Chapter 293: Rebirth: I'm a Grandpa (Seventeen)

"It's you!"
Yang Shentian was furious, feeling as if he were being cuckolded.
The assembled guests seemed to be watching him make a fool of himself.
Dongfang Yunxing ignored Yang Shentian.
He looked at Lu Xuewei, whose crimson-gold phoenix crown suddenly fell from her head, revealing a stunning face.
Lu Xuewei looked at that familiar face. Years had passed; the boy's youthful innocence had vanished, replaced by a more composed demeanor.
"Lu Xuewei,"
"If we can leave alive today,"
"Heaven and earth are my witness, the sun and moon are my pledge,"
"Will you marry me, Dongfang Yunxing,?"
The wind and clouds shifted.
Heaven seemed to be enraged.
In the Haori Holy Land, a grand formation enveloped the heavens and earth, and countless figures converged, forming golden borders.
The powerful figures of the Southern Region were all filled with disbelief at this moment.
"That's Dongfang Yunxing, the rising star of the Southern Region in the last ten years, the biggest dark horse, with the potential to become a saint."
"How dare he? This is the Haori Holy Land! He's destined to never leave here today!"
"I think Dongfang Yunxing is a man of true character. For a woman, he actually dares to be an enemy of two super lineages, the Haori Holy Land and the Piaoxue Holy Land."
"What a pity, such a promising commoner genius from the Southern Region..."
Countless elders recognized Dongfang Yunxing.
In the last ten years, Dongfang Yunxing's reputation has soared, breaking into the top five of the Prodigy Ranking. Holy lands and lineages have offered to take him as a disciple, but he has refused. Reclusive experts have also offered to teach him their skills, only requiring him to become their master, but he has refused those as well.
Lu Xuewei smiled, her captivating face beaming, and nodded.
She extended a slender arm, and Dongfang Yunxing took her hand.
"I, Lu Xuewei, am willing to be Dongfang Yunxing's wife, for all eternity, my devotion unwavering!"
Yang Shentian's face was now purple with rage.
On his wedding day, he had been cuckolded, and in front of the entire Southern Region's powers no less.
"You wicked man and woman, I will kill you with my own hands!"
Yang Shentian roared, his formation surrounding them. He would personally kill Dongfang Yunxing and Lu Xuewei to vent his hatred and avenge his humiliation.
An elder from the Haori Holy Land spoke up: "Set up the formation! We must not allow anyone a chance to escape!"
"The Imperial Prince must kill them with his own hands!"
If Yang Shentian didn't kill Dongfang Yunxing and Lu Xuewei today, it would likely disrupt his Dao heart and hinder his cultivation.
As for whether Yang Shentian could actually kill Dongfang Yunxing and Lu Xuewei,
no one in the entire Haori Holy Land had a different thought.
Yang Shentian, the imperial son of the Haori Holy Land, was the first person in the Southern Region in ten thousand years.
No one believed he would lose.
The potential of an emperor and the potential of a saint were incomparable!
Dongfang Yunxing remained calm, a sharp glint in his eyes, as he looked at Yang Shentian and spoke indifferently:
"Today I will kill you."
His tone was neither light nor slow, making it seem as if he was merely stating a fact.
He had already received his master's orders.
Be bold, go ahead and do it.
Before Yang Shentian could even laugh contemptuously.
Ancient and obscure characters appeared in a fleeting glance, accompanied by a resounding horn.
Dongfang Yunxing's aura suddenly surged.
The secret of the character 'Battle'
The ink-black sword in his hand burned with an inextinguishable black flame, instantly transforming into a sword cage from all directions, surrounding Yang Shentian.
Covered in the inextinguishable black flame, Yang Shentian's golden robes burned in the void, his hair and eyebrows also being burned away in an instant.
"Damn it! Bastard! I will make you die!"
Yang Shentian roared, surrounded by layers of golden halos, like a sun, directly charging towards Dongfang Yunxing.
Dongfang Yunxing, holding Lu Xuewei in his arms, faced the approaching Yang Shentian. Dongfang Yunxing directly transformed his ink-black sword into a dragon, and Yang Shentian's three punches tore the ink-black sword in half, shattering it.
"What other tricks do you have up your sleeve?"
"If you have none, then die! I'll kill that bitch first, then torture you properly!"
Although Yang Shentian was surrounded by a golden, holy aura, his entire body was scorched by the Undying Netherfire. This terrifying flame was something even Yang Shentian, who cultivated the Imperial Law of the Haori Holy Land, couldn't resist or eliminate.
Yang Shentian had barely finished speaking.
Above him, runes converged into lines, countless lines intersecting, then transforming into a giant five-fingered hand that descended from the sky.
The terrifying aura caused many elders of the Haori Holy Land to tremble.
"Not good!"
"The Imperial Prince is in danger!"
Dongfang Yunxing's killing move was directly aimed at Yang Shentian's life.
Everyone was incredulous.
Yang Shentian had actually been defeated, and it seemed he was about to be killed?
At the critical moment,
a golden light shield suddenly appeared around Yang Shentian, colliding with the terrifying giant hand.
“That’s a protective artifact given to Yang Shentian by a sage ancestor of the Haori Holy Land. It will activate when Yang Shentian is in danger… Even if Dongfang Yunxing were only at the Void Realm, or even at the Saint Realm, he couldn’t threaten Yang Shentian’s life.”
“The outcome is already decided. Dongfang Yunxing is alone, while Yang Shentian has the entire Haori Holy Land behind him. Even if Dongfang Yunxing defeats Yang Shentian, he can’t kill him, and the Haori Holy Land won’t let him go.”
“What a pity… I never expected this young man named Dongfang Yunxing to defeat Yang Shentian. What a pity… truly a pity…”
Everyone sighed.
If they had discovered this earlier, they would have taken Dongfang Yunxing under their wing at any cost.
But now… Dongfang Yunxing has offended two super-powerful lineages, the Haori Holy Land and the Piaoxue Holy Land.
He’s doomed!
No one had a good chance of survival for Dongfang Yunxing.
But...
Just when everyone thought Dongfang Yunxing couldn't break through the Sage's protection and pose a threat to Yang Shentian,
behind Dongfang Yunxing, the Netherworld Crow Totem with its eyes tightly closed... opened its eyes!
No one knew what had happened.
Yang Shentian had just caught his breath.
The indestructible defensive barrier, permeated with the aura of a Sage, vanished in an instant.
This moment was too sudden; no one could react.
A palm covered in ten thousand runes descended from the sky, striking Yang Shentian directly.
A mournful cry echoed throughout the entire Haori Holy Land.
The elders of the Haori Holy Land were filled with rage.
"No... the Imperial Son..."
Yang Shentian was dead.
The sudden turn of events left no powerful figure with time to react.
Or rather,
For a fleeting moment, time accelerated countless times.
No one could react.
The sun in the sky was blazing with light.
But at this moment, in the eyes of all the powerful figures from the Southern Region who had come to attend the ceremony,
that blazing sun
appeared...so dark.
Only one voice echoed in everyone's minds:
"The sky of the Southern Region...is about to collapse!"