when Dong Xuelian and we arrived at the main hall, she was teased by the Holy Son of the Yin Yang Sect, and the two had a minor disagreement, which escalated into a fight."

The Holy Son of Yaoguang tried his best to speak tactfully.

However, although he put it very tactfully, how could the people present not understand the implied meaning?

This was purely the Yin-Yang Sect's holy son courting death, deliberately bringing trouble upon Ji family's Dongxuelian.

Then the two of them broke out into a great battle, the most crucial point being that the Holy Son of the Yin Yang Sect had not yet been defeated!

"Serves you right!" The Holy Master of the Yin-Yang Sect said angrily, looking at the head in his arms.

So after all that fuss, it turns out it was my own good-for-nothing husband who started it all!

If he wins, that's fine. Even if he causes trouble, at least he can save face. He can say a few polite words, apologize, and the matter will be over!

The key point is that this kid lost!

This is incredibly embarrassing!

"Cough cough, I was too impulsive and accidentally injured a fellow Daoist from the Yin Yang Sect. It's my fault!"

Su Zhe quickly spoke up.

"It's alright, it's good that young people are full of enthusiasm. This kid isn't as skilled as others, it'll teach him a lesson!"

The Holy Master of the Yin-Yang Sect forced a smile and spoke.

"So that's what you were thinking, senior. That's good. I'm relieved. I thought you would cause me trouble if you saw how badly I beat your Holy Son."

Su Zhe smiled and spoke, revealing a relieved expression.

Upon hearing this, everyone present had strange expressions, but they didn't know where to begin.

"Hahaha, young friend, you are truly witty and humorous." The Holy Master of the Yin Yang Sect practically spat out these words through gritted teeth.

Seeing that Su Zhe was still provoking the other party, the powerful figure of the Ji family twitched his eyelids and quickly spoke up, "Now that the misunderstanding has been cleared up, let's hurry up and discuss countermeasures, and let these juniors talk freely here."

We have to say it this way. This kid is still provoking us relentlessly. If he really angers the Holy Master of the Yin Yang Sect, even if he can ensure that Dong Xuelian won't be harmed by being here, it will still have a huge impact on the Ji family.

Hearing him say that, everyone present breathed a sigh of relief.

So the group of people came and went in a hurry, returning to another hall to discuss countermeasures.

The remaining group of young people stood there, looking at each other in bewilderment.