Silence

The atmosphere was eerily cold.

No one dared to breathe.

Only after the Su Family's Third Forefather had fallen on his knees did those watching gasp. This ancient and mighty figure had lost?

Moreover, he had lost to a junior?

"It can't be…" Su Fengtian was in dismay.

The Third Forefather was the most respected and powerful figure in the history of his Su Family, but even he had not been able to defeat this white-robed young man.

Yang Muli's Daoist core shook as he, too, fell to his knees, vomiting blood.

Now, everyone looked at the white-robed young man in fear and awe. He was standing tall and proud as if the world was under his control.

The young maidens would forever remember him, even long after they had married.

But while everyone was in awe, the white-robed young man trembled a bit, and he dropped to one knee.

Han Ying was very scared and cried out, "Brother Xin!"

Su Fengtian was also relieved. Since he had fought his Su Family's Third Forefather to a draw today, it meant that at least their lives would be spared for now.

"We can't let him recover." Yang Muli cried. "Third Forefather, if you have any energy remaining, you must end him today or we will be doomed in the future!"

The Su Family's Third Forefather trembled upon hearing this, and he tried to gather his remaining spiritual energy.

This white-robed young man was able to strike fear deep into his old heart. Such a monster had to be eliminated no matter what.

"Don't worry, Han Ying." Tang Zixin's face was pale, and he looked very weak right now.

With a sigh, he thought, "I still need some time to consolidate. My current energy levels are too poor to utilize my full potential. Against that little bastard, this is far from enough."

Just by releasing a fraction of his true sword insight and Daoist Rhymes, it had tired him out.

Seeing that those three were eying her Brother Xin like hungry hyenas, Han Ying shouted while standing in front of him, "No one can hurt my Brother Xin!"

Hearing this young girl repeatedly call the white-robed young man 'Brother Xin', those present all began to have an inkling on his identity.

Coupled with his unbelievable powers and looks, could it be?

"You… are you the Twelve-Suns Eldest Young Master, Tang Zixin?" The Su Family Third Forefather's voice was shaky, his hunchbacked figure looked very frail.

"You're Tang Zixin?" Su Fengtian trembled. As someone of the younger generation, he had, of course, heard about this legendary character.

The last time he had appeared in the world, he had put many of the most proud geniuses from the top clans to shame.

If this white-robed young man was indeed him…

Now, after appearing again, he was stronger than ever. What kind of legends would he create this time?

"The Twelve-Suns Eldest Young Master!" Yang Muli shouted in disbelief.

Tang Zixin was very touched by Han Ying's gesture. She, indeed, would never let him down.

"..." Meanwhile, for the rest of them, Tang Zixin ignored them all and he spoke to the void.

"Senior, come out." Tang Zixin wiped his mouth and sweat, and his actions were very appealing for all the young women present.

When those present heard him say this, all of them became fearful. In the capital, no one knew the true strength of the Twelve-Suns Manor, and no one would dare offend this mysterious force that had appeared out of nowhere.

"You're lying…" Su Fengtian cried out. If there was indeed a protector, why had he not shown himself the entire time?

"Little Tian, we may be doomed. We have let our ancestors down." The Su Family's Third Forefather sighed.

It was a great mistake on their part. Their arrogance had played a great role in their impending downfall. Since the white-robed young man's identity had come out, it spelt their downfall.

"Don't believe him, Third Forefather!" Su Fengtian could not accept it. "As long as we kill him now and bury the secret, no one will know what happened today!"

"Oh really now? I would like to see who would dare even touch a single hair of the Young Master." From the void, a black-robed elder walked out with a head full of white hair.

"Hmph. If it was not for the fact that I can not show myself unless there is a near-death situation or the Young Master himself was to will it, you would all be dead." The black-robed elder's presence had brought forth an incomparable amount of dread and pressure to them.

"Senior." Tang Zixin greeted with a weak smile.

This senior was known as Protector Xing, and he was the protector that was assigned to him by his father.

Toward Protector Xing, Tang Zixin respected him. For as long as he could remember, this senior had been protecting him from the shadows.

It was too bad that in his last life, this senior he was grateful toward had passed away.

Looking at this black-robed elder, the Su Family's Third Forefather trembled, "Impossible…"

Apart from the noble Lin Family, within this kingdom and capital, experts at the peak of the Soul Formation stage were as rare as Qilin Horns and Phoenix Feathers.

In the Su Family, he was the strongest figure, and all the elders in the family had not wished for him to be Su Fengtian's protector. In their eyes, he was their greatest trump card.

But now, the Twelve-Suns Eldest Young Master had a protector at the same level as himself. Since he could do nothing but draw against him in the first place, there was no way he stood a chance against their combined attacking power.

Protector Xing sighed with some melancholy, "Eldest Young Master, it seems that you will no longer require my protection in a few more years."

This little kid had grown up so fast. For someone like him who had lived for hundreds of years, his growth felt like the blink of an eye.

That child that had once run around the manor while drooling with saliva now felt like a distant memory. What's more, he had even found himself a little fiancee.

"How could that be?" Tang Zixin waved his hands. "I am forever grateful to you, Senior."

"Han Ying, come say hello to Senior Xing." Tang Zixin called over Han Ying with a smile.

"Little Ying greets Senior Xing!" Toward her fiance's great benefactor and protector, Han Ying did not dare to show any disrespect at all.

"Relax, as the Young Master's fiancee, I can be considered your subordinate." Protector Xing smiled.

"Senior, I do not dare look at you that way." Han Ying panicked and declined. Such a figure, not even a million Lunar Moon clans could compare with him.

They were not even worthy to hold his shoes.

Protector Xing merely smiled.