"You really think this old man is a pushover?"
Yet Jie Tianran not only refused to retreat — a look of resolute determination surfaced in his eyes.
"Jie Tianran, using that here is not worth the cost."
"We can settle the score slowly. There is no need to rush."
The voice of the old monster inside Jie Tianran echoed in his ears.
"The Bloodline of the King is right before me." Jie Tianran's eyes were filled with unwillingness.
It turned out his target had never been limited to the inheritance of the Ancestral Martial Realm's Sect — he had also been looking for an opportunity to capture Chu Feng.
"That person still has the main city ruins left behind by the Ancestral Martial Realm's Sect behind him. If he were able to mobilize the power of those ruins, are you fully confident?"
The old monster asked.
Upon hearing this, the killing intent in Jie Tianran's eyes gradually subsided.
"Old man, since you've already made your move, why don't you just kill him?"
"If you don't kill him, are you keeping him around so he can take revenge on you?"
Eggy urged Sikong Changsheng.
"Though this man may be despicable, he is still Jie Ranqing's father — and Chu Feng's maternal grandfather."
Sikong Changsheng said.
"What kind of grandfather is he? He's nothing but a beast."
"Senior, kill him."
Chu Feng said.
"..."
Faced with Chu Feng's attitude, Sikong Changsheng was momentarily speechless.
Hummmm— But at that very moment, a powerful teleportation force erupted from within Jie Tianran's body.
That teleportation force was exceedingly strange — it completely disregarded Sikong Changsheng's oppressive aura and enveloped every member of the Seven Realms Sacred Palace.
In the next instant, every person from the Seven Realms Sacred Palace had vanished without a trace.
Only Jie Tianran's voice echoed through the air.
"Chu Feng, if you're afraid, then scurry off to the Ninth Heavenly River."
"Staying here, this mere Sikong Changsheng cannot protect you."
Hearing this, Long Chengyu and the others immediately erupted in furious cursing: "You ran away and you're still talking big? Have you no shame?"
Xia Xingchen followed right after: "You're even more thick-skinned and shameless than that old thing from the Firmament Immortal Sect."
However, there was no response from Jie Tianran — he had clearly fled too far to hear them.
"Chu Feng, come with me for a moment."
The moment Sikong Changsheng's words fell, Chu Feng and Eggy were enveloped by a teleportation force and brought back inside the main city of the Ancestral Martial Realm's Sect.
Though the world outside had been phantasmal, inside the main city of the Ancestral Martial Realm's Sect, everything remained exactly as before — unchanged.
"Cough cough..."
But Sikong Changsheng clutched his mouth and began coughing violently.
Not only had his complexion turned visibly pale, but blood was seeping out from between his fingers.
"Senior, what's wrong with you?"
Upon seeing this, Chu Feng hurriedly stepped forward and grasped Sikong Changsheng's wrist.
Upon examination, Chu Feng was greatly alarmed — not only was Sikong Changsheng's aura in complete disarray, but his bloodline was riddled with wounds.
His body bore the burden of severe old injuries.
"It is nothing. Just old ailments."
Sikong Changsheng smiled faintly, then took a medicinal pill and adjusted his condition with hand seals before finally calming down.
However, his aura had become noticeably weak.
"Chu Feng, it is not that this old man is unwilling to help you clear away obstacles — it is that I currently lack the ability to do so."
"Many years ago, my soul and bloodline sustained damage. I cannot use the art of barriers for extended periods."
"Otherwise, I would not have remained inside the main city of the Ancestral Martial Realm's Sect all this time."
"Just now, I could only barely intimidate Jie Tianran. Had it truly come to blows, I fear I would not have been his match."
"Because your maternal grandfather is not as simple as he appears on the surface." Sikong Changsheng said.
"You mean the old monster inside him?" Chu Feng asked.
After all, he already knew that an old monster was following Jie Tianran.
When they had been in the ruins of the Ancestral Martial Realm's Sect, they had only entered with their consciousness — their cultivation and abilities had not been brought along.
But once back in their original bodies, who knew what kinds of means that old monster truly possessed.
"I cannot say for certain, but he is indeed a troublesome one." Sikong Changsheng said.
"Do not worry, Senior. I will deal with them myself." Chu Feng said.