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Taking a deep breath, Xia Xinghe buried the question of whether or not the ancient era really existed in the deepest part of his heart.

After that, Xia Xinghe spoke through soul communication again, asking the Azure Dragon, "You have entered the ancient ruins at the bottom of Dragon Slaying Mountain, after a period of time, bring me in."

"Master, this …" I have only entered it once, and it was three hundred and thirty-three years ago. There was a mysterious seal inside that could suppress cultivation and could enter under the pressure of the Demon Sect's mirror. Moreover, it was only opened for approximately thirty-six hours before I entered the state of self-sealing and my soul was almost sealed inside. "

The Demonic Mirror of the Demon Sect was the cultivation realm of the demi-humans, equivalent to the Heavenly Sect Mirror of the human race. It was the cultivation realm above the Demonic Elephant Mirror and the Celestial Phenomenon Mirror.

"Three hundred years ago?" Xia Xinghe couldn't help but sigh. If there were restrictions on access to the ancient ruins, then this would be difficult.

"But, Master, based on my calculations, it will soon be the second one in 333 years. I just don't know if the ancient ruins will be opened as promised." The green dragon immediately added.

"That would be interesting." Hearing this, Xia Xinghe's eyes lit up. If the halberd within the halberd could be opened as he had planned, Xia Xinghe would be extremely interested in it.

"Master, if there are no other problems, then Xiao Long will fall asleep first. He has just awakened, and the strength of my soul is not enough for me to stay awake for a long time." The Azure Dragon said carefully.

"Go." Xia Xinghe waved his hand, and the Azure Dragon immediately sank into a deep slumber.

Xia Xingchen had gained a lot from this conversation with the Azure Dragon.

To think that what Chu Qingcheng said was actually true. The Dragon Slaying Mountain really did have remnants of the ancient ruins!

However, where did Chu Qingcheng get the news from?

Even in the nine heavens and ten earth, they did not know much about the ancient era. How could there be news of the ancient era in such a barren and barren continent?

Just as Xia Xinghe was lost in his thoughts, the closed door of the ancestral hall was suddenly knocked.

"Young Master Xia." Lan Tong's voice came from outside the door.

"Come in." Xia Xinghe softly said.

With Xia Xinghe's permission, Lan Tong immediately pushed open the door to the ancestral hall and walked in.

Curiously glancing at the row of unaffected corpses on the ground, Lan Tong respectfully said to Xia Xinghe, "Ye Qingsu and Zhao Mu are here, they want to see you."

"Didn't Ye Qingsu and Zhao Mu get injured by Miss Chu?" With regards to the sudden arrival of Ye and Zhao, Xia Xingchen didn't seem to be surprised at all. After the reshuffle of Eastsea City, the Ye and Zhao Families had also been thrown down the altar by Xia Xinghe. It was very normal for them to visit Xia Xingchen, and even Xia Xingchen knew exactly why they had come.

"Ye Qingsu and Zhao Mu's injuries haven't healed yet. They were carried into the Lan family by their family members." Although Lan Tong's voice could still be controlled, Xia Xingchen still caught a whiff of excitement.

In the past, the Ye and Zhao Families were the top two powers in Eastsea City, but now, the leaders of these two powers were actually willing to be carried by the Lan family, despite their severely injured state.

"Carry the body out and burn it. Then, ask Ye Qingsu and Zhao Mu to come and see me." Xia Xinghe gently waved her hand.

Although Xia Xinghe still looked weak when he spoke, no one dared to underestimate him, no matter how weak he looked. After all, he was a demon that had destroyed Xue Long with a single fist.

Not long after, a dozen or so brawny guards of the Lan clan carried out a row of corpses from within the ancestral hall. They handled the bloodstains, and even the stench of corpses, in an exceptionally meticulous manner.

After being carried into the small courtyard, Ye Qingsu and Zhao Mu, who didn't even have time to change their bloodstained clothes, immediately called out for them to stop. Carrying their severely injured bodies, the two of them forcefully stood on the ground as they staggered forward, bowing and scraping as they followed behind Lan Tong and entered the ancestral hall.

From this small action, it could be seen how respectful and respectful Ye Qingsu and Zhao Mu were towards Xia Xing.

"Young master Xia, he's here." Lan Tong coldly glanced at Ye Wen and Zhao Mo before he stood behind Xia Xinghe, vigilantly staring at the two of them. It was as though he was afraid that the two of them would harm Xia Xinghe.

"Greetings, young master Xia."

Ye Qingsu and Zhao Mu simultaneously let out incomparably weak voices. After they finished speaking, the two of them looked at each other and directly knelt towards Xia Xing.

"I am here to ask for your forgiveness. I hope Young Master Xia will be generous and let the Ye Family live." Ye Qingsu kept kowtowing, his voice full of fear and trembling.

"Young Master Xia, the Zhao Family is here to beg for forgiveness as well." Zhao Mu was even more ruthless than Ye Qingsu. As he cried and howled, he kowtowed, and in two to three strikes, he was bleeding, staining the green bricks red.

Compared to the Ye Clan, the Zhao Clan hated Xia Xingchen even more. After all, in the battle at the central Martial Arts Practice Grounds, the Ye Clan did not die, but the Zhao Clan's heir had died. Zhao Mu had wanted to kill Xia Xinghe a few times already, so right now, Zhao Mu was filled with terror, afraid that Xia Xinghe would act the way he had treated the Fang Clan.

Xia Xinghe coldly glanced at Ye Qingsu and Zhao Mu, but he didn't say anything. In fact, he even closed his eyes for himself.

An oppressive silence enveloped the entire ancestral hall.

Under this oppressive atmosphere, Zhao Mu's and Ye Qingsu's breathing became more and more rapid. Their hearts also became more and more fearful …

Once upon a time, Ye Qingsu and Zhao Mu were the sky of Eastsea City, the peak existences of the pyramid. At that time, in their eyes, Xia Xinghe was like an ant, with just a few casual words, he had weaved a huge net that could hunt Xia Xinghe.

And today, Xia Xinghe had risen to prominence. Not only had he defeated the young experts of Eastsea City, he had also annihilated the various geniuses of the TianChu Martial Academy. Even the long-famous Xue Long had been shattered by Xia Xinghe's single punch.

In this situation, the Ye and Zhao Families could only kneel on the ground and beg for mercy. Moreover, the two families had to worry if Xia Xinghe would let them go …

Seeing Xia Xinghe remain silent for a long time, Ye Qingsu and Zhao Mu became more and more uneasy, more and more frightened. Even the bodies of the two people kneeling on the ground began to involuntarily tremble.

"Young Master Xia, our two families have formed an alliance and launched a crusade against the Wei family. Within an hour, the hundreds of heads of the Wei family will be sent to the Lan Manor." Ye Qingsu's breathing was shallow and his voice was trembling.

"Moreover, after our two families capture all the cultivation resources in the Wei clan, we will also send them to the Lan Province." Zhao Mu pleaded for mercy once again, "In order to obtain Young Master Xia's forgiveness, our two families would also send all the cultivation resources into the Lan Residence. Zhao Mu pleaded for mercy once again," In order to obtain Young Master Xia's forgiveness, our two families would send all the cultivation resources into the Lan Residence.