Suddenly, Gu Tian shot into the sky, flying swiftly toward Gu Han. “Kill!”

After sensing that Gu Han was in danger, he had once again gone into a rampage. He was way faster than the spirit beast. In almost the blink of an eye, he landed squarely on it, pinning it firmly to the ground. Silently and soundlessly, demonic qi wrapped around it, continuously devouring its flesh and vital qi.

The spirit beast let out a mournful roar. It gave You Fang a pleading look, as if begging for help.

You Fang instantly rose from his carriage. “Demonic cultivator!”

Before, Gu Tian’s demonic qi was restrained, so he hadn’t paid him any mind. Only now did it trigger his vigilance.

He stared fixedly at Gu Tian. “Release it! Otherwise, I’ll make sure you die without a place for burial—”

However, his words only provoked Gu Tian further. “Kill!”

A large hand instantly descended. Under the savage demonic qi’s envelopment, that spirit beast couldn’t even grunt before exploding into a mist of blood.

You Fang lost it. “How dare you kill my spirit beast?!”

In that instant, his Transcendent realm cultivation erupted completely. An incredibly terrifying aura descended upon the scene, oppressing everyone until they could barely breathe.

Gu Tian’s eyes turned pitch-black, his demonic qi rampaging once more. “How dare you harm my son?!”

In his eyes, never mind the Transcendent realm, even a Saint realm cultivator would not survive if they dared harm a single hair on Gu Han’s head.

At once, he charged at You Fang at once. “Die!”

You Fang’s eyes grew murderous. “Hmph! A petty demonic cultivator, daring to come and seek death?”

He flicked his sleeve, lightly pressing down his palm. A wisp of vast, transcendent aura instantly drifted toward Gu Tian. Initially light as a feather, by the time it landed on Gu Tian, it was as heavy as a mountain.

A series of continuous, loud rumbles sounded. In almost the blink of an eye, they completely suppressed Gu Tian’s form, leaving behind a pit dozens of zhang wide in the ground.

Gu Han was burning with anxiety. “Father!”

Chu Kuang wore a face full of smiles. “What? Your father is about to die, and you still won’t use your trump card? Or... do you not have one at all?”

Gu Han looked at him deeply. “Chu Kuang, I will kill you.”

Chu Kuang snorted, laughing contemptuously. “Sure, if I don’t kill you first!”

In the distance, seeing that Murong Yuan was hesitating, Wu De was so scared his eyelids twitched. “Fellow Daoist Murong, don’t act impulsively!”

Duan Ren pleaded bitterly, “Indeed! The foundation of the Yuqing Sect has been built over so many years! It must not be destroyed by your hand!”

Murong Yuan’s cold laughter echoed. “You’re afraid I’ll implicate you, right?”

The two seemed a little embarrassed, for his words were accurate. Unlike the Yang and Meng families, the Myriad Transformations Holy Land was simply not someone they could afford to offend.

Right at that moment, Gu Tian’s savage voice rang out once more. “Kill!”

Following the voice, a demonic figure shot up into the sky, charging straight at You Fang.

You Fang’s brows creased slightly. “Hmm? You’re not dead?”

Although his palm strike seemed casual, it contained seventy percent of his strength. Never mind the Heavenly Tribulation realm, even a Half-Step Transcendent realm cultivator probably would not withstand it. He simply hadn’t expected Gu Tian to be only seriously injured, and not dead. Moreover, the savagery of his demonic qi actually surpassed before.

You Fang narrowed his eyes slightly. “There is indeed some skill. However, you still must die!”

Without hesitation, he prepared to use his full cultivation to slaughter Gu Tian on the spot.

Gu Han was greatly alarmed. “Father, come back quickly!”

Gu Tian seemed unaware, blinded by carnage and bloodlust. He didn’t consider the difference in strength between them at all, only wanting to tear You Fang to pieces.

At that very moment, Zuo Yang blocked his path. He sighed. “Fellow Daoist Gu, stop. If you keep fighting, you’ll die.”

Gu Tian stopped abruptly, forcibly suppressing the killing intent in his heart, causing him excruciating pain. “Move... aside!”

Zuo Yang said with a serious face, “If you die, Gu Han will be very sad.”

“I want... to kill him!”

Zuo Yang thought for a moment, then nodded. “Alright, leave it to me.”

Gu Han’s heart skipped a beat. “Senior Brother, what are you going to do?!”

Zuo Yang could sense Gu Han’s concern. Did he really think I came here to die?

Gu Han was stunned because he really had thought exactly that.

Zuo Yang waved his large hand, sheathing the boning knife back at his waist. “Junior Brother, I’ll let you see the true foundation of the Fengwu Court today.”

Everyone exchanged glances. Foundation? That shabby place has a foundation?

Wei Fang turned as frigid as winter. “You’re bluffing! That woman hasn’t returned yet!”

Zuo Yang didn’t even glance at him. “Move aside. Seeing as you spoke a couple of good words for Gu Han, I’ll spare your life today.”

You Fang gave Zuo Yang a sidelong glance. “The Fengwu Court? I’ve never heard of it. Who do you think you are? Are you also here to die?”

Zuo Yang smiled. “Shortly, you’ll know what kind of place the Fengwu Court is.”

As he spoke, he flipped his palm over. A palm-sized spirit seal of unknown material, fiery red all over, appeared in his hand. Nine-chi dragons formed a guarding line around the dragon head in the center.

The dragon head’s beard and hair fanned out wildly, carved so vividly it seemed alive. Everyone suddenly sensed an invisible, heavy pressure and an urge to kneel and worship.

Gu Han turned somewhat pale. “Senior Brother, why didn’t you take it out sooner?”

He recognized the Saint realm aura emanating from the spirit seal, which was way stronger than Chu Kuang’s trump card.

Zuo Yang wore a helpless expression. “Senior Sister gave this to me before she left. She said that unless the Fengwu Court faced a life-or-death crisis, I must not take it out, or she would not let me off lightly. Now, the Fengwu Court is almost annihilated, so I can finally take it out.”

By the end, his tone actually carried a trace of excitement. Clearly, he had been feeling stifled for a bit too long.

Gu Han was speechless. The Fengwu Court only had three people. If he and Zuo Yang died here, it wouldn’t be much different from annihilation.

As Zuo Yang activated the seal, a fiery red cloud qi emanated. A quick swirl and twist, and the illusion turned to reality. A flaming red dragon over ten zhang long emerged, complete with beard and claws. Horns crowned its head, while scales armored it all over. Its fiery, crystal-like eyes locked onto You Fang as it let out a crisp cry.

You Fang nearly collapsed from the dragon’s sheer might. He was deathly pale, trembling uncontrollably. At this moment, where was even half the imposing manner of a Transcendent realm cultivator, an emissary of the Holy Land?

Chu Kuang was also full of shock and terror. “No, that’s impossible! The Nine-Chi Coiled Dragon Seal? It’s the Flame Emperor! It’s actually the Flame Emperor’s aura!”