The Legendary Son-in-law of the Emperor

Yun Daoli couldn't help but glance at Qiao Xinyu, a peculiar expression appearing on the face beneath the ghost mask.

Thirteen Black Sky Blades...

This little girl really dares to dream.

However, Yun Daoli didn't say anything.

After all, Yun Daoli was still a senior to Qiao Xinyu.

"Do you know what thirteen Black Sky Blades represent?"

Ye Xuan watched Haotian Master being defeated step by step under Qiankun Ancestor's hands, smiling as he spoke to Qiao Xinyu and Yun Daoli.

Yun Daoli nodded solemnly.

While Qiao Xinyu showed intense enthusiasm.

"Little Bai has only nine Black Sky Blades so far."

Ye Xuan smiled.

The terrifying battle between Haotian Master and Qiankun Ancestor seemed irrelevant to them.

"But 'The Black Sky Blade' says that thirteen Black Sky Blades are the ultimate?" Qiao Xinyu blinked, her beautiful eyes filled with doubt.

"Correct." Ye Xuan nodded slightly, speaking softly, "Little Bai only has nine Black Sky Blades because he hasn't reached the peak yet."

"Has anyone ever reached the peak throughout history?" Qiao Xinyu asked curiously.

"Yes." Ye Xuan raised a finger, speaking slowly, "In the early days of the Revenge Lineage's founding, the first formidable figure of the Black Blade Sect was the only one who condensed thirteen Black Sky Blades."

In the early days of the Revenge Lineage's founding, there were only thirteen people.

Back then, they were known as the thirteen formidable figures of the Revenge Lineage.

They were directly under Ye Xuan in a true sense.

Each of these thirteen formidable figures possessed terrifying power.

They all worked under Ye Xuan's command.

It was these figures who, under Ye Xuan's orders, founded the thirteen sects of the Revenge Lineage.

The Black Blade Sect, as one of the thirteen sects, was a major sect responsible for external warfare, with very high requirements for combat power.

That formidable figure passed down 'The Black Sky Blade' as the foundation for the Black Blade Sect.

Unfortunately, besides him, no one else could condense thirteen Black Sky Blades.

"That grand master..."

At this moment, both Yun Daoli from the Void Sect and Qiao Xinyu from the Black Blade Sect showed expressions of reverence.

Everyone in the Revenge Lineage respected these thirteen original leaders.

The level of respect for these thirteen leaders was no less than the respect for Ye Xuan.

Because to them, Emperor Ye was a belief, while the thirteen leaders were closer, being the ones who created the glory of the Revenge Lineage.

"Xinyu, you were the first to find me, and in the future, I have high hopes for you."

Ye Xuan looked at Qiao Xinyu, smiling slightly as he spoke in a gentle voice.

Upon hearing this, Yun Daoli couldn't help but cast an envious glance.

To be recognized by Emperor Ye, what an exhilarating thing it is.

It's simply the fortune amassed over eight lifetimes.

Two blushes immediately appeared on Qiao Xinyu's lovely face, feeling she was about to faint.

Qiao Xinyu fought back her excitement, faced Ye Xuan, and kneeled on one knee, solemnly saying, "I will not disappoint Emperor Ye!"

"Hmm." Ye Xuan nodded slightly.

Ye Xuan had always had high hopes for Qiao Xinyu's potential.

The main thing was that this girl was still young.

Relatively speaking, Yun Daoli was considered more experienced.

Ye Xuan could see that Qiao Xinyu was close to condensing her second Black Sky Blade.

However, Ye Xuan had no intention of helping Qiao Xinyu.

Helping too soon would harm Qiao Xinyu.

The current realm barrier was not really a problem for Qiao Xinyu.

Just give her more time, and she'll be able to condense her second Black Sky Blade.

If Qiao Xinyu was condensing her eighth Black Sky Blade, close to the ninth but helpless, Ye Xuan might consider helping.

There's simply no need upfront.

Qiao Xinyu then stood up, returning to stand behind Ye Xuan, her face rosy red.

At the same time.

The battle between Qiankun Ancestor and Haotian Master was reaching its end.

Haotian Master, after a short resistance, could no longer match Qiankun Ancestor, trying to break through but suppressed by Qiankun Ancestor's Qiankun Divine Realm, trapped within, unable to escape; eventually, he was beaten until he spat blood repeatedly.

If he weren't a monk, he might have been beaten to his knees, begging for mercy.

Haotian Master realized he was wrong; this group of people was simply absurd!

It's not about Qiankun Ancestor fighting him, just an old monster.

And the other three.

What the hell.

In such a big showdown, they're bragging on the side?

Thinking about this, Haotian Master spat another mouthful of blood.

Of course, not out of anger.

He truly couldn't withstand it.

He suffered severe internal injuries from Qiankun Ancestor's attacks.

"Little bald-headed one, can't hold on already? Ancestor hasn't even exerted effort." Qiankun Ancestor laughed.

Haotian Master, enraged, directly threw the bowl in his hand at Qiankun Ancestor.

Of course, Haotian Master wasn't blinded by True Qi.

After the bowl flew toward Qiankun Ancestor, Haotian Master unleashed a Buddha Seal.

Buzz————

Instantly, the bowl covered the sky, aiming to envelop Qiankun Ancestor.

"This thing wants to cover Ancestor me? You damn fool." Qiankun Ancestor shouted, instantly revealing the true form of the Qiankun Pot. Although not large, it contained the universe, emitting the purest energy towards the bowl.

Bang!

After the purest collision, the bowl emitted a resonating sound before its brilliance rapidly faded.

"Not good!"

Haotian Master's eyes widened, hearing a lament in his heart.

Bang!

The bowl exploded into fragments, and all its essence was absorbed by Qiankun Ancestor.

Qiankun Ancestor once again took human form, patting his belly, laughing, "Haven't eaten in a while. Speaking of which, your Zen Stick seems good too, let me have a taste."

With that, he reached out, causing the Zen Stick in Haotian Master's hand to tremble uncontrollably.

Haotian Master's face changed dramatically, gripping the Zen Stick tightly, trying to suppress the agitation.

"Little bald-head, don't care so much about external things."

Qiankun Ancestor's figure suddenly appeared in front of Haotian Master, seizing the Zen Stick, and smiling.

Haotian Master's face turned pale as he twisted the Zen Stick with all his might.

Yet the Zen Stick remained unmoved.

Haotian Master was in despair, sorrow overtaking him, "The poor monk is done for!"

Qiankun Ancestor slapped Haotian Master's bald head, knocking his Divine Soul into unconsciousness.

Qiankun Ancestor snatched the Zen Stick, devouring its divine power in a few bites, then casually tossed it aside.

Having done all this, Qiankun Ancestor picked up Haotian Master, flew to Ye Xuan, and threw him to the ground, saying, "Master, how should we deal with this one?"

Ye Xuan didn't look at Qiankun Ancestor but gazed in another direction, softly saying, "Daoli and Xinyu, please go help on the east and south sides. There's no need for this fight to last long; I have matters to attend with the Ji Family's Saint Master."

"Consider this man as a meeting gift for him."