**Boom! Boom! Boom!!!**
The entire land trembled, as though a giant deity was roaring between heaven and earth, shaking the entire imperial city.
Fortunately, the imperial city had protective formations, and as the formation runes flickered, this overwhelming force was blocked outside.
Inside the imperial palace, Ruan Wenxiong and the others sat upright, their faces as solemn as iron.
Each of them knew that at this moment, Ruan Chaohan was battling the emperor from the Xia Kingdom. This battle would decide their fate and even the future of the entire Quyu Kingdom.
But even so, they didn't have the courage to look outside, even for a moment.
They were afraid, afraid to witness the moment when Ruan Chaohan would be defeated, afraid that the cup of fine wine placed on the table, still warm, would become Ruan Chaohan's final regret.
Everyone was eagerly waiting for the next moment when the emperor's guard would descend like a deity, lift the cup boldly, drink it all in one go, and announce the arrival of victory.
However, imagination was beautiful, but reality was cruel.
"Ancestor, save me!!!"
Ruan Chaohan's cry echoed like thunder, instantly shattering all their fantasies.
Ruan Wenxiong and the others trembled all over, their faces turning as pale as paper, as though all their strength had been drained. They closed their eyes tightly, unwilling to look, unwilling to think, their hearts filled only with endless despair.
He lost, Ruan Chaohan really lost!
And he lost so quickly! The cup of wine on the table wasn't even cold yet!
So why act tough... Why not just have the ancestor come out from the beginning!
But even though Ruan Chaohan had lost, he had cried out the feelings of the entire royal family of Quyu. The ancestor... as long as he took action, there might still be a chance!
Ruan Wenxiong and the others had originally prepared to rise and open the palace doors to welcome the emperor from the Xia Kingdom, but Ruan Chaohan's cry made a glimmer of hope rise in their hearts once again:
Let's not give up just yet; wait until their ancestor arrives!
...
In the deep pit, the once invincible Ruan Chaohan's pupils reflected the image of a white-robed figure, filled with fear.
He used the Five Qi Revolving Palm, but before his opponent, his palm power was like paper, shattering with a single touch!
He had trained for three thousand years since he was young, but his first battle after coming out of seclusion ended in a quick defeat, and he was even beaten by the same technique used by the enemy. It was a humiliation to the extreme!
His opponent's stats were frighteningly high!
If he had known this, he should have listened to Ruan Wenxiong and used diplomacy before fighting...
The world outside the valley was so terrifying... Wuwuwu, I really want to go home...
But now, it was too late to think about these things. He was probably going to die here.
However, the emperor from the Xia Kingdom's fatal blow had not yet fallen. Instead, the indifferent voice of his opponent rang in Ruan Chaohan's ears again, tinged with mockery:
"Keep shouting?"
The chill in the voice was enough to make Ruan Chaohan shudder, and he quickly shook his head: "I won't shout, I won't shout..."
"I told you to keep shouting!" Fang Yuan's tone grew heavier.
Ruan Chaohan was terrified, his soul nearly flying out of his body, and he shook his head like a rattle drum: "Senior, I really won't dare, really won't dare..."
Fang Yuan sighed: "I'm not being sarcastic, nor mocking you. I'm just asking you to continue calling for your ancestor."
Has Ruan Chaohan's brain been broken? Why couldn't he understand human words?
The ancestor Ruan Chaohan mentioned was undoubtedly the legendary Ruan Tianhe, who had already become a **Martial Sage**.
Fang Yuan naturally wanted to meet such a big shot.
If Ruan Chaohan could summon him, it would save him the trouble of looking for him.
Ruan Chaohan froze for a moment, then realized that Fang Yuan was forcing him to call for help!
It seemed that Fang Yuan was completely unafraid of the so-called ancestor, and even seemed eager for the Martial Sage to appear in person!
Could someone be this confident?!
But before he could think further, Fang Yuan's low shout rang out again: "Why are you still dazed? Am I giving you face? Keep shouting!"
Before the words even finished, Fang Yuan's fist came crashing down!
Boom!!!
Ruan Chaohan's bones shattered, and his red pupils went blank. He instinctively screamed in pain: "Ancestor, save me!"
"Louder, I can't hear you!"
With Fang Yuan's words, another whip-like kick struck, sending Ruan Chaohan deep into the pit, his body covered in cracks, like a porcelain doll ready to shatter at any moment.
Although his breath was growing weaker, Ruan Chaohan's voice grew louder. His strong survival instinct unlocked his half-step Martial Sage potential!
Sadly, this potential wasn't used to fight to the death; instead, he poured it all into his cry for help:
"Ancestor, save me!!!"
"Such a small voice and you still want to survive? Do it again!"
"Ancestor, save me!!!"
Ruan Chaohan's voice became almost hoarse, his Dao heart on the verge of collapsing.
For someone like him, a genius, this was undoubtedly an unprecedented humiliation.
With several cries for help, the sound waves spread so fiercely that they pushed the clouds in the sky back by several miles. The commoners below the Quyu Kingdom were knocked over in droves by the terrifying sound waves, wailing in pain.
However, the world remained eerily silent, and Ruan Tianhe still did not appear.
"It seems that you aren't worth much in your ancestor's eyes," Fang Yuan shook his head slightly, his tone filled with sarcasm, "Perhaps killing you and getting someone else to call for help will be more effective."
"No, senior, it's not like that..." Ruan Chaohan trembled all over, hurriedly explaining, "For these thousands of years, only I have been by my ancestor's side. The other people of Quyu have no connection to him."
"If it weren't for the fact that we're both his descendants, my ancestor wouldn't even let me come out to help... So using someone else to threaten my ancestor will have no effect."
"Oh?" Fang Yuan raised an eyebrow, his tone indifferent, "Sounds like your ancestor really values you. But if that's the case, why is he unmoved by your cry for help?"
"Uh..." Ruan Chaohan's face showed a hint of awkwardness, and he spoke in a low voice, "Maybe... maybe my ancestor is... crazy again."
"Crazy again?"
"Yes." Ruan Chaohan answered, "For these thousands of years, my ancestor has been in a state of alternating madness and clarity."
"He has this problem too…"
Fang Yuan furrowed his brow, not expecting that this ancestor of the Ruan family might actually be senile.
"Has Ruan Tianhe become a Martial Sage?" Fang Yuan asked another question.
"Yes..." Ruan Chaohan lowered his gaze and answered, "My ancestor is a genuine Martial Sage."
Fang Yuan squinted his eyes. The information was true—there really was a Martial Sage in this world!
But why would a Martial Sage be a madman?