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"Every word I said is true!"

Another protector also spoke up quickly, his voice urgent.

"Xu Ming, the Grand Elder of the Primordial Holy Palace, was sent flying and embedded in the wall by that person's finger, without even a chance to fight back!"

"The Supreme Elder of the Primordial Holy Palace, Daoist Xuanzhen, personally took action and exchanged blows with that person in the air for only a few breaths."

"Then he was knocked down from the sky by that person, and... and he was stepped on in the face by that person..."

"If that person hadn't been unwilling to push things too far, we...we probably wouldn't have been able to bring the young sect leader back alive!"

Inside the hall, a deathly silence fell.

Zheng Yuan stood there, his expression shifting from anger to shock, and then from shock to solemnity.

He glanced down at Zheng Hao, who was still unconscious on the stretcher, and remained silent for a long time.

"Have you confirmed this person's identity?"

"They're said to be from Tianque City, and they even possess the city lord's token..."

The ambassador added cautiously.

Zheng Yuan's fingers slowly clenched, his knuckles turning white.

Heavenly City... City Lord's Decree... Half-Saint... Heavenly Supreme...

These keywords collided repeatedly in his mind, creating a chaotic mess.

He has lived for hundreds of years and has seen countless geniuses.

But I've never heard of anyone being able to ascend from a half-saint to a supreme being in an instant.

If such a secret technique truly exists, it must come at an extremely high price.

However, according to the protector's description, Wang Long showed no signs of exhaustion or backlash; on the contrary, he appeared to be in complete control.

"Could this person truly be a Celestial Supreme, simply concealing his true cultivation level?"

The thought flashed through Zheng Yuan's mind, but he immediately dismissed it.

What is the concept of a Heavenly Supreme?

The number of publicly acknowledged Heavenly Sovereigns in the entire Eastern Region can be counted on one hand.

Each of them is an ancient monster who has lived for hundreds or thousands of years, with a reputation that is widely known and has long been recorded by various forces.

It is absolutely impossible for a wild, unheard-of supreme being to appear out of thin air.

"This matter...is not that simple."

Zheng Yuan spoke in a deep voice, his gaze falling on Zheng Hao's two twisted legs, a shadow passing through his eyes.

Regardless of who the other party is, beating his precious son like this is a provocation to the entire Tianyan Sect.

"Someone, take the young master down to heal his injuries. Find the best alchemist and the best medicine, and make sure the young master's leg is healed."

Before he could finish speaking...

Immediately, a servant stepped forward and carefully lifted the stretcher, carrying Zheng Hao to the back hall.

As Zheng Hao passed by Zheng Yuan, he suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes were bloodshot, filled with overwhelming resentment and humiliation, and his voice was hoarse and trembling.

"Father...that old bastard...he humiliated me in public...he broke my leg..."

"He also said... if I dare to make a move on Ye Niannu again... next time it will be my neck that gets broken..."

"Father...you must avenge me...you absolutely must avenge me..."

His voice was choked with sobs, and his fingers gripped the edge of the stretcher tightly.

Zheng Hao believed in his grandfather, who was also a Heavenly Supreme, and that he would definitely help him take revenge!

Zheng Yuan felt both angry and pained when he saw his son like this.

Take a deep breath, suppress your surging emotions, and try to keep your tone calm.

"Don't worry about recovering, I'll handle this."

"Fine, he's definitely not the Heavenly Supreme! I want to see him die with my own eyes! And Ye Niannu is mine too!"

Zheng Hao's voice suddenly rose several decibels, and he roared hysterically.

Zheng Yuan remained silent for a moment, then waved his hand instead of immediately agreeing.

"You should focus on recovering; this isn't going to end here!"

Zheng Hao laughed when he saw this, but it was a very ugly laugh.

He'll take Ye Niannu down right in front of Wang Long!

The two disciples quickly carried the stretcher away, and Zheng Hao's voice gradually disappeared at the end of the corridor outside the hall.

The hall fell silent once more.

Zheng Yuan paced back and forth in the hall, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty.

His fingers tapped the table repeatedly, making a dull sound.

He weighed the weight of this matter repeatedly in his mind.

A mysterious powerhouse, suspected to be a Heavenly Supreme, with an unknown background.

It has a close relationship with the Primordial Holy Palace and is also connected with Tianque City.

If you act rashly against someone like that, you might just run into a brick wall.

The Tianyan Sect will pay an unbearable price.

But if we swallow this insult, what will become of the Tianyan Sect's reputation?

His son's legs were broken, and he, as the father, couldn't even stand up for him. His prestige within the sect would be greatly diminished in the future.

If word gets out, the Heavenly Evolution Sect will lose face in front of other sects.

He paced around the hall for a long time before finally stopping.

I've made up my mind!

Zheng Yuan took a deep breath and turned to walk towards the corridor behind the main hall.

At the end of the corridor was a tightly closed stone door.

The stone gate was entirely black, covered with ancient runes, from which a faint light swirled and emanated a chilling aura.

Zheng Yuan stopped in front of the stone gate, straightened his robes, and then raised his hand to gently knock three times on the stone gate.

A moment later, an aged and steady voice came from inside the stone gate, unhurried and with a detached composure.

"I have said before, unless something major happens in the sect, do not disturb my peaceful cultivation."

Zheng Yuan bowed slightly and lowered his voice.

"Father, something terrible has indeed happened."

"Ah Hao had both legs broken in the Primordial Holy Palace, and the perpetrator is suspected to be the Heavenly Sovereign!"

There was a moment of silence behind the stone gate.

What does it mean to be a suspected Heavenly Sovereign? Is there such a thing as a fake?

The aged voice rang out again, this time with a more solemn tone.

"Come in."

The stone gate slowly slid open to both sides.

A faint ray of light shone through the crack in the door, landing on Zheng Yuan's solemn face.

He immediately stepped into the secret room.

An old man sat cross-legged on a jade bed, his eyes slightly closed, his breathing long and steady.

This person was none other than Zheng Tianyan, the Supreme Elder of the Tianyan Sect.

He looked to be around sixty or seventy years old, and had an air of otherworldly wisdom.

Like a reclusive sage who transcends worldly affairs.

Zheng Yuan walked to the jade bed and bowed respectfully, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.

"Father, Ahao suffered a major setback at the Primordial Holy Palace this time, and was seriously injured."

Zheng Tianyan slowly opened his eyes.

Those eyes appeared cloudy at first glance, but deep within them seemed to lie a bottomless, icy pool, making one afraid to look directly at them.

He glanced at Zheng Yuan, his voice neither hurried nor slow.

"Tell me everything you know, in detail."

Zheng Yuan dared not hide anything and told him everything.

Zheng Tianyan listened quietly and remained silent for a long time.

After a long while, he slowly spoke, his voice lower and more subdued.

"A demigod's body, the might of a supreme being... this can no longer be considered an ordinary battle against a higher level."

"This cannot be explained by magical artifacts or secret techniques!"

Zheng Yuan looked up, puzzled.

"Father, do you mean... this person is truly a Heavenly Sovereign, and has been concealing his cultivation all along?"