C246 (2/2)

”Is Leng Family very powerful?”

Emperor Huang who was seated at the side, saw that Nalan Tianhao did not answer him, and laughed slightly, then stood up and walked towards Ye Wuhen, with a sinister expression, he looked at Ye Wuhen and mocked him.

”You!”

Ye Wuhen's question made him speechless. Then, he glared at Emperor Huang and said, ”My Ye Family is not even up to you to criticize us! With Leng Tianjing killed, even if I don't say it, Leng Family will also know. Even if you, Emperor Huang, are powerful, I do not believe that you can withstand the anger of Leng Family alone! ”

”Then you don't have to worry about it!”

”I think you're too worried, afraid that you'll be exhausted. Why don't you take a good rest?”

Emperor Huang laughed coldly, although the Leng Family was powerful, if he wanted to send out someone that exceeded the limits of the Treading through the Sky Stage, he would have to pay a heavy price, so he was obviously not afraid.

”What do you want?” Hearing what Emperor Huang said, Ye Wuhen's face immediately changed, before he could even react, Emperor Huang had suddenly made his move.

Boom! *

Ye Wuhen was immediately enveloped in white light and was trapped inside, completely unable to move at all. Even the Fa Li in his body could not circulate.

”Emperor Huang, is this good?”

When Nalan Tianhao saw Emperor Huang imprisoning Ye Wuhen, his expression became ugly, and he looked at Emperor Huang with a serious face as he asked.

”Nothing bad!”

”Since Envoy Leng was killed, this matter will attract the attention of the Leng Family sooner or later. The only thing we can do now is to delay him as long as possible, this Ye Wuhen is also not a good person, he had visited the Mount Blood Cloud before and almost destroyed the barrier I left behind, you should know the consequences well.”

Ye Wuhen was their greatest threat, the reason he did not kill Ye Wuhen was because he was wary of the Ye Family. If not for this, Ye Wuhen's fate would be the same as Leng Tianjing's.

Hearing that, Nalan Tianhao's expression suddenly became gloomy, how could he not know of Emperor Huang's words? If Ye Wuhen immediately reported it to the mortal world, Shang Sun Realm would immediately send out their experts, and at that time, both he and Martial God Sect would be annihilated, and even Emperor Huang would be blamed for it.

Without further ado, Emperor Huang kept Ye Wuhen. What they needed now was time, and without Ye Wuhen intervening, the four great families of the upper realms would not make any moves within a hundred years.

These hundred years were enough to strengthen both the Honghuang Sect and the Martial God Sect. As long as the two sects joined forces, they would naturally not fear the barbarians. Once they took care of the barbarians, it would be the day of war with the Upper Realm.

Without Ye Wuhen to stop him, Emperor Huang did not care at all. After informing Nalan Tianhao of everything he knew, Nalan Tianhao's face was gloomy, knowing that the barbarian race would advance to the Octoterra Divine Region in a hundred years, he had no choice but to use this time to recover his strength.

When Emperor Huang left, Nalan Tianhao immediately declared that he would not come out from closed door cultivation. Instead, Ye Ling was within the Martial God Sect, acting as his protector and guarding the small generation within the Martial God Sect.

Night descended, Sky Sovereign Peak Courtyard.

Whoosh!

Just at this time, a light breeze blew across his face, causing Ye Ling's soul to tremble. In his mind, a figure actually appeared, as if he was standing right in front of him.

The figure was very blurry, but Ye Ling was sure that it was not the woman he saw often. He was an old man with pale hair, his hands behind his back, currently facing away from him.

”Who is he? Why do I feel so close? ”

Ye Ling's consciousness was a little muddled, and unknowingly, two streams of tears flowed down from the corners of his eyes. Seeing that figure, he felt a sense of familiarity, as if he was family.

”Ling'er!”

While Ye Ling was still in a trance, an aged voice suddenly sounded. The voice was somewhat hoarse, yet the name that was called, was so familiar.

”This grandpa's voice!”

Ye Ling's expression froze as he stared lifelessly into the distance. He remembered the voice, even though he could not recall what his grandfather looked like, but he was certain that it was precisely his grandfather who spoke after not seeing him for so many years.