Chapter 66: Arrival of the North Frost Palace

The unexpected display of power by Ye Chen left figures like Liu Qianlang, Liu Qianzhong, and Liu Jianghong astonished. Especially Liu Qianzhong, who had seen Ye Chen before and knew of his talent, but never imagined it would be so extraordinary.

However, no matter how extraordinary, in the face of absolute power, it would eventually become meaningless. Just like when facing the North Frost Palace.

As they gazed ahead, the heavy atmosphere had long dissipated, replaced by thick smiles.

"Boom!"

From the distant sky came a series of rumblings, and everyone fixed their gaze in that direction, spotting a black dot rapidly approaching.

"What's that? Could it be someone flying at the Emperor's Martial Realm?"

People speculated.

Liu Jiangmo furrowed his brows, his voice solemn, "It's the North Frost Palace. They're here!"

The North Frost Palace?

Ye Chen also looked towards the sky, wondering if the mastermind hiding behind the scenes had finally arrived.

For Wu Qingxue, she unsheathed her long sword, her aura gradually condensing. She knew her battle was about to begin. Regardless of who the incoming person was and how strong they were, if they dared to harm Young Master Chen, she would fight to the death!

"Boom! Boom!"

The rumbling grew louder as the black dot drew closer. Soon, it revealed itself to be a floating warship.

"An imperial-level flying warship!" Liu Jiangmo's voice was grave.

These flying warships, accurately speaking, still belonged to the Mystic Armament category. They were engraved with some flight formations, allowing them to be used for transportation and displaying an imposing aura.

On the warship were countless flags, each bearing the inscription of two large characters—North Frost!

"North Frost, it's the North Frost Palace!"

Everyone finally made out the warship and the large characters on it, and a wave of astonishment swept through them.

The North Frost Palace, the terrifying force that dominated the lifeline of the Xuan Tian Empire, a true martial arts sect.

"Liu Qianlang, the envoy of the Xuan Tian Empire, welcomes the esteemed members of the North Frost Palace." As the warship arrived above the martial arts arena, Liu Qianlang was the first to bow in respect.

"We welcome the esteemed members of the North Frost Palace!"

Liu Qianzhong, Liu Jianghong, and all the forces of the imperial family also knelt down.

Only the camp of the Third Prince Liu Jiangmo and the Ye Family remained unmoved, refusing to kneel.

On the warship, dozens of martial artists walked out and stood on both sides. Each emitted the aura of high-level True Martial Realm.

These figures, placed within the empire, were undoubtedly top-tier characters. However, at this moment, they were acting as guards.

Indeed worthy of being a sect; their strength was truly formidable!

Next, a figure walked out, middle-aged in appearance, exuding a powerful aura, undoubtedly an emperor-level existence.

"Hmm?"

As the middle-aged man stepped out of the warship, his gaze fell on those who did not kneel, and a look of extreme displeasure flashed across his face.

"Is this your country, Liu Qianlang?" The middle-aged man's voice was cold, not even bothering to look for Liu Qianlang's whereabouts, his arrogance evident.

Liu Qianlang raised his head, recognizing the man. He respectfully said, "Lord Qiyang, there's some minor issue here that hasn't been resolved yet…"

Qiyang waved his hand disdainfully, saying, "I don't have time to listen to your nonsense. Kill all those who haven't knelt down, and then hand over Ye Shuixian. You can all come with me."

"A group of useless people!"

Qiyang cursed, and immediately a scorching flame descended from the sky, like a fire dragon devouring all in its path, and anyone caught within would undoubtedly die.

"Be careful, Young Master Chen."

Ye Feng and the others were about to take action when they saw Wu Qingxue had already taken the lead, sending out a sword qi that soared into the sky, confronting the fiery light and producing a terrifying shockwave.

Qiyang's pupils contracted, looking coldly at Wu Qingxue. Someone could actually withstand his attack?

"Who are you?" Qiyang asked coldly.

"Wu Qingxue!" Wu Qingxue responded calmly.

Qiyang frowned. "You seem young, yet you have reached the pinnacle of True Martial Realm. Are you willing to join me at the North Frost Palace?"

He could tell Wu Qingxue's age; she couldn't be older than twenty. With such cultivation at her age, even in the Nine Nether Region, she would be considered a top talent, capable of making it onto the Nine Nether Leaderboard.

Therefore, he was willing to give her a chance to join the North Frost Palace.

As soon as he said this, Liu Qianlang, Liu Qianzhong, Liu Jianghong, and others trembled with excitement. With a powerful figure from the North Frost Palace taking action, today's events would come to an end.

However, the moment Qiyang made his move and expressed his intention to recruit Wu Qingxue, their hearts were filled with dread.

If Wu Qingxue agreed and Ye Chen compromised again, the North Frost Palace might not stand with them anymore, and the Xuan Tian Empire might really change hands!

How could they not be shocked?

Fortunately, Wu Qingxue's response completely relieved them.

"North Frost Palace, a rubbish sect. I have no interest!" Wu Qingxue responded coldly.

Even without considering Ye Chen's relationship, Wu Qingxue herself was the granddaughter of the Chief of the Alchemy Pavilion, possessing extraordinary status. How could a mere North Frost Palace make her feel threatened?

What qualifications did they have to invite her to join?

As her words fell, Liu Qianlang and the others breathed a sigh of relief, while Qiyang's expression grew even colder!

First, there was provocation.

And now, there was a refusal to join the North Frost Palace, and a disdainful rejection at that!

Good, very good!