But now, Ye Luo actually caught his short sword!

Even though Ye Luo is already at the Spirit Martial Realm, defeating this person is not difficult at all. However, to hold this person’s short sword like this is still too shocking!

Suddenly, that man directly discarded his short sword, repeatedly retreating, and looked at Ye Luo in panic.

In just a short exchange, he had realized that in front of Ye Luo, he didn’t even have the strength of a single strike!

His explosive signature attack was not even worth a glance, just casually pinched by two fingers.

This is not a suppression of strength; it’s blatant disregard!

What on earth is his cultivation level!

Suddenly, a white light appeared, it was the Holy Envoy arriving among the people.

However, even the Holy Envoy looked at Ye Luo with a heavy gaze, without saying a word.

It’s not that he didn’t want to speak, but he dared not.

He, a half-step Spirit Martial, had seen countless strong individuals, and with his special status in the Sacred Temple, his experiences were naturally outstanding.

But, to be able to easily resolve such a fierce attack, what on earth is this guy’s origin?

The entire hall was silent, everyone’s eyes focused on Ye Luo.

And no one dared to speak at this moment.

These glances made Ye Luo feel a bit embarrassed.

In Ye Luo’s heart, he felt he was at fault, and now it seemed like he was bullying people again.

Honestly, Ye Luo had no intention of bullying by force.

"Um, sorry, I didn’t mean it, here, your sword back!"

Ye Luo smiled slightly, then took a step forward, ready to return the short sword to the person.

But who knew, this step from Ye Luo scared everyone in front to retreat several steps!

Damn, Ye Luo really had no intention of bullying anyone.

"Um, you guys don’t need to be afraid, I have no ill intentions!"

However, when Ye Luo said this, he felt a slight sense of awkwardness.

...

"You, who on earth are you?"

The Holy Envoy, despite his unusual status, gathered the courage to ask Ye Luo.

To have scared the Holy Envoy like this, it was unclear whether the Holy Envoy was too timid or Ye Luo’s displayed strength was overwhelmingly powerful!

"I am the Third Prince of the Da Yue Empire, Ye Luo! Did Holy Envoy not personally escort me here, why ask such a question."

"The Third Prince of the Da Yue Empire? Impossible, your strength has already surpassed the limits of the Ninth Region, it is impossible for you to be the Third Prince of the Da Yue Empire!"

The Holy Envoy was a bit agitated, but he dared not make any rash moves, just stared at Ye Luo.

Ye Luo felt somewhat helpless, the misunderstanding seemed to be quite significant!

Ye Luo looked at those people and gave a helpless, wry smile.

"Alright, I admit, I am at the Spirit Martial Realm, and a Second Rank Spirit Martial, is this acceptable now!"

Ye Luo had to reveal his strength; at least a Second Rank Spirit Martial Realm was enough that people wouldn’t see Ye Luo as a monster, nor would they continue being so afraid of him.

Second Rank Spirit Martial Realm!

The Holy Envoy’s eyes widened. He had never thought that in the small Da Yue Empire, such a strong existence could be present? But now, he had to believe it!

Recalling how he hadn’t been too friendly to the prince in Da Yue before, the Holy Envoy was even secretly afraid.

With Second Rank Spirit Martial cultivation, it wouldn’t take any effort to kill someone like him, a mere half-step Spirit Martial.

Looking at the strange expressions of the people in front of him.

Ye Luo shook his head helplessly, forget it, too lazy to explain.

Ye Luo turned around and walked towards the back, because he knew, if he stayed here, these people would just stay away from him in fear.

What the hell is this?

It wasn’t until he walked far away that Ye Luo began to carefully think about the previous scene.

Unfortunately, Ye Luo couldn’t capture the kind of feeling he had just felt.

Sometimes it’s like this, often when you unintentionally act, it results in unimaginable outcomes and power. But when you intentionally recall, trying to regain that feeling, it’s impossible.

Ye Luo couldn’t even recall that feeling before because it was originally an unintentional act by him.

Ye Luo felt a bit disheartened, his expression wasn’t pleasant, after all, if he could truly grasp that feeling, he might have mastered a remarkable killer move.

However, Ye Luo was not discouraged.

After all, although Ye Luo couldn’t find that divine moment from the past, what he realized won’t be forgotten.

The divine stroke merely proved that the insight Ye Luo gained from the Great Dao without shape was real and usable; therefore, Ye Luo could confidently believe that sooner or later he would find what he wanted from this formless Great Dao, uncover the path he desired!

Half a year was fairly trying for Ye Luo.

Because ever since that single strike from Ye Luo, everyone on the Hundred Treasures Spirit Boat, from the Holy Envoy to his entourage, feared him to the extreme; even if Ye Luo went out, no one dared to talk to him actively, they would rather avoid him wherever he went!

Fortunately, during the past six months, Ye Luo continued to contemplate those four short words, so it wasn’t exactly boring.

Finally, the Hundred Treasures Spirit Boat reached its destination.

When the Holy Envoy informed everyone the place was reached.

No one dared to step forward, all gathered at the door, waiting for Ye Luo to appear, because no matter where, the strong hold the privilege that the strong deserve.

Even though getting off the boat was a minor matter, being the first to step down had a different significance.

Besides, even the Holy Envoy waited cautiously for Ye Luo, let alone others!

Ye Luo knew that there was no point in trying to clear up the misunderstanding, so he didn’t bother to explain further and was the first to walk out.

When Ye Luo arrived outside, he realized that this time coming to the Sacred Temple was not just for those on his boat.

There were as many as a dozen ships.

Clearly, they had brought quite a few people over separately.

This Sacred Temple sure knew how to play; using a Saintess’s marriage to summon so many people.

Ye Luo didn’t know what they were planning, but one thing was certain, this matter might not be simple.

Moreover, what surprised Ye Luo the most was that those who came were not only from the Ninth Region.

Clearly, with half a year’s flight, they obviously weren’t still in the Ninth Region, in fact, they had arrived at the Sacred Temple of the Eighth Region.

This meant that this time, the people invited by the Sacred Temple included those from both the Eighth and Ninth Regions!