Miao Xiaomiao let out a soft sound, then suddenly laughed sweetly, a rare occurrence. "You mean those Three Great Sacred Lands that were utterly helpless against the Lord of Evil? I used to hear they were on par with our Phantom Mansion. Now it seems..."

"Do not speak like that!"

Miao Zhan solemnly stopped Miao Xiaomiao, his tone unexpectedly serious. He spoke in a deep voice, "The Three Great Sacred Lands have never been simple. The ultimate power behind them, the Heavenly Sacred Palace, hasn't even exerted itself in this matter! This means that the adversary Jun Moxie has been dealing with is, at best, only the peripheral forces of the Three Sacred Lands. Without accounting for the Heavenly Sacred Palace's strength, the Three Sacred Lands indeed aren't worthy of comparison with our Phantom Mansion! But if the Heavenly Sacred Palace were to intervene, even we in the Phantom Mansion would need to commit all our strength to cope! Let alone that insignificant Lord of Evil?"

"Sixth Elder means... this opening of the Lord of Evil's Manor does not bode well for the future? That current, seemingly glorious ascent is merely a sandcastle, or perhaps just a mere illusion?"

Gao Bu Miao winked mischievously, asking with a charming smile.

"That’s roughly the meaning." "Hmph, so this little girl was trying to wheedle the truth out of this old man."

Miao Zhan smiled helplessly. "Well, there are no outsiders here, so I don't mind speaking plainly. This old man truly doesn't think highly of this newly risen Lord of Evil. If the Lord of Evil merely intended to establish his own faction and slowly develop it for fun, perhaps by not revealing too much ambition or showing overly impressive strength, he might manage to maintain it for a few years. But if he ever displays the intention to challenge the Three Great Sacred Lands for supremacy, or if he damages their fundamental interests, and the Three Sacred Lands find themselves unable to handle it alone, then the Heavenly Sacred Palace will absolutely not stand idly by! At that point, the one who suffers will only be the Evil Sovereign's Manor!"

"Within the Heavenly Sacred Palace, there are at least fifty experts at the Sacred Venerable level! Moreover, quite a few have already broken through the Sacred Venerable ranks! Some have even ascended... to even higher tiers!"

Miao Dao sighed again as he spoke.

"Since the underlying strength of the Three Great Sacred Lands is so immense, and we have what is basically a confirmed ally—then why are you sighing, Dao Grandpa?"

Miao Xiaomiao keenly sensed that when Miao Dao sighed, his gaze had flickered toward her.

Why? Isn't it all for you, Yuan girl!

Miao Dao thought helplessly, but verbally said, "When two tigers fight, one will surely be injured! And now is precisely the delicate juncture of the Heaven-Seizing War. Once both sides formally clash, the entire world will likely descend into chaos! You must know that when these high-level games have lingering aftershocks, they affect the wars of the secular nations across the globe! Then, the common people will once again be plunged into centuries of conflict..."

"Wait, didn't Sixth Elder just say the Heavenly Sacred Palace's power is overwhelmingly strong, enough to secure victory? Does this Lord of Evil truly possess such terrifying strength? Could it be that he actually possesses the power to annihilate the Three Great Sacred Lands?"

Miao Xiaomiao keenly caught this point from Miao Dao's words. Suddenly, a sense of horror washed over her!

Because Miao Dao had just said, 'Once the Lord of Evil shows the intent to challenge the Three Great Sacred Lands for supremacy, or if he damages their fundamental interests, and the Three Great Sacred Lands find themselves unable to handle it alone, then the Heavenly Sacred Palace will intervene!' This sentence clearly indicated that the Three Great Sacred Lands no longer had the confidence to defeat the Lord of Evil on their own; it would require the reclusive masters of the Heavenly Sacred Palace to step forward to suppress the Lord of Evil!

"That is correct!"

Miao Jian nodded heavily. "If the Lord of Evil truly intends that, he can certainly achieve it! But even if he does, he cannot escape the inevitable end of being destroyed by the Heavenly Sacred Palace! As long as war erupts between these two sides, it will be a situation where both perish! There is no room for doubt on this point!"

Miao Xiaomiao's eyes widened in shock, sputtering, "But... weren't the rumors saying that the Lord of Evil... Heavenly Fragrance Jun Moxie, is only in his early twenties? How can he be so formidable at such a young age... How is this possible?"

"To be more precise, the age of the Lord of Evil should only be eighteen and a half! Not yet nineteen!"

The one who said this was Zhan Wufeng, the number two figure of the Zhan family! Seeing the lively discussion over here, he brought his grandson Zhan Yuting over, perfectly catching the end of Miao Xiaomiao's sentence.

"Eighteen and a half..."

Miao Xiaomiao gasped in cold air.

Eighteen and a half... This age is apparently half a year younger than Jun Ye, and naturally half a year younger than myself... But looking at him, then looking at myself... Miao Xiaomiao couldn't help but feel a bit dejected.

But then she immediately raised an eyebrow and thought: Even if your profound skill is peerless in the world, you will never be as omniscient and accomplished in every aspect as my Jun Ye... Moreover, Jun Ye possesses the legendary Ethereal Physique. Surpassing this Lord of Evil in profound skill is only a matter of time. With a little more time, my Jun Ye will definitely make that so-called Lord of Evil unable to lift his head...

Zhan Wufeng said lightly, "This Lord of Evil can be called the foremost genius in this world! Since the Profound Mystery Continent came into being—tens of thousands of years, perhaps—such a genius has never appeared. Even the former First Young Master of the Nine Nether World, whose achievements surpassed all ages and had no predecessors, might not have successors. Because even he, at this age, would not have possessed the strength the current Lord of Evil has now. If this Lord of Evil can survive this immediate crisis, he might become another First Young Master of the Nine Nether World! Perhaps even stronger!"

Having said this, he looked at Miao Xiaomiao and smiled faintly, "Miss Xiaomiao's husband, Young Master Mo Junye of the Ethereal Physique, should also be considered a rare genius in this world. But, it’s not that there’s no appreciation for talent, it’s just that comparisons reveal the truth. Although Mo Junye is exceptional, compared to Jun Moxie, the difference is like heaven and earth! One is like a phoenix soaring in the nine heavens; the other... is like a fledgling chick whose wings haven't fully grown..."

The Zhan family's efforts against Mo Junye of the Ethereal Physique had been a complete failure, almost a total rout! Not only did they lose two promising heirs upon whom the family had placed great hopes, but they also sacrificed a Sacred Venerable master! Although these losses died mysteriously, they were all ultimately caused by Mo Junye! The enmity between the two sides could not be deeper! At this moment, having a rare opportunity for comparative criticism, how could they not take advantage of it? Mo Junye might be immensely talented in the future, but facing a genius millions of times stronger like Jun Moxie, the current Mo Junye is nothing—a mere Gold Profound cultivation, what is that? An ant!

Although Zhan Wufeng knew that belittling Mo Junye in front of Miao Xiaomiao was beneath his status, he couldn't help but speak. His tone was gentle, and a smile was perpetually on his face, but the intent to provoke was already unmistakably clear.

"Who are you calling a phoenix and who a chick? You are the bald chicken!"

Miao Xiaomiao’s delicate face flushed crimson with anger, her voice turning sharp. Cold light flickered in her phoenix eyes as she stared fixedly at this Saint Emperor third-level master of the Zhan family. The sharpness of her gaze made even Zhan Wufeng, a Saint Emperor expert, momentarily hesitant to meet it.

"Little Sister Xiaomiao, who is the phoenix and who is the chick... does that really need to be said out loud?"

Zhan Yuting fanned himself gently and said with a smile, "Justice resides in the hearts of the people. That Jun Moxie is now genuinely famous throughout the world, looking down on all, supremely arrogant! And he built his boundless territory with his own two hands, almost barehanded. Now he is challenging the utmost power on the Profound Mystery Continent, the Three Great Sacred Lands, and even seems to have the upper hand! As for your Mo Junye, even possessing the Ethereal Physique, he is currently only at the Gold Profound level. At most, he has a bit of cleverness and knows some unorthodox tricks, some underhanded methods, perhaps just scrambling to protect himself like a rat crossing the street—is that truly comparable to the phoenix?"

"You!"

Miao Xiaomiao trembled with rage. Suddenly, a thought struck her, and she calmed down, coldly sneering, "Young Master Zhan San is not entirely wrong. Jun Moxie achieving such strength and accomplishments at such a young age is indeed remarkable. To compare him to a phoenix soaring in the nine heavens is understandable. As for my Jun Ye indeed being unfeathered... but, if Jun Ye is the chick... then what does that make the Zhan family, who was utterly defeated and silenced by Jun Ye single-handedly? Are they merely insects crushed under sharp claws?"

Seeing the Zhan uncle and nephew viciously denigrate Mo Junye, Miao Xiaomiao could no longer endure it and launched a full counterattack, unleashing the sharpest words she could muster!

Zhan Yuting paused at this, completely taken aback. He hadn't expected the usually gentle Miao Xiaomiao to deliver such a fierce speech, and with such resolve. His face turned from red to purplish-red, and after a long silence, he stammered, "That was just his good luck! He happened to test the extent of his strengths; otherwise, Mo Junye would have been doomed long ago!"

"Oh? Then I wonder why your Zhan family's luck was so poor? Fortune, destiny itself! Even Heaven does not stand by your Zhan family, so what right do you have to talk of victory or defeat? Phoenix or chick? A frog in a well reading about celestial birds—you truly know nothing of the world!"

After uttering that harsh first line, Miao Xiaomiao let go of all restraint. Her words were like knives, intensely sharp!

Miao Xiaomiao was always gentle and never this cutting. But the Zhan family's merciless insults toward Mo Junye had struck the reverse scale within her heart! Thus, her words were not only unapologetic but equally merciless!

But these few sentences of hers, especially the line, 'Even Heaven does not stand by your Zhan family,' struck the most painful spot in Zhan Wufeng’s heart! Zhan Wufeng recalled the thousands of years of his family’s efforts turning to dust in a single night—wasn't that precisely 'Heaven not standing by the Zhan family'? His eyes flashed with fierce light, his black hair flying wildly!