Just as Lee’s offensive was about to reach Ian, Ian moved. The aura of a War God-Emperor surged, instantly enveloping the entire space. Following that, without any fancy moves, a de energy imbued with the force of thunder swept out with a howling wind.


    “Lee, retreat quickly, you’re not his match!” At almost the same time Ian’s aura rose to the Emperor realm, Needlework Sorceress shouted loudly. While calling out, she swiftly moved, sweeping out a palm wind towards Ian.


    “Madam Hale, do you really think de Sect has no one?” Ronald de snorted, taking two steps forward and also striking out with a palm.


    Boom!


    The attacks of Ronald de and Needlework Sorceress collided, both retreating four or five steps, causing the cement under their feet to crack. Both of them were at the peak of the War God-Emperor realm, evenly matched in a single move.


    At the same time, the de energy unleashed by Ian tore through Lee’s sword and directly entered his heart. Lee quickly retreated more than ten meters, stopping with a terrifying cut across his chest, blood gushing out.


    “How… how is this possible…” Lee lowered his head to look at the wound, uttering a few words before copsing. His eyes were wide open, typical of someone who died with unwillingness. At hisst moment, he couldn’t believe that he had been truly killed by Ian de with a single strike. Endless remorse surged in his heart. If he had known earlier, he wouldn’t have be involved. Originally, he wanted to show off his strength in front of Pandora Szar to gain some favor. But he didn’t expect to sacrifice his own life.N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive ? material.


    A life with a promising future was gone just like that!


    Witnessing this scene, the surrounding crowd drew in a collective breath of cold air. Each face was filled with shock as they looked at Ian de. No one had expected that the young master of de Sect would actuallymit murder at his grandfather’s birthday banquet.


    The faces of Homer Szar and his daughter were filled with horror. In Pandora’s heart, who had always looked down on Ian, shock waves surged. Ian de, whom she had never considered important, had actually reached the War God-Emperor realm?!


    “Damn it, you actually killed him?!” Needlework Sorceress slightly hesitated before looking at Ian with anger. “Today, I will definitely make you…”


    “Enough, stop the nonsense. Bring your people out!” Ian interrupted her. “You came for de Sect today, didn’t you?”


    “Hmm?” Hearing this, Needlework Sorceress was slightly stunned.


    “de Sect, you really have the courage. Knowing that we came prepared, you still dare to be so arrogant. You’re quite something!” Fawn Hale raised her hand and looked ahead, shouting, “Everyone, show yourselves!”


    Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!


    Twenty or thirty figures leaped over the courtyard walls, appearing within a blink of an eye about a hundred meters away from the pavilion. Leading the group were two ck-robed old men, one of whom was the deputy dean of Cerulean Abyss Institute, Light Brewer, who had saved Quin Inkwell’s life at the foot of Kun Lun Mountains not long ago.


    The other old man, who appeared to be about the same age, held an ancient bronze sword. Judging from his aura, his cultivation was not inferior to Light Brewer’s. The remaining twenty-plus people all remained vignt, surrounded by swirling Chi. At least half of them had God-Emperor-level cultivation, with several at the mid-stage of War God-Emperor, and the rest at theter stages of War Emperor. Such a lineup would be enough to overturn any top-tier martial sect in the ancient martial arts world.


    Seeing this group, the surrounding crowd, which had just gathered, involuntarily took a step back, their faces filled with trepidation. Although they couldn’t probe the specific cultivations of the group, the oppressive aura emanating from the two leading old men was enough to instill despair.


    “Fellow friends, I’m afraid today’s birthday banquet will have to end here!” Ronald de swept his eyes over the approaching group before turning to the onlookers and speaking loudly.


    “Everyone, please leave the mountain. I will visit each of you to express my apologies another day!”


    Hearing his words, many people hesitated for a moment before turning and walking towards the gate. It wasn’t that they didn’t want to stay, but the terrifying aura from the opposing side was too frightening. They knew that even if they stayed, they would only be cannon fodder, unable to y any role. Not everyone left, however. There were still forty to fifty guests remaining at the scene.


    “Cerulean Abyss Institute is here for business. All unrted personnel, get lost!” Fawn Hale coldlymanded, looking at the remaining group of people.


    “You are so overbearing. de Sect hasn’t offended you, right?” A middle-aged man stepped forward and spoke. After speaking, he turned to Ronald de. “de Sect Master, although my strength is limited, at least I can try to block one or two people for you!”


    “Thank you, Master Currey!” Ronald de responded with a smile, then looked at the remaining forty to fifty people. “I appreciate your good intentions, but Cerulean Abyss Institute came for de Sect. You don’t have to risk getting involved. Please leave. de Sect will visit each of you to express our gratitude another day!”


    “de Sect Master, no need to say more. Although our strength is limited, we still have some basic martial world principles. Since we’ve encountered this matter today, we won’t turn a blind eye!” Another elderly woman spoke.


    “Since you want to court death, then none of you should leave!” The leading ck-robed old man spoke coldly. Following that, he continued looking at Ronald de. “Bring out Elmer de! You people are not qualified to make me take action!”


    “You old fool!” Ian nced at him.


    The gray-robed old man furrowed his brows. “Kid, you’re seeking death!”


    As he spoke, he casually waved his hand, sending a powerful gust of wind towards Ian like a hurricane.


    “Ned Stanley, you’ve lived for almost two hundred years, yet you’re attacking a junior in his twenties. You’re really regressing!”


    Just at that moment, an old man’s voice resounded. As the voice echoed, a palm wind simultaneously swept over, blocking the iing attack. Following that, an elderly man in a gray robe walked over. He was in his seventies or eighties, with white hair but a youthful face, filled with vigor. There was no sign of aging.


    This person was naturally de Sect’s old master, Elmer de. Following him were fifteen members of de Sect’s Elder Pavilion, and fifty core members of de Sect’s Inner Sect, including Ian de’s aunt, Celeste de.


    de Sect, being one of the top martial forces in the ancient martial arts world, and a sect that epted apprentices widely, had thousands of disciples in total. de Lord only brought these few dozen people, apparently not wanting ordinary disciples to participate and be fearless sacrifices.