The old man's face turned grim. "It seems like you've made up your mind then. I'll have to get my hands dirty then..."
As he spoke, he drew his own sword and took up a battle stance. The clash of two powerful auras filled the air, signaling the beginning of a battle that was to decide the future of the Celestial Palace.
Even though the Great Elder of the Celestial Palace was much older than Ye Han, as he held the Sword, his eyes looked like they were craving a battle.
He had spent most of his life in the Sacred Hall, not leaving at all. The protection of the Formation Core was a responsibility that had been on his shoulders.
However, because he had been in this place all this time, he had grown somewhat disappointed, since he didn't have any opportunities to use his strength. Moreover, for the entire Celestial Palace, he was already considered dead. It was no different for him than being imprisoned here.
