Supernatural Insight Eyes

First the Shadow, then the major sects, all fell at Ye Qiu’s hands. For those present, just digesting this news would take some time.

Although those who attacked were not their strongest, they were undoubtedly high-level masters. Yet, even so, they couldn’t slay Ye Qiu, this new mighty figure of the heavens.

After dealing with people from the major sects, Ye Qiu did not leave. It’s not that he didn’t want to leave, but rather, he knew the Heaven Palace hadn’t made their move yet.

The Heaven Palace invited him to come; how could they let him leave so easily?

"Truly disappointing, I thought, with the masters of Shadow and the major sects, it would be enough to deal with you. Unexpectedly, you are even stronger than we imagined."

A figure emerged from the mountain gate of the Heaven Palace.

This figure looked extremely young, appearing to be only fifteen or sixteen years old.

Wearing magnificent golden robes, shining brightly under the sun, and crowned with an Eight-Clawed Dragon Crown, his aura was extraordinary.

This person, Ye Qiu had seen before; he remembered.

It’s him!

Ye Qiu realized this person was the seventeenth son of the Heavenly Emperor, who had once competed with him for opportunity. Ye Qiu had snatched the "Formation of the Great Dao" book from this imperial son and Xu Zhenzi, allowing him to make substantial progress in the realm of formations.

He remembered that after he killed the eighteenth son, this seventeenth son became the new divine son, and was extremely arrogant at the time.

Yet, ultimately, it was Ye Qiu who took the opportunity and became the final winner.

"They couldn’t manage; do you think you’re my match?" Ye Qiu replied coolly.

This newly appointed divine son, though of high status, wasn’t someone Ye Qiu considered a worthy opponent.

He was now of celestial status, while this divine son was still at the Saint level, not even a Supreme Saint.

Though entering the Saint Realm at such a young age was considered rare, who was Ye Qiu? He was a genius himself, having survived nine tribulations, not inferior to the divine son.

Moreover, in comparison, Ye Qiu had already grown up, and if he wished, eliminating this divine son would be no challenge.

"My realm may not be yours, nor my power, but that doesn’t mean I am not your match. Besides, given my status, you’re not worthy to spar with me." The seventeenth son said slowly, his tone full of arrogance. Despite Ye Qiu’s impressive achievements, he remained unmoved.

"On status, your Heaven Palace was merely a guardian, a servant for my Du Gu clan. You’re just a servant’s descendant." Seeing the other boasting about status, Ye Qiu replied mercilessly.

"You seek death." The seventeenth son became furious; clearly, he knew this part of history. So when Ye Qiu spoke those words, it instantly enraged him.

The history of the imperial clan was precisely the past they least wanted others to bring up. Due to the prestige of the Heaven Palace, even in the ancestral land, those who knew its past dared not discuss it openly, fearing the Palace’s surveillance.

This situation has led to fewer and fewer knowing about it as time passed. Nowadays, few understand the history of the imperial clan, and the younger generation of martial artists are unaware of this old story.

But who is Ye Qiu? He is a descendant of the Du Gu clan, and has long been incompatible with the Heaven Palace, always at odds. Others dare not speak, but he dares.

These words, when heard by the people of the Heaven Palace, were extremely irritating, as if their past blemish was being pointed out.

Let anyone be publicly called out, their face certainly won’t be pleasant.

"What did he say? The imperial clan was a guardian for the Du Gu clan — is this true? How come I’ve never heard this before?"

"I also don’t know, probably Ye Qiu is just making it up."

"The imperial clan is such a proud great clan, ruling the Heaven Palace, standing for millennia. Could they really have been guardians of the Du Gu clan — this must be false, right?"

Many young martial artists hearing Ye Qiu’s words had bewildered looks. They had never heard of such explosive news. In people’s minds, the status and image of the Heaven Palace were deeply ingrained, suddenly hearing this news, no one readily believed it.

It’s like seeing an incredibly beautiful woman, excelling in every aspect, feeling she must be hard to pursue. But suddenly someone tells you, you can have her for merely five hundred dollars; what would you feel?

Right.

The martial artists watching nearby were experiencing similar feelings at that moment.

Many young martial artists murmured, while among them the elder loose cultivator martial artists didn’t join in the discussion; instead, they advised the young ones to stop, fearing the Heaven Palace’s attention.

Actually, they knew the truth in their hearts but were too afraid to speak.

The Heaven Palace was like a towering mountain, having existed long, imposing great majesty. Throughout many millennia, those opposing it met grim ends.

Moreover, even if the imperial clan had such a history, so what? The fact that the truth "the victor is the king, the loser is the bandit" is the real principle.

People only remember the victors, never caring for the losers.

Ye Qiu’s words enraged the seventeenth son. He kept a cold face, laughed with sarcasm twice, unwilling to further converse with Ye Qiu, perhaps fearing Ye Qiu might reveal more publicly.

That would certainly tarnish the Heaven Palace’s image among the ancestors.

"Heavenly soldiers and generals, seize him for me!"

Following the seventeenth son’s command, numerous soldiers clad in armor, wielding spears, suddenly emerged from behind him.

These people wore identical uniforms, and upon appearing, exuded a powerful aura.

Moreover, this aura was unified, fully integrating everyone’s aura together, resulting in an aura more terrifying than celestial-level mighty figures.

"Remnants of the Du Gu clan, surrender quickly."

At the forefront of these heavenly soldiers, stood four mighty men, distinct, likely the so-called heavenly generals, leading the heavenly soldiers to attack.

Looking at these suddenly appearing people, Ye Qiu was stunned for a moment. This scene looked quite like Sun Wukong crashing the Lingxiao Palace, facing off against numerous heavenly soldiers and generals.

"If I don’t cause havoc in Heaven Palace today, I’d be letting down the names of those heavenly soldiers and generals!" Ye Qiu chuckled to himself, pondering—today he might as well play the role of the Great Sage Equalling Heaven.

"You traitors, acting as if your chicken feathers are actual command arrows, thinking you’re gods with this damn Heaven Palace; these heavenly soldiers and generals are just shrimps and crabs to me."

"Ye Qiu, you destroyed our Heaven Palace division, killed our imperial son; your sins are extreme, deserving of death."

"Should be executed."

"Should be executed!"

The heavenly soldiers and generals voiced in unison to execute Ye Qiu. Facing these fake heavenly soldiers and generals, Ye Qiu sneered: "You should be executed—all of you should be pigs!"

Immediately, the heavenly soldiers and generals charged aggressively, causing the entire heavens and earth to fill with a chilling murderous aura.