C1214 Suicide

Everyone was stunned. Their eyes were filled with disbelief as they stared at the white-robed youth. Although they didn't continue to look at the sky above the ruins.

However, the Divine Sense seemed to cover an area of a few thousand meters at all times. However, they did not know when this white robed youth had appeared.

"Who are you? This place has been temporarily occupied by us, and we hope to leave as soon as possible! "

A tyrannical aura gushed out from the spirit boat as a powerful pressure gushed out from it, causing the surrounding space to freeze. One of them loudly asked.

If it wasn't for the fact that this person had appeared silently without alerting any of them, and that he had an aura as deep as the sea, and an aura as imposing as the mountains and as lofty as the mountains, causing others to be unable to see the depth of his aura, he would have already tried to expel him.

Ye Xiaoyao's expression was calm as he looked at the abyss that resembled an azure dragon's lair. Hearing the voice, his brows slightly furrowed, and his eyes indifferently glanced at the person who spoke.

Even though that person's cultivation had already reached the Martial sovereign perfection, when that indifferent and emotionless gaze swept over him, he almost couldn't hold back and retreated. In that instant, it was as if he was being watched by a poisonous snake or ferocious beast.

"Who are you?"

Finally, someone realized that something was amiss, and ripple started to appear in the air. Numerous figures with extremely tyrannical auras started to gather and train as they frowned at Ye Xiaoyao, one of them said, "Sir, the ruins are already sealed, and cannot be entered. I hope you can leave!"

"Why are you wasting time with him? Attack him directly!"

Before Ye Xiaoyao could reply, an old man dressed in a black robe, who had a peaceful expression on his face, snorted coldly. His body flickered and he instantly appeared not far from Ye Xiaoyao.

A tyrannical aura spread out from his palm and a terrifying fluctuation of Spiritual Energy was hidden. It was so far away that it caused one's heart to tremble.

Although the moves seemed simple, if one was a Saint, even if it was the most ordinary moves, they could still turn corruption into magic and display a tyrannical power.

The expert of Quasi-saint stage standing at the opposite of him frowned, but he did not say much. It was clear that he had tacitly agreed, but of course, there was no lack of intentions in using that person to probe the depths of the mysterious youth.

The black-robed old man was a reclusive elder of the Dark Moon Palace. Originally, his status in the Dark Moon Palace was not very high.

Even in the Sacred Grounds, this level of cultivation was highly valued. Compared to before, his status was like a phoenix or a chicken. Naturally, he held himself in high regard and expanded.

Seeing Ye Xiaoyao appear, there was no lack of intention to establish dominance.

But unfortunately, he found the wrong person, and it was bound to end in tragedy.

However, he was probably the first person on the continent who dared to attack the Titled Martial Emperor not long after breaking through to the quasi-Saint realm. He did something that ordinary peak Martial Emperors did not dare to do.

"How dare you!" Ye Xiaoyao was slightly taken aback, but immediately after, he let out a furious laugh. A strand of pressure diffused outwards, and his emotionless eyes looked playfully at the old man who revealed a sinister smile, as he lightly clenched his fist …

"Stop!"

His voice was like thunder as it rumbled and surged towards Ye Xiaoyao along with a majestic pressure. The Martial Sovereign s and even the expert of Quasi-saint stage's expressions changed when they heard it, and they felt the blood and energy in their chest churn under the impact of the sound wave, as they revealed expressions of reverence.

"Expert of Martial Saint stage!" Someone said in his heart as he looked into the distance, only to see a silhouette flashing again and again, quickly approaching with the pressure of kowtowing.