The King's Game

Ch47: QiLing XII

The grand wedding banquet, which invited cultivators from all ethnic groups, was supposed to be a very long event for the Xu and Wei clan. But as a result, the wedding banquet was just about to officially start, and this kind of mischief happened.

The wedding banquet of the clan head’s son was destroyed by outsiders. Of course, the Wei family couldn’t tolerate this. Even if it was a spirit, in the case of his identity , the attitude of the head of the Wei family at this time, although there was some room for change, but generally speaking, it was more tough. “If the Taoist friend put down the bride now, I, Patriarch of the Wei clan, can leave the Taoist friend without any intention, and sincere apologies will be accepted”

The Xiuzhen aristocratic clans in the fairyland all boasted that they were well-known and decent. Since they were well-known, the Wei clan didn’t resort to fighting, shouting and killing. It was the usual means to be polite before soldiers , and they also showed enough magnanimity.

But who was Xie Yan?

The most ancient existence among the spirits, and even outside the spirit clan, the most ancient existence was still true. The ancient word represented not only the years that were too long to be counted, but also the spiritual power that no one could match, let alone explain.

He didn’t respond to what the Head of the Wei family said, but his attitude was more obvious. Instead, he held the bride with one hand more tightly, floating in the air and the long sword in his hand, and held it outwards.

He hadn’t used a sword in a long time. Holding his sword, Xie Yan looked down at the people below coldly.

Their reaction speed was not as fast as that of Xie Yan. Before the spirits could move, they watched Xie Yan finish a series of actions they want to perform.

“This… Am I right? ” No matter what other people’s reaction were, as a member of the same clan, the spirits who had already risen from the seat were shocked at the moment when they see the cultivator summoning the sword.

The long sword held in the hands of Xie Yan could be seen clearly. Its blade was like frost and snow, and it was cold. Even if Xie Yan flicked it lightly, the sharp sword would give out a sense of Invincibility.

The cultivators who didn’t know what the sword was and what it represented were wary of this, but they were far from shocked. At this time, the spirits who understood the details had reason to sweat a little. Their Leader was extremely serious now.

Their Leader called the Wuyuan sword last time when he was fighting with the Lord of the demon clan. It must have been nearly ten thousand years ago. At that time, Xie Yan called out his sword in order to express his approval to the one who could stand ten moves under his hands.

The power of their leader was never the skill, but the sword style. However, his opponents were usually too weak for it, so their Leader could only solve it by skill.

After summoning Wuyuan sword, the Demon clan leader didn’t even pass one move under their leader.

If he did, the island would probably sink. This idea came out in the mind of all the spirits in the hall, but at the same time, these spirits also came to Xie Yan, displaying unity.

The strength of this team could not be underestimated. What they saw was the realm of the spirits after camouflage. In the eyes of all the people on the scene, among the spirits that were going to fight with the Xu and Wei clan, they were all cultivators who had accomplishments from the celestial to the Xuanxian realm, which needed to be taken seriously.