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The seven snow peaks in Maleficents form melted and vaporized.

A star-like shine burst out of Zhang Ruochen’s body. He controlled the power of the Realm-frame of Truth to attack Myriad Glacier illusory formation.

The illusion disappeared, revealing the real scene outside Dracopent Temple.

It was a dark night, icy cold rain was splashing the 384-story bronze stairs. Chaotic ripples of battle were still present.

“Kill!”

Bang Bang

Boom!

…

The sounds of killing, attacking, and Saint Qi colliding intertwined.

Outside Dracopent Temple, Supreme Saints of Yanluo clan stared at Zhang Ruochen as if they wanted to eat him.

How dare he blaspheme the Honorable Yan Zhexian? This was an act of capital crime.

“Zhang Ruochen, I advise you to release Yan Zhexian immediately. Otherwise, the cultivators of Yanluo clan will chase you to the ends of the Earth.” a Supreme-Saint Talisman Master was so angry that his eyes were red.

“Yan Zhexian is the pearl of Yanluo clan. She is sacred and inviolable.”

“Zhang Ruochen, you are the grandson of Wargod Bloodximius. Yet you are not a true man. You can only be regarded as a sinister and despicable scoundrel.”

Even though Supreme Saints of Yanluo clan were furious, none of them dared to attack. They could only curse.

Without the strength of runes and arrays, they were no match for Zhang Ruochen. Who would be able to bear the responsibility if they angered this crazy bandit, making him kill Yan Zhexian?

“Have you said enough? If you’ve done, get out of my way. I don’t want to kill you and get my hand dirtier.” Zhang Ruochen was extremely cold. He grabbed Yan Zhexian’s neck with one hand and held her in his arms.

Wisps of Divine Purification Flame appeared in his other palm.

Whoosh

Moyin’s graceful and attractive body flew out of Spatial Wormhole Mirror above Zhang Ruochen’s head and landed outside Dracopent Temple.

Her hands turned into dozens of thunder fire vines. They quickly spread out and entangled the 21 Supreme-Saint Talisman Masters. The thunder and Divine Purification Flame on the vines instantly refined the 21 Supreme-Saint Talisman Masters until they lost their battle strength.

She dragged the 21 Supreme-Saint Talisman Masters to her side and floated them around her body.

Some vines wrapped around their neck, and waist. Some pierced through their chest.

The 21 Supreme-Saint Talisman Masters were not weak, but they weren’t good at close combat. When they were suddenly attacked by Moyin, they naturally couldn’t defend themselves at all.

Furthermore, Moyin’s current combat strength was even stronger than many Thousand-Koan Realm Supreme Saints.

How could the majority of them, who were still Neverwilt Realm talismans be compared to her?

“They’re all fresh and delicious Supreme Saints. I really want to eat them all.”

Moyin revealed an enchanting smile as she stared at those Supreme-Saint Talisman Masters who were restrained.

“Demon, you’re courting death.”

The remaining Supreme-Saint Talisman Masters joined forces and quickly drew a great talisman.

The dense talisman inscriptions interweaved to form a beast that was hundreds of feet tall. It released cold rays of death. Its aura was overbearing and its gaze was fierce.

“It’s only a matter of time if I want to kill them. You better not force me.” Moyin licked her red lips and smiled.

The dozens Supreme-Saint Talisman Masters of Yanluo clan were suddenly indecisive about their action.

Yan Zhexian did not expect that nearly 200 Supreme Saints led by Xi could not stop Moyin. This Saint Devourer managed to break through five Supreme Saints of Immortal Vampires.

If Yanluo clan’s Supreme Saint had set up a Defensive barrier, this Saint Devourer would not have been able to open Spatial Wormhole Mirror.

Below the bronze stairs.

Lord Bladehell restrained Nine-lives Blood Raven and Xi on his own. He displayed the power of a Hundred-Shackle Realm cultivator at his peak state. Each slash seemed to be able to cut through mountains, rivers, and stars.

Lady Wind knew very well that the gods must be watching this battle. Hence, she did her best to display her true strength as a Destiny Scioness candidate.

Behind her, the Gate of Destiny released a bright light. Every ray of light was a Precept of Destiny that suppressed the cultivation of Yanluo clan’s Supreme Saints.

At the same time, she held a three-foot-long white feather in her hand.

When the feather waved, it stirred up a breeze.

All Yanluo clan’s Supreme Saints who had been hit by the wind were bewitched. Some of their eyes became conflicted, some confused, and some murderous. The wind attacked the Supreme Saints around them.

There were many Supreme Saint cultivators of Yanluo clan, but at this moment, they were attacking each other. It was a mess.

This was why Moyin could open Spatial Wormhole Mirror and meet up with Zhang Ruochen.

The white feather in Lady Wind’s hand was called Destiny Feather. It was a treasure of Destiny. It contained a large number of Destiny Divine Mark.

With her profound attainments in Path of Destiny, the feather could affect a cultivator’s spiritual will. It could even change parts of a cultivator’s memories.

The memories of some lower-level Supreme Saints of Yanluo clan were altered by Lady Wind using Destiny Feather, thinking that they were members of Immortal Vampires.

This was a very terrifying trick from Destiny!

Even if a person’s body was changed, as long as his memories and mental state remained unchanged, he would still be the same person.

However, if a person’s memories and mental state were changed, would he still be the same person?

The power of Destiny was mysterious and could easily change a person. If Lady Wind’s Path of Destiny was even more profound, she could turn a Supreme Saint into a weak ant with a wave of Destiny Feather.

Or, she could turn a small rock into a mountain that was heavier than a hundred stars.

Deva Path of Great Wiccan that Xi cultivated could suppress Lady Wind to a certain extent. Unfortunately, Xi was held back by Lord Bladehell and could only watch as the Supreme Saints of Yanluo clan killed each other.

In the temple.

Swoosh!

The blood-red Sword of Asura flew out from the ancient mirror of Dracopent statues.

The sword flashed.

The sword stabbed into the back of one of the five Supreme Saints in the Great Perfection of Hundred-Shackle Realm that was attacking Que. Following that, Lan Ying’s body rushed out from the sword and dragged the Supreme Saint in the Great Perfection of Hundred-Shackle Realm to the edge of the temple’s gate.

In the next moment, Yan Huangtu chased after him and shouted, “Lan Ying, you can’t escape.”

Lan Ying was indeed extremely weak, but he still had a sinister smile on his face. “Let me leave Yan Luo clan’s home planet. Otherwise, I will destroy his body and soul.”

Que caught the perfect timing and used the sword to force the remaining four Supreme Saints to retreat. He turned into an afterimage and rushed out of the temple gate.

His body turned into an illusion and rushed into the heavily injured High-Saint Array Master’s body. Then, Que merged with his body.

“If you want to kill me, you’ll have to kill this High-Saint Array Master as well.” The High-Saint Array Master spoke, but it was Que’s voice.

Boom

Thunder rumbled in the sky.

A bolt of lightning streaked across the sky.

Yan Huangtu released his spiritual power. He knew the current situation very well.

Although Yanluo clan had lost this battle, they still had a strong will to fight. If they continued fighting, none of the cultivators who had broken into Yanluo clan’s home planet would survive.

Yanluo clan still had a higher chance of winning

Yan Huangtu’s gaze fell on Que and Lan Ying who were both at the end of their rope.

As long as they were killed, it would be much easier to deal with Zhang Ruochen and Immortal Vampires.

However, if this battle continued, they would be forced to fight to the death. It was hard to imagine how serious the losses of Yanluo clan would be.

Yan Huangtu’s eyes were sharp and as cold as an emperor’s, “All the cultivators who died today are heroes of Yanluo clan. I promise to do my best to take care of your clansmen. Your names will be written on the scrolls of Fane of Yama.”

All Yanluo clan cultivators understood that Yan Huangtu had already made his decision.

He could not back down from this battle.

After this battle, there would be no one on Battlefield of Celestial-Hunting who could compete with Yanluo clan.

Whether it was for Emperor Grade Saintwill Pills or the glory of Yanluo clan, Yan Huangtu had to continue the battle.

Yanluo clan cultivators who were restrained by Que, Lan Ying, and Moyin all had a gloomy look in their eyes. They knew that they had been abandoned today.

Yan Zhexian, on the other hand, appeared very calm. He was neither happy nor sad.

“As expected of the cold-blooded Divine Bones of Imperial Path. Good, very good. Today, even if I have to be refined and die here, I will kill a bunch of Supreme Saints of Yanluo clan and bury them with me.” Lan Ying faced the sky and roared. He was about to make his move.

“Stop.”

A deafening voice rang out from Dracopent Temple.

Yan Wushen walked out step by step and stood not far from Yan Huangtu. His gaze was cold and sharp as he said, “Let them go.”

The Supreme Saints of Yanluo clan who thought that they would die for sure regained their spirits and stared at Yan Wushen in unison.

Yan Huangtu said, “We can’t let them go. If we let them go, there will be endless trouble. Today is the best chance to get rid of them.”

Yan Wushen turned around and looked at Yan Huangtu, “The best chance? The Supreme Saints present here are all elites of Yanluo clan that have been around for thousands of years. They are the pillars that will support the future of Yanluo clan. Sacrificing a large number of Yanluo clan’s elite in exchange for victory, what kind of best chance is that?”

“Yanluo clan can not accept today’s humiliation. If they want to win back their reputation, they must make sacrifices,” Yan Huangtu said.

Yan Wushen said, “We should be responsible for today’s humiliation. We should not sacrifice them and let them bear it.”

Yan Huangtu stared at him deeply, his gaze as sharp as a knife.

Yan Wushen shifted his gaze away and his tone became gentler. He said, “Right now, many Supreme Saints of Yanluo clan are seriously injured and their lives are on the line. Our first priority is to save them.

“Battlefield of Celestial-Hunting is not a battle of life and death. We don’t have to fight to the death. Whether it’s for our honor or disgrace, it is not worth sacrificing too much.

“Yanluo clan has been sitting in the top position for too long. Many cultivators think that they are truly supreme. Today’s humiliation can be considered a lesson for all of us. From now on, it is true glory to know shame and courage and regain the glory that we have lost.”

Yanluo clan’s leading figure of this generation had always been Yan Huangtu.

Therefore, everyone followed his lead.

Although Yan Wushen’s age was not much different from Yan Huangtu, he had stayed in Saint King Realm for too long. Yan Wushen was known as a top genius, but his strength was far too inferior.

Moreover, Yan Wushen cultivated alone and rarely interfered with the internal affairs of Yanluo clan most of the time.

It was only until today, when Yan Wushen and Yan Huangtu had a disagreement and fought against each other, that many Yanluo clan cultivators saw the aura of a king on Yan Wushen.

Yanluo clan was no longer one-man in power, but a pair of peerless geniuses.

“Good! This is your decision. If Yanluo clan loses in Battlefield of Celestial-Hunting, you will take full responsibility,” Yan Huangtu said.

“No matter what the outcome of my decision is, I will take full responsibility.”

Yan Wushen’s gaze swept over Que, Lan Ying, Zhang Ruochen, and the others and said, “You can leave now!”

The battle on the bronze stairs stopped.

All Supreme Saints of Yanluo clan retreated.

Que, Lan Ying, Zhang Ruochen, and Moyin all had Supreme Saints of Yanluo clan in their hands. They left Arctic Ice Continent with Lady Wind, Lord Bladehell, Lord Sinluo, and Yue Tinghai. Then they flew out of the atmosphere and Star-Shield Grand Formation of Yanluo clan’s home planet.

Zhang Ruochen went with Immortal Vampires.

He turned to Lady Wind and asked, “Are there any arrangements on Yanluo clan’s home planet?”

“Don’t worry. They’re just a bunch of low-level Yanluo clansmen. I can kill them with a little bit of force,” Lady Wind said with a smile.

They flew thousands of miles in the void space, but Yanluo clan cultivators didn’t chase them.

Moyin still used her vines to entangle the 21 Supreme-Saint Talisman Masters. “Master,” she said with a smile, “Since Yanluo clan cultivators didn’t chase us, why don’t you give them to me as nourishment?”

Zhang Ruochen shook his head, “Forget it! Killing a Supreme Saint of Yanluo clan would not only deduct a lot of points. It would also create an irreconcilable feud. There was no need to do this. Yan Wushen was right. Battlefield of Celestial-Hunting wasn’t a life-and-death battle. The gods wouldn’t care about the lives of these elite Supreme Saints.” Moyin was slightly disappointed. She let go of the 21 Supreme-Saint Talisman Masters.

Zhang Ruochen sealed Yan Zhexian’s spiritual power. He pushed her on her back and sent her to the 21 Supreme-Saint Talisman Masters.

Then he took out the jade-green pen and sniffed it. There was a hint of Yan Zhexian’s body fragrance on it. “This pen will be considered your gift to me. I’ll see you again.”

Zhang Ruochen used Great Dimensional Shift and brought everyone hundreds of miles away.

Yan Zhexian gritted his teeth in anger. He stared at Zhang Ruochen and the others who were running away in the distance and said, “Shameless brat, the next time we meet, I will become stronger. Then, I will definitely chop off your hand and cut off your tongue.”

After grasping the Supreme Saint in the Great Perfection of Hundred-Shackle Realm. Lan Ying swallowed him after flying out of Yanluo clan’s home planet. Then, he merged with Sword of Asura and turned into a streak of blood-red light, and rushed into the six-colored star fog.

His injuries were too severe. He could only recover his combat powers by devouring the Supreme Saint in the Great Perfection of Hundred-Shackle Realm.

Yan Wushen stood above the atmosphere of Yan Luo clan’s home planet and pointed in the direction where Sword of Asura had escaped. He said, “Within ten days, I will definitely go to Asura’s home planet and flatten Fane of Barasingha. From now on, I will kill every cultivator of Fane of Barasingha I see.”

A large number of blood-devouring bugs flew out from the underground of Yan Luo clan’s home planet, sucking countless members of Yan Luo clan into dried corpses.

It was a method left behind by Lady Wind.