The rage of Wang Yangming is also understandable.
After all, their Sun and Moon Sect has been cultivating for millions of years, through the efforts of countless people.
Only then did they achieve such scale.
And have the strength to clash with the Sun Temple.
Imagine their dark and endless days for millions of years, how difficult it must have been.
But now, their strongest ancestor has fallen in battle.
As for the progenitor, the Sun and Moon God, he is now trapped by formations, facing the risk of annihilation at any time.
How could Wang Yangming not be furious?
The Sacred Court, which originally allied with them, is now nowhere to be found.
Wang Yangming is also angry.Might as well retreat and continue to cultivate and heal.
It seems the roar of the Sun and Moon Sect has been felt.
Only to see the previously silent firmament suddenly erupt with thunder, and spiritual energy like an ocean.
The sound of "rumbling" thunder resounded incessantly.
As Xu Zimei looked up, he saw a vast hand reaching towards him.
This hand was not like the pseudo Dao Fruit powerhouse of the Sun and Moon God.
The rule power flowing on it.
The suppressive momentum bursting forth hinted clearly that the owner of this vast hand was a true Dao Fruit powerhouse.
It pierced through the void, even blocking out the sun.
In this moment, it seemed this vast hand was the focal point of everything in heaven and earth, drawing everyone's gaze involuntarily.
As the vast hand reached for Xu Zimei.
From the depths of the Sun Temple, another vast hand emerged.
This hand's momentum was even stronger.
And it was also a Dao Fruit powerhouse.
In one day, so many Dao Fruit powerhouses appeared.
It's known that such powerhouses are once-in-a-millennium occurrences.
Normally, powerhouses of this level would not appear easily.
Now everyone was witnessing something unprecedented.
The two hands appeared simultaneously and collided.
Under this force, everyone felt insignificant like ants.
Toyed with at will.
The explosion sent the surrounding hands flying, Xu Zimei included.
At this moment, a figure deep within the Sun Temple began to speak.
"Immortal Lord, don't be so hasty.
This is not our war."
Hearing the voice, the Sun Temple side became excited.
"It's the progenitor, our progenitor has emerged."
"Doesn't that mean victory is assured."
"Indeed, with the progenitor's emergence, it's invincible in this age."
"But let's not celebrate too soon, the Sacred Court was involved, that hand earlier signifies they also have a Dao Fruit powerhouse."
"It's the Immortal Lord, leader of the small organization Immortal Gate within the Sacred Court.
Rumored to be the disciple of the Holy Ancestor."
Someone murmured.
The Sacred Court is too mysterious.
People only know it resides in the Robbery Immortal Domain, but its exact location is unknown to anyone.
Thus, people's understanding of the Sacred Court is very limited.
Ignoring the buzz of discussions among the crowd.
The two probing hands that had just acted represented two Dao Fruit powerhouses.
One was the progenitor Candle Dragon from the Sun Temple.
The other was the Immortal Lord from the Sacred Court.
Neither showed their true form, merely probing, and then disappeared.
From the Sacred Court, the voice of the Immortal Lord came.
This voice was somewhat ethereal, neither male nor female.
"Candle Dragon, let this matter end here."
"Lost and want to leave?" Candle Dragon's voice transmitted as well.
Neither appeared, just conversing.
But everyone understood, their fates hinged on this dialogue between the two.
This is the world of the powerful.
"We didn't lose, only the Sun and Moon Sect is too useless.
Even with the Yin-Yang Great Sage and the Sun and Moon God, they still failed," the Immortal Lord replied.
His voice showed no joy or sorrow, no discernible emotion.
"So what?" Candle Dragon coldly replied.
"Having lost, there must be a price."
"Do you really want to start a war with the Sacred Court?"
"I don't want to, but your Sacred Court has already crossed the line," Candle Dragon's voice fell.
His vast hand swept.
Directly grasping at a void.
This void was torn open by the vast hand, revealing, inside, a ship.
A ship hidden in the void, carrying several holy powers.
From the immortal Qi emanating from the ship, everyone realized it was the Sacred Court's warship.
The vast hand reached for the immortal ship.
From the ship, several powerful holy powers erupted violently.
"What do you want to do?"
The Great Saint on the ship roared in fury.
They were the Sacred Court, sacred and inviolable.
Squeezed to death effortlessly.
Their divine souls and life and death souls were directly erased.
Left with no chance of entering the Netherworld Domain.
And from the Sacred Court, seeing this scene, the Immortal Lord did not intervene.
Just watching the immortal ship and several Great Saints succumb.
He understood, this was the price.
The Sacred Court paid a small price to resolve the matter.
The Sacred Court didn't want war, and neither did the Sun Temple.
So this was tacitly accepted.
At this moment, the Immortal Lord spoke again.
"Our matters with the Sun Temple are now settled.
The Sun and Moon Sect has been drawn out for you, the headache within your Sun Temple can be dealt with at any time.
From now on, the position of the Blazing Flame Realm ruler will be unchallenged.
In some sense, you should thank me."
"And then?" Candle Dragon asked indifferently.
"You think I don't know about the Sun and Moon Sect's affairs?
Otherwise, why would I leave this formation?
I merely wanted to give the Sun and Moon Sect a chance for a peaceful life.
Unfortunately, someone didn't value it.
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"Sacred Court, wasn't cooperation agreed upon?
What do you mean now?" Wang Yangming discerned the oddity and shouted hastily.
"Fool, cooperation is based on equality.
Your Sun and Moon Sect's Yin-Yang Great Sage has died.
The Sun and Moon God is about to disappear too.
What do you have to cooperate with me?"
The Immortal Lord coldly snorted, the sound like thunder.
Directly shaking Wang Yangming until blood seeped from the corners of his mouth, unsteady and nearly toppling.
"You... you," he pointed at the firmament, speechless.
His face turned ashen with rage.
At this point, Wang Yangming finally understood.
From start to finish, they had been calculated, relying on the Sun and Moon Sect's desire for revenge.
Serving the Sacred Court willingly.
But now, for someone as insignificant as him, the Sacred Court no longer cared.