"Iron Futu, the truth has been uncovered, and the Eight Heavenly Dragons have returned. It is time for us to make our move!" Among the eight men, one with hair standing straight up spoke first. He wore black, but his collar was embroidered with the character "War"—this was Zhan Futu of the Eight Futu.

The collars of the other men were similarly embroidered with a single character. These eight were the Eight Futu dispatched by the Yuan Ling Sect, named for their roles: Iron, War, Mad, Blood, Brave, Stubborn...

"The Elder commanded us to kill everyone connected to Qin Yan. By now, the First Prince of the Southern Cloud Empire, the Qin family, and all those associated with him are likely dead. The only one left with a connection is this Duke of Ye. Although investigations show he killed Qin Yan, no one knows how much he truly knows. We absolutely cannot let this man live!" another Qiang Futu stated.

After several months of investigation, they had thoroughly pieced together the events in Yunjing City that day, and they knew Qin Yan was their target.

"You don't need to elaborate further. The Grand Elder has already issued the order: kill this man at any cost. However, now is not the time to act," Iron Futu waved his hand, stopping his companions.

"When is the time to act?" Blood Futu inquired.

"When they arrive," Iron Futu stated calmly; he was the leader of the Eight Futu.

"Who?" the other seven asked simultaneously.

"Us..." Just then, a low voice sounded. Everyone turned and exclaimed in surprise, "Eight Heavenly Dragons! Didn't you go back?"

"We did go back, but the Elder sent us again. Eight Futu, you claim to be the sect's killing gods. How about we compete today? Let's see who can kill him first!" said the leading man among the newly arrived eight.

"Long Yi, you are destined to lose!" Iron Futu said coldly.

"Is that so? Then let's see how you intend to win against us?" the man called Long Yi chuckled lightly.

"Hmph..." Iron Futu let out a cold snort, while the other Futu members looked astonished. The Eight Heavenly Dragons and the Eight Futu were always separate entities, minding their own business. Even for collective missions, it was rare for the entire Eight Futu to be mobilized. Yet now, the mobilization of both the Eight Futu and the Eight Heavenly Dragons to eliminate a single person—was the Elder overreacting? They were all Martial Saints, after all.

Sixteen Martial Saints—this was an undeniably terrifying force. On the entire Dou Hun Continent, neither the Bai family nor the Xuanyuan family could suddenly muster so many Martial Saints, let alone others. Only the Yuan Ling Sect, the sect that had secretly controlled the continent's structure for millennia, possessed such reserves.

What could sixteen Martial Saints achieve? They could easily destroy a nation.

However, these were all fanatically loyal followers; they would never doubt the Elder's commands. Following Iron Futu's cold snort, sixteen figures swiftly vanished from their positions.

Meanwhile, Ye Jingyu’s wedding procession had already stepped through the city gates. Although a massive Duke's Mansion had been built next to the Imperial Palace, Ye Jingyu stubbornly insisted that, as someone from the south, he must enter to marry Luo Ling'er via the South Gate, proceeding directly to the Imperial Palace entrance.

The moment this wedding procession passed through the city gates, all the common folk of Yunjing, the city guards, and even the fawning military officers displayed looks of extreme shock.

At the very front marched two hundred Silver Snow Demon Leopards, each the size of an ordinary tiger, their entire bodies shimmering silver-white without a single flaw. They trod upon the grand avenues of the Tian Yuan Empire with such elegance and majesty.

These were ferocious fifth-level Desolate Beasts. For an ordinary person, it was difficult enough to hunt one, let alone tame one. Yet here were two hundred appearing at once, so docile and obedient—how could this not stun people?

Riding the back of every Demon Leopard was an elite soldier clad in silver armor. They were all outstanding in bearing, brimming with vigor, and every single one had already reached the Xiantian realm—super masters.

Two hundred Xiantian realm experts... When did Xiantian masters become so cheap?

Following the two hundred Silver Snow Demon Leopards were one hundred Unicorn Dragon Lions, their coats pure white. Their crystal-clear horns appeared utterly untamed, and their tall, mighty bodies exuded absolute dominance.

These were kings among Desolate Beasts, sixth-level creatures. To see even one was rare, yet here were one hundred, all tamed to be so obedient, even their strides perfectly synchronized, as if stamped from the same mold. How much time and skill would it take to train them so uniformly?

Riding on their backs were one hundred elite warriors dressed in white armor. These were fifth-level warriors brought from the Southern Wild Forest, their eyes blazing with sharp light, giving off an aura of supreme power.

Behind these Dragon Lions came two Dragon Lion Kings, each as tall as an elephant—one pure white, the other deep blue. These were super Desolate Beasts bordering on the level of Sacred Beasts.

Standing on their backs were two figures. On the back of the blue Dragon Lion King stood a super warrior, towering over ten feet tall, carrying a massive battle-axe on his back—this was Chi Yixiu. On the back of the white Dragon Lion King was a tall, slender man carrying a longbow—who else but Hu Yanzhi?

Having absorbed the power of Sacred Beast inner cores, both men’s physical power was infinitely close to the Saint level. With just a bit more effort, breaking through to the seventh level would be only a matter of time. After all, cultivating the physical body is different from cultivating martial arts; once the power threshold is met, one only needs the corresponding state of mind. For them, once the physical strength was attained, breaking through to the seventh level would be effortless.

These two figures rode side-by-side, their immense pressure radiating outwards, instantly overwhelming the three hundred preceding beasts and the surrounding onlookers in the city.

Trailing behind them was the focus of this entire wedding—Ye Jingyu.

He was dressed in a bright red groom's robe, his long white hair tied at the nape of his neck, his chiseled face radiating joy.

Beneath him was Ni Bo, entirely black, its massive body suspended in the void, four flaming hooves beneath it, setting off Ye Jingyu like a God of War descending from the Nine Heavens—majestic, dashing, and commanding.

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