Amidst a sharp shout, three figures shot forward like meteors, their speed astonishing.

In an instant, they were hovering above the ravaged and desolate forest. "Elder Yan San, since your Dan Xian Sect failed to capture him, it's only right that we take over."

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The three figures flashed rapidly, encircling Nie Kong before he could retreat.

A vast and dense Water Divine Power enveloped them. As soon as they landed, the area within a thousand meters seemed to transform into a surging, turbulent ocean.

"The Sea Clan!"

The words instantly flashed through Nie Kong's mind.

These three Sea Clan members were incredibly powerful. The handsome man directly opposite Nie Kong had an aura almost equal to Yan He’s, suggesting he was also an Eighth-Grade Spirit God.

The two elders flanking him were comparable to Yi Xing, likely both Seventh-Grade Spirit Gods.

One Eighth-Grade Spirit God and two Seventh-Grade Spirit Gods...

Nie Kong had a premonition that these three Sea Clan Spirit Gods must have used methods similar to the Dan Xian Sect’s, tracking his whereabouts and rushing to Pan Yuan City.

"Be my guest!"

Yan He slightly lifted his eyelids, revealing a look of schadenfreude in his eyes.

In the Divine Sky Realm, the Sea Clan and the land-dwelling Human Race were mortal enemies. In the Supreme Spirit Realm, however, they were allies, and the Sea Clan Spirit Gods had contributed greatly to the war ten thousand years ago.

Even so, the relationship between the two sides was far from harmonious, with minor friction occurring frequently.

Now that the Sea Clan had suddenly intervened here, Yan He naturally wouldn't inform them that Nie Kong likely had the great deity, the Seven-Colored Supreme Being, backing him.

If the Sea Clan managed to offend the Seven-Colored Supreme Being, the Dan Xian Sect would happily watch the show unfold.

Even if these three discovered the secret of that leaf, it wouldn't matter. The expressions on their faces at that time would surely be priceless, providing Yan He with relief for the frustration bubbling in his chest.

Seeing Yan He’s strange expression, the handsome young man looked slightly puzzled.

However, he didn't dwell on it. His gaze swiftly swept past Yan He and his group, locking onto Nie Kong’s face, and his brow immediately furrowed: "Nie Kong, you are only a Sixth-Grade Spirit God."

Nie Kong replied with a beaming smile, "Thanks to the Sea Clan's generous gifts."

"Sharp-tongued!"

The handsome man’s expression darkened, and he sneered, "It shows some skill that a mere Sixth-Grade Spirit God like you could leave Elder Yan San and the others helpless. But now that the three of us are here, your luck ends here. Hai Ye, Yu Feng, capture him for me immediately."

"Yes!"

The two elders named Hai Ye and Yu Feng waved their right hands without hesitation.

The void only rippled slightly, and the fingers of their right hands transformed into giant snakes—crystal-skinned and fearsomely shaped—whose mouths opened to tear at Nie Kong.

Instantly, ten giant snakes collided with the seven-colored brilliance emanating from Nie Kong’s body.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Dense sounds of impact rose and fell ceaselessly. The giant snakes shattered violently, vanishing into the void, yet Nie Kong and the aura surrounding him remained completely unmoved.

Hai Ye and Yu Feng were instantly stunned.

The handsome young man also showed astonishment, his smile freezing at the corner of his mouth. He scrutinized Nie Kong with suspicion, his gaze finally resting on the exquisite, translucent leaf.

"It seems you don't have the ability to take me down either. Excuse me, but I won't waste any more time with you."

Nie Kong sneered, darting past Hai Ye and Yu Feng. He had lost all interest in lingering here. Just now, a rather serious issue had occurred to him: if the Sea Clan could track him all the way to Pan Yuan City, the Grand Primordial Celestial Mansion might be right behind them.

If that happened, he would face an even more perilous situation.

If he didn't escape quickly, he might truly find himself in a predicament with no way out.

"A mere leaf dares to make you so arrogant?" The young man roared. A deep azure light suddenly flashed from his slender frame—it was a Blue Octopus Dharma Idol, its thick tentacles wildly flailing as they shot toward Nie Kong’s back.

Hiss! Hiss...

The octopus tentacles pierced through the void repeatedly, striking the seven-colored halo behind Nie Kong, but Nie Kong behaved as if untouched; the attack had no effect.

"Hmm?"

Incredulity bloomed in the young man's eyes. He pursued Nie Kong, and the enormous Octopus Dharma Idol instantly materialized in the void above Nie Kong’s head. Its tentacles thrashed even more violently, sending wave after wave of blue light tearing through the void, battering the layer of seven-colored radiance surrounding Nie Kong.

A moment later, Hai Ye and Yu Feng joined the assault.

Screech! Screech! Screech!

Piercing, harsh cries rose in succession. The Water Divine Power unleashed by the three Dharma Idols enveloped a hundred-meter space, and where it swept, violent storms raged, grinding the surrounding grass, trees, sand, and stones into fine powder.

Nie Kong, at the center of the storm, was almost completely obscured by the azure energy. However, no matter how fierce the external assault, he remained completely unharmed within the seven-colored radiance.

"Elder Hai Ying, put in more effort..."

Since Yan He and his group had decided to watch the show, they naturally followed along. Watching for a while, they actually felt considerably cheered up, and loudly encouraged the young man.

"Yan He, shut up!"

Hai Ying roared back in shame and anger.

By this time, his handsome face had twisted into a grimace, his complexion alternately pale and red. He had previously mocked Yan He’s group for being useless and unable to take down a mere Sixth-Grade Spirit God, but now, less than a minute later, the same thing was happening to them.

Seeing Hai Ying enraged, Yan He was completely unconcerned and instead burst into loud laughter.

Old bastard!

Hai Ying cursed viciously under his breath, his inner gloom deepening. What exactly was that leaf that it could be so miraculous that the full power of one Eighth-Grade Spirit God and two Seventh-Grade Spirit Gods couldn't even scratch it? No wonder Yan He’s group couldn't capture Nie Kong!

"Elder,"

Just then, Hai Ye seemed to recall something, abruptly halting his attack. A look of shock crossed his aged face, and he instantly moved to Hai Ying’s side. "Could this leaf be related to the Seven-Colored Supreme Being?" When Hai Ye uttered the four words, "Seven-Colored Supreme Being," his tone unconsciously softened considerably.

"The Seven-Colored Supreme Being? How is that possible?"

Hai Ying scoffed, but immediately felt a sharp jolt in his heart.

Before, he hadn't connected the leaf radiating seven-colored brilliance with the Seven-Colored Supreme Being. That deity had become an unrivaled powerhouse five thousand years ago; how could a newly ascended Spirit God like Nie Kong be connected to him? But now, prompted by Hai Ye, he suddenly remembered the scene he witnessed upon arrival.

From the circumstances then, Yan He’s group seemed ready to let Nie Kong leave...

Thinking of Yan He’s strange expressions again, Hai Ying was startled. His cheeks twitched slightly. Could it be that Yan He’s group had already realized this possibility and thus intended to spare Nie Kong?