Immortal Divine Tribulation

Chapter 198: Fierce Interrogation

On the grand plaza of the Murong Clan, countless cultivators had already gathered, among them many powerful beings, including experts from the Cloud Sky Secret Realm and even super experts at the Peak of Primordial Unity. However, at this moment, they were all stunned, their hearts racing, as they faced two great martial arts sanctuaries and five Immortal Ascension Experts. Someone actually dared to say such words.

“What did you say!?”  

The members of the Murong Clan were all dumbfounded, as if they couldn’t believe their ears. Among them, an elderly man with silver hair dressed in fine robes spoke up, his face as dark as water, like a lion lying in wait to pounce.

“I said I want to take her away!”  

Tian Fan coldly met the gaze of the five elders, not backing down in the slightest. Below, many cultivators swallowed hard; this was simply a super Baleful star. Facing five Immortal Ascension Experts, he dared to present himself in such a manner, and on someone else’s territory no less.

“Take her away? On what grounds!”  

The elderly man shouted angrily, his beard twitching. A dignified Immortal Ascension Expert, a respected figure in the martial arts sanctuary, being humiliated like this was a tremendous loss of face. If it weren’t for the Divine Dragon on his shoulder, these people would have likely already attacked.

“On what grounds? Because I am her friend, and because she doesn’t want to marry!”  

The cold voice rang out, inciting fury among several individuals. They were all super beings from the Immortal Ascension Realm, who were usually treated with respect. But now, being humiliated repeatedly by a junior, even a clay figurine would have some fire. Immediately, three massive hands reached down from above, emanating terrifying waves of laws that obscured the sky and blotted out the sun. The divine radiance was astonishing, and the surrounding Void directly shattered. Many cultivators below were knocked to the ground, horrified as they stared at the three gigantic hands.

“Hmph…”  

On the other side, Zi Ying seemed somewhat displeased. She waved her right hand forward, and a column of purple-gold Qi surged forward, knocking the hands of the three supreme experts away.

“What are you doing here? Go back quickly.”  

Seeing the purple figure suddenly appear beside him, Tian Fan smiled at her and spoke softly.

“I just wanted to help you!”  

Zi Ying pouted, looking at Tian Fan with a hint of dissatisfaction, causing the group of cultivators below to widen their eyes in amazement. They had never seen such a celestial-like woman, and many began to gulp in awe.

“Let us men handle this; you go over there and rest.”  

Tian Fan smiled, gently brushing Zi Ying’s beautiful nose.

“Brother, what is a man? Is it tasty?”  

On Tian Fan’s head, the Little Dragon tugged at his hair with its golden claws, its innocent voice filled with confusion. Hearing this, Zi Ying immediately burst into laughter, her eyes curving into crescent moons, very happy as she picked the little guy up from Tian Fan’s head.

“Cough, cough, little kids shouldn’t ask so many questions.”  

Faced with such a pure little dragon, Tian Fan was at a loss for words.

“Who are you? Are you with him? Why are you trying to stop us!?”  

An elder from the Murong Clan asked in a deep voice, staring at the purple-clad woman beside Tian Fan.

“Little Tian Tian, let’s go. We just need to take that young lady away.”  

Zi Ying said, tugging at Tian Fan’s sleeve. They were here to rescue someone, not to battle the two great sanctuaries. Taking Murong Qiu away was enough; any further actions seemed unnecessary.

Hearing this, Tian Fan nodded. They approached Murong Qiu, and it was still Zi Ying who helped her up from the ground. The Little Dragon and the Little Phoenix softly comforted her. It must be said that the two little ones were incredibly endearing, and in no time, Murong Qiu stopped crying.

“Alright, that’s better. If you cry too much, you won’t look pretty, and then no man will like you.”  

Looking at the still-sniffling girl, Tian Fan teased. Upon hearing his words, Zi Ying immediately kicked out.

“Why did you kick me?” Tian Fan said, feeling somewhat wronged.

“I like it, I want to, what are you going to do about it!”  

Tian Fan: “…”

Seeing Tian Fan’s defeated expression, Murong Qiu also stopped crying and secretly smiled. Tian Fan was speechless, saying nothing. Zi Ying supported Murong Qiu, and Mu Yi followed beside them as they walked toward the exit.

“How dare you! Stop them!”  

An elder from the Murong Clan shouted angrily. Just now, his questions were completely ignored by Zi Ying and Tian Fan, and he was extremely furious. At this moment, they actually wanted to leave; how could he let that happen? If he allowed them to leave like this, where would the Murong Clan’s face be?

As soon as his words fell, a group of soldiers clad in golden armor surrounded them. Each of them was incredibly strong, and the aura of slaughter engulfed the area.

Surrounded by such a group, Tian Fan appeared calm, but Mu Yi’s expression changed. He knew how terrifying these people were; they were all individuals who had crawled back from the brink of death, far stronger than others of the same rank.

“Murong Qiu, do you want to betray your family?”  

A thunderous voice boomed from above the Sacred Altar, like a thunderclap exploding in Murong Qiu’s heart, causing her delicate body to tremble.

“Murong Lin, look at your good daughter! Why don’t you bring her back to me! My Murong Clan’s face has been completely lost by her!”  

Another voice echoed, as another Supreme Elder of the Murong Clan glared at the middle-aged man in green clothing.

Tian Fan and the others were blocked from leaving, and Mu Yi’s face showed a worried expression, feeling a bit anxious.

“Daughter, just come back. This is your home; the family needs you!”  

Murong Lin stepped forward, though his face was somewhat pale, he still spoke to Murong Qiu.

“You!”  

Zi Ying’s body trembled with anger, her jade hand pointing at the middle-aged man, so furious she couldn’t speak. The crowd below erupted into a cacophony of discussions.

In Zi Ying’s arms, Murong Qiu’s face showed a trace of sorrow. She trembled as she walked forward, tears streaming down her face. She was a member of the Murong Clan, and that was an unchangeable fact.

“Miss!”  

Seeing Murong Qiu’s trembling figure walking forward, Mu Yi called out anxiously, extremely worried. Meanwhile, several elders from the Murong Clan and the Divine Brilliance Dynasty looked on with cold smiles, watching as the vacant-eyed Murong Qiu walked toward the engagement platform.

“Whoosh…” Suddenly, a figure in white appeared in front of her, blocking her path.

“Son of God, what do you want to do!”  

Seeing his actions, several elders shouted in anger simultaneously.

“I, Tian Fan, can sever ties with the Soaring Dragon Dynasty, and she can also cut off her relationship with your Murong Clan. Today, I make this decision for her. From now on, she is her own person, and you are your own!”  

Tian Fan coldly met the fearless Immortal Ascension Experts, his icy words emerging from his mouth. Hearing this, the crowd of cultivators below felt a mix of awe and fear. This was truly an unparalleled demon king, daring to sever ties with his own family. But some others caught the earlier part of his statement.

“Son of God, is he from the Soaring Dragon Dynasty!?”  

“Could he be a prince? My God!”  

“Severing ties with a martial arts sanctuary, oh God, take me with you!”  

Below, people continuously lamented, cursing Tian Fan for not knowing how to cherish his fortune, being unaware of his blessings, and actually severing ties with such a superpower. Some even cursed him as a prodigal and unfilial.

If Tian Fan knew what these people were thinking, he would probably spit blood in anger and then grab a blade to chop them up.

Behind him, Murong Qiu listened to such domineering and caring words, her delicate body trembling continuously. She raised her head to look at the not-so-mighty man in front of her, tears glistening in her beautiful eyes.

“Young man, I know you mean well and want what’s best for Qiu’er, but marrying into the Divine Brilliance Dynasty would also grant her a noble status. This is for the benefit of the family…”  

The middle-aged man looked at Tian Fan, his gaze somewhat evasive, as if he didn’t dare to meet Murong Qiu’s eyes.

“Shut up! As a father, what you should do is protect her, cherish her. What she wants is not material wealth, nor power, but simply the warmth of a home. Yet now you are pushing her into a pit of fire. Do you have the right to be her father? You are unworthy!”  

Listening to Tian Fan’s cold voice, Murong Lin was instantly silenced. As an expert at the Peak of Primordial Unity, he found himself unable to utter a single word.

“Impudent! You have gone too far! This is a family matter of my Murong Clan! Who gives you the right to interfere, outsider!”  

Several elders coldly shouted in unison, stepping forward in the Void, terrifying pressure emanating from them, shaking the air with a constant rumble.

“For a Divine Weapon, you would make a nineteen-year-old girl sell her soul? Is this your so-called family matter? Is this what you call a family? What do you think she is? Answer me!”  

Tian Fan shouted coldly, like a thunderclap exploding in the sky. Even the crowd below was affected by his words, and for a moment, they began to discuss among themselves again. Many started pointing fingers at the elders and Murong Lin, especially some female cultivators, who now showed expressions of anger, wanting to draw their swords against the Supreme Elders of the Murong Clan.

Upon hearing his words, Murong Qiu cried again, feeling extremely sorrowful. Those who heard were heartbroken, and those who listened shed tears. In her arms, the Little Phoenix continuously used its colorful wings to wipe the tears from her eyes, the little creature very angry, glaring at the group ahead.

“What we do is none of your business! Attack, capture him!”  

As the elder’s words fell, the group of cultivators surrounding them charged forward. In their hands, they wielded gleaming blades, definitely not ordinary weapons, radiating immeasurable divine light, with a terrifying aura of slaughter spreading across the area. A dozen people launched their attacks simultaneously, their expressions cold, faces devoid of emotion, like machines designed for killing.

“Be careful, they are the death warriors of the Murong Clan!”  

Mu Yi warned Tian Fan gravely, his expression serious.

“Hmph!”  

Tian Fan snorted coldly, his expression indifferent. He directly extended a golden hand, causing the space to tremble, lightning flashing. The earth shook, and the dust rose to the sky. The dozen death warriors charging forward were directly sent flying, all losing their combat ability. Their black-gold battle armor shattered into dust, and as a gust of wind blew, ashes filled the air.