The dragon horns were sharp as swords. Its scales shimmered, wisps of fiery intent drifting out, swirling into patches of mist and clouds. The way the dragon flickered added several more layers of divine aura. Five claws sprouted from its belly, harder than immortal metal, each seeming capable of rending even the fabric of space.

Wu De went pale, awestruck. “Is that the hidden strength of the Fengwu Court?”

Duan Ren swallowed hard. “If she had brought this thing out back then, what chance would we have had?”

Murong Yuan scoffed. “Even without this thing, were you ever a match for her? Using Saint realm power to deal with a group of Half-Step Transcendent cultivators? Are you even worthy?”

The two elders were flushed red. They couldn’t even utter a single word of rebuke. Exchanging a glance, they felt that their lives were a bit bitter.

Decades ago, a mysterious woman arrived in the Northern Domain alongside Zuo Yang and Yu Miao, and together they founded the Fengwu Court. This move aroused suspicion and displeasure from the various families, who all came knocking. All six Half-Step Transcendent experts joined forces except for Murong Yuan. The woman single-handedly defeated them all.

From then on, the woman remained in the Northern Domain. She was a thorn in the sides of the various families, yet they had no way to deal with her and could only grudgingly accept it.

Out of nowhere, the woman left the Fengwu Court ten years ago, her whereabouts unknown. Just as the various families secretly breathed a sigh of relief, celebrating their escape from the nightmare, Luo Wushuang rose to prominence.

Zuo Yang turned to You Fang. “Is the Myriad Transformations Holy Land that impressive? I wouldn’t go even if they invited me! I hope you finally understand what kind of place the Fengwu Court is?”

You Fang was pale, barely suppressing his shock. “Why didn’t you bring this thing out sooner!”

At the very least, he could have avoided letting things get this far!

Zuo Yang frowned slightly. “Which part of ‘life-or-death crisis’ don’t you understand?”

You Fang almost vomited blood. He strongly suspected Zuo Yang was leading him on. Unfortunately, he was the unlucky fish that bit the hook hard, without letting go.

Still, he wasn’t done yet. “I am from the Myriad Transformations Holy Land! Consider the consequences of crossing me carefully—”

The giant dragon let out another clear cry, interrupting him. It swung its long tail, stirring up endless clouds. An extremely scorching heat that carried boundless pressure descended.

Before the dragon even reached him, You Fang was already charred black all over, vomiting large mouthfuls of blood. He would absolutely die at this rate!

The moment Zuo Yang made his move, You Fang realized that his status meant nothing to him. Zuo Yang simply wanted to kill him.

Teetering on the verge of death, You Fang could no longer care about anything else. With a wave of his hand, the carriage’s array of runes instantly lit up. This vehicle was a precious treasure, awarded to him by the holy master for a meritorious deed.

The moment the runes lit up, a terrifying aura emanated from the carriage. It transformed into a streak of light and charged toward the giant dragon. You Fang seized this opportunity to escape, flashing repeatedly.

Suddenly, the dragon’s roar sounded again. The carriage only contained a trace of Saint realm power, how could it be a match for the dragon? Although it consumed part of the dragon’s power, it was immediately torn to shreds. The massive dragon head lifted, fixing its gaze on You Fang once more.

In the throes of despair, You Fang grabbed Wei Fang, who was not far away. “Come here!”

Wei Fang was greatly alarmed. “Holy Emissary, what are you doing?!”

Without answering, You Fang hurled him toward the dragon and then accelerated.

Wei Fang was full of resentment. “You Fang, you—”

The dragon was less than three zhang away from him. An unbearable scorching heat washed over him. Wei Fang began to burn, and his cultivation base flared as if ablaze.

It’s over! Despair filled his heart. However, just as he was resigned to his fate, the heat disappeared. As he opened his eyes, he happened to see Zuo Yang holding the spirit seal, frowning slightly. The dragon was nowhere to be seen. He understood that Zuo Yang had shown mercy.

Hesitating for a moment, Wei Fang cupped his hands. “Thank you.”

Zuo Yang waved his hand. “I told you earlier that I’ll spare you. You spoke a few good words for my junior brother. You’re not a bad person. It’s just a pity that someone like you stoop to serve them.”

Wei Fang wordlessly turned and left. His heart had also grown cold.

Not far away, seeing You Fang escape, Gu Tian instinctively wanted to continue the pursuit. “Kill!”

Zuo Yang stopped him. “Don’t go. We won’t catch up. Moreover, we should use this hidden strength as sparingly as possible. After all, we’re counting on it to protect you before Senior Sister returns!”

Glancing at Gu Han, Gu Tian forcefully suppressed his violent rage. “... Alright.”

After seeing You Fang flee in panic, the hope that had just risen in Meng Xing’s eyes was dashed.

Gu Han glanced at him. “He was right. Whether you die or not really is up to me.”

Knowing he had no hope left, Meng Xing laughed bitterly. “Gu Han, I’ll be watching from below—”

Before he could finish, a three-cun sword light suddenly shot from the sword tip, sinking into his brow. Meng Xing fell to the ground. Until the very end, his eyes still held a trace of unwillingness.

Gu Han flicked his sword, pointing it at Chu Kuang. “Now, it’s your turn!”

Chu Kuang stared fixedly at him. “Chongming didn’t leave you a trump card! You were deceiving me all along!”

He wasn’t stupid. He had seen everything that happened earlier. If Chongming had truly left a trump card, Gu Han definitely wouldn’t have reacted that way.

Gu Han said with a serious expression, “Yeah, isn’t it a bit late to realize that?”

Chu Kuang clenched his fists. If not for the arrival of Zuo Yang and the others, he would have unleashed his trump card to annihilate Gu Han completely.

Unfortunately, there were no ifs, and he had ultimately lost to his arrogance and hesitation. He understood clearly who the Flame Emperor was. Even at his peak back then, he could only feel reverence upon hearing this name, let alone now.

Gu Han slowly advanced toward him. “Now, no one can protect you!”

As if sensing his intent, the sword vibrated lightly, and the sword light reappeared.

Yuan Gang stepped forward, emanating a layer of dark yellow light. “Gu Han, do you really think you have us cornered?”

Without wasting words, Gu Han turned his sword. The Kill Sword slashed down on Yuan Gang.

His plan was simple. Even if it meant consuming the Fengwu Court’s hidden strength, he had to kill Chu Kuang. He knew without doubt that Chu Kuang was far more dangerous than the Yang and Meng families ever were.

As the sword approached, Yuan Gang’s pupils contracted sharply. This is bad!

With Gu Han at fourth-stage Spirit Profound, he could not be taken lightly as before. The perfect dual Supreme Stages erupted completely. Gu Han’s spirit qi was as vast as the sea, far surpassing Yuan Gang’s.

Locked in Gu Han’s killing intent, his movements grew sluggish, making evasion impossible.

Right at that moment, a powerful aura erupted. Space rippled, and a faintly visible giant mouth appeared from within a vortex. A devouring force came crashing down on Gu Han. It was Chu Kuang!

As the crisis arrived, Gu Han cut a bone-deep wound on Yuan Gang’s shoulder, then slashed toward Chu Kuang. In an instant, the sword and the giant mouth collided. A violent force erupted, hurling the two apart.

Gu Han retreated five steps while Chu Kuang retreated seven steps.

Of course, Gu Han had no intention of letting him go. “One more time!”

The sword whistled as his killing intent peaked once more.

Chu Kuang glared at him. “Gu Han, don’t push me!”

He flipped his palm, producing a three-cun-long dagger. A grand and heavy Saint aura shook the whole place. It was a Saint Weapon!