When Yang Shixiong strode into the brightly lit and bustling meeting hall amid the adulation of countless people.
In the sky more than ten kilometers away from the Yang family's ancestral home.
Osha Clifford, whose blond hair is blowing in the wind, is being lifted up by an invisible force and standing in mid-air.
As the golden light gradually appeared in the amber eyes again.
She can feel it.
In the sky above her head, some majestic power that she could not refuse had lowered her eyes again.
Completely covering her from the inside out.
"My Lord!"
As Osha Clifford bowed her head humbly.
The night scene of Chang'an, which was originally filled with countless neon lights, suddenly changed.
What appeared again was a void of darkness with scattered clouds and mist.
Deep in the darkness, the majestic Chaos God sits faintly.
His eyes as bright as the stars kept rotating, and his mouth made a violent roar like thunder.
"Go, my apostle."
"Let the world praise your name again!"
"Let them know how my anger burns."
"..."
It seems like a moment, and it seems like a century.
When Osha Clifford's eyes lit up again.
What also lit up at the same time was the dark sky dozens of meters around her.
"With the will of God..."
As the golden light in the eyes becomes more and more dazzling.
The tentacles extending from the back of Osha Clifford's head have color again.
Almost instantly, the sky for dozens of meters nearby was filled and illuminated.
"...Judge the sinners!"
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When Osha Clifford's telepathy lights up in the air.
The Yang family meeting ancestral hall, which was originally bustling with noise, also received the news immediately.
Countless Yang family disciples are watching with different expressions.
Standing in the middle of the ancestral hall are the three most powerful people in the Yang family.
"Is this...coming?"
Feeling the terrifying fluctuations faintly coming from the distant sky.
Yang Shixiong's eyes flashed, and there was already a hint of solemnity in his eyes.
After the wave awakened, the children of the Yang family cultivated extremely quickly with the help of a certain power that constantly emerged in their blood.
Except for Yang Shinian, who went to Tianfu before and his whereabouts are unknown.
Now that the Yang family has been promoted to Xiantian, there are only three people who can be called third-level ability users.
He, Yang Yuan, and an elder from the Yang Family Elders Association.
As the power faintly transmitted from the sky became more and more obvious.
Yang Yuan, who still had burn marks on his face, looked humble and did not speak.
On the contrary, Yang Lianxiao, the patriarch of the clan opposite with a snow-white beard and a cane, showed a hint of reserve and pride.
With a somewhat cloudy gaze, he first glanced at the many clan members nearby who looked slightly uneasy.
Then he shook his head and smiled;
"Just a foreign woman, not worth mentioning!"
"She was in Tianfu before, and it was just out of reach of our Yang family!"
"Since I delivered it to your door today... don't even think about leaving!"
"This offense against my Yang family... just pay for it by having children!"
As he spoke, a bright light immediately appeared in his originally cloudy eyes.
Gong's body suddenly straightened up.
There is a trace of iron blood all over the body.
By this time, the fighting spirit revealed in Yang Lianxiao's eyes was even able to push many nearby Yang family disciples back to avoid him.
Seeing them like this, Yang Lianxiao, who was filled with iron-blooded aura, snorted coldly and said dissatisfied:
"A bunch of trash, what are you hiding from?"
"I think back then, when my ancestors of the Yang family joined the Jiang family in revolting, they were invincible generals who roamed the world!"
"Now the wave is rising again!"
"Since the ancestor's bloodline is gradually showing some power! Wait... how can you lose the reputation of the ancestor who was invincible in the world?"
When he said this, his whole body was almost rippling with a sense of iron and blood, and he was even more shocked.
In his mouth, he said something that made Yang Shixiong's heart skip a beat.
"The tide is turning!"
"In this world of great strife! Since the Jiang family has not produced any powerful figures!"
"There is no need for me, the Yang family, to bow down and be petty...continue to be inferior to others!"
As he spoke, the crutch in his hand seemed to receive a huge force.
The gleaming stick body was immediately torn apart with a "pop" sound.
Revealing a long knife with a simple style and flashing aura.
"This knife?"
Suddenly, Yang Lianxiao shattered the crutch in his hand, revealing the long knife in it.
Countless Yang family disciples all around made an uproar and looked shocked.
Even Yang Shixiong and Yang Yuan beside him showed a hint of disbelief.
The Yang family has a long heritage.
Although they have never seen the long knife in Yang Lianxiao's hand now.
But there is a place for this sword in the family tree.
"Grandpa!"
"Could this sword be the 'Ding Saber' that our ancestors wielded throughout the world?"
Yang Yuan, whose face was covered with burn marks, spoke in shock.
Yang Lianxiao, who was full of iron blood, smiled slightly and looked at him with admiration.
He said indifferently:
"Not bad!"
"This is the magic sword that our ancestors regarded as a treasure!"
"Even if the founding emperor of the Jiang family wanted to tease him, he was rejected!"
"Over the years, my Yang family has had its ups and downs countless times!"
"This ancestral treasure has been carefully passed down!"
"Today! Finally, we have a chance to be great again!"
Follow Yang Lianxiao's dull narration.
The long knife in his hand, which originally had a simple shape and a faint flash of spiritual light, seemed to be attracted to it.
A layer of faint red light instantly appeared above the blade.
"The magic weapon has spirit!"
"Today, I will use the blade of my ancestors... to take down the invading enemy!"
When the words fell.
Yang Lianxiao's figure instantly disappeared from the meeting hall.
Instead, there was a roar like thunder outside.
"The apostate witch of the Cross? Get out of here!"
"If you don't want to die today! Come down and bind yourself in front of me..."
"If you are lucky enough to give birth to a few heirs for our Yang family, it will be considered as repayment for your offense today!
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As Yang Lianxiao roared twice outside.
Yang Shixiong, who was in the ancestral hall, felt his heart skip a beat and instantly felt something was wrong.
At this time, Yang Yuan beside him seemed to have the same idea.
The two of them just glanced at each other and saw the same shock in each other's eyes.
Yang Lianxiao's voice just now came from the sky?
Compared with the shock and disbelief in Yang Shixiong's heart.
Yang Yuan, whose face looked a little ferocious due to burns, had a burning look in his eyes.
"Magic weapon! Divine weapon!"
"The magic weapon left by my ancestors of the Yang family... can make people fly?"
"..."
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When Yang Shixiong and Yang Yuan rushed out of the ancestral hall with a group of Yang family children.
The strange phenomenon displayed in the sky above made everyone tremble.
The sky is clear tonight and the moon and stars are sparse.
Just over a hundred meters above their heads in the sky.
Yang Lianxiao, with his straight spine and an iron-blooded look all over his body, holds a knife in one hand.
Just like standing on the ground, standing a hundred meters in the air.
Opposite him was a golden glow whose outline was almost impossible to see clearly.
I suddenly saw that light.
Even though everyone in the Yang family has risen into the sky because of Yang Lianxiao, they have a lot of shocking fighting spirit.
They couldn't help but recall the identity of the person who attacked tonight.
The second of Zhu Xia, the apostate who once killed the Pope's Chamber to a river of blood.