The Dragon family members instinctively lined up behind Zhang Yang. These people still stared with wide eyes; clearly, Zhang Yang achieving the Great Perfection realm was entirely beyond their expectations.

While Long Haotian felt a surge of excitement, he was also filled with regret. If he had known Zhang Yang possessed such strength, they would have been constantly flattering him and nurturing their relationship long ago.

The Dragon family currently needed a Great Perfection realm expert the most. It was a pity they had been blind, not realizing a Great Perfection master had been among them for so many days.

Long Haotian understood that regret was useless now. Whether the Dragon family could survive this crisis depended entirely on Zhang Yang.

Fortunately, they had made the most correct decision by continuously working to repair their relationship with Zhang Yang and allowing Long Feng to stay by his side. Without Long Feng’s affection, Zhang Yang might not even have given the Dragon family a second glance.

"Hoo!" Di Wanfang's body moved, transforming into three figures that simultaneously attacked Zhang Yang from three different directions. Di Wanfang immediately utilized his energy clones; he had a combined combat tactic where deploying two energy duplicates significantly boosted his fighting power.

The three Di Wanfangs appeared at once, and a vast pressure rapidly spread outward, causing many people to instinctively retreat a few more steps. Everyone, whether from the Dragon family or the opposing Five Great Powers, watched with wide eyes.

This was a confrontation between Great Perfection masters. Many knew of their existence, but very few had ever witnessed a Great Perfection expert taking action.

Even the Grand Elder of the Li family, who had reached the late Fourth Layer and was currently injured, was unwilling to miss such an opportunity. "Clang—" With a crisp sound, the Cold Spring Sword was drawn.

Two dazzling streaks of white light sliced through the sky, and an even mightier surge of Heaven and Earth energy coalesced upon the sword. The Cold Spring Sword was currently emanating faint white specks, causing the three Di Wanfangs to retreat rapidly.

Di Wanfang didn't know what sword technique Zhang Yang was using, but the soaring sword light and fierce sword intent unleashed by the divine weapon forced him to fall back. He had an intuitive premonition that this single strike could inflict fatal damage upon him.

When people sense danger, their instinctive reaction is to evade. "Great Perfection!

He truly is Great Perfection!" Long Yi suddenly exclaimed, his eyes continuously shining brightly. His gaze was complex now, filled with envy, jealousy, regret, and reluctance.

Furthermore, the dragon form covering his body was gradually shrinking; his life was entering its final moments. "Grand Elder, our Dragon family is saved!

We are saved!" Long Haotian supported Long Yi, his eyes slightly red. In their despair, a new hope had surfaced, and that hope was Zhang Yang.

As long as Zhang Yang was genuinely willing to help them, the Dragon family might yet have a chance to survive this ordeal. They had to remember that the Zhang family didn't just have Zhang Yang as a Great Perfection master; there was an even more senior one who had yet to appear.

He believed that while Zhang Pinglu might stand by and watch the Dragon family be annihilated, he would absolutely never allow Zhang Yang to suffer harm. If Zhang Yang faced trouble, he would surely appear, meaning they would effectively have two Great Perfection masters on their side.

Two versus one—that was an entirely different concept. "Yes, saved.

Haotian, we were wrong before. But thankfully, perhaps we still have a chance to correct our mistakes.

You must seize this opportunity, Haotian. The Dragon family cannot perish..." Long Yi's voice grew fainter, barely audible by the end.

As the last word escaped, his body abruptly went limp, and the dragon form covering him completely vanished. Soon, his body became withered and thin—the aftermath of overdrawing his life force, burning his very essence.

Even a Great Luo Immortal couldn't save him now. "Grand Elder!" Long Haotian held Long Yi's corpse, tears inevitably falling, but he quickly wiped them away, instructing those nearby to respectfully collect Long Yi’s remains.

This was not the time for grief. The Dragon family's crisis had not yet passed; their fate remained uncertain.

At this moment, he had to remain steadfast. Lifting his head, Long Haotian looked toward the center again.

Zhang Yang and Di Wanfang were now the absolute focus. Fortunately, the previous intense battle had cleared away many surrounding structures, making the area open.

Otherwise, if these two Great Perfection masters engaged further, they would inevitably destroy what remained. The two figures darted back and forth.

Zhang Yang had already destroyed Di Wanfang's energy clones, and Di Wanfang did not summon them again, choosing to confront Zhang Yang with his true body. He also possessed a divine weapon in his hand—a fan-shaped artifact of extreme hardness.

However, after colliding with the Cold Spring Sword twice, the fan's ribs were damaged, causing Di Wanfang to hesitate about engaging in further direct clashes. This was not because his divine weapon was inferior to the Cold Spring Sword; the fan was forged using materials from 'Outer Heaven Tungsten Stone,' similar to the Cold Spring Sword, both originating from extraterrestrial matter, ensuring exceptional toughness.

The reason for his caution lay in Zhang Yang utilizing the Heaven-Shattering Sword Art. Under the immense power boost provided by this sword technique, the weapon suffered that outcome.

The two were still locked in combat. Many onlookers could only see faint blurs, unable to discern their movements clearly.

The few individuals on the high platform frowned deeply. Hua Feitian, in particular, felt a distinct sensation—Zhang Yang had improved even further since their last encounter.

This young man was truly terrifying, seeming to progress moment by moment. As they traded blows continuously, Zhang Yang grew more exhilarated with every clash.

Since achieving Great Perfection, his only true combat experience had been the fight against Hua Feitian, where Hua Feitian hadn't used his full strength because he had lost the will to kill upon learning Zhang Yang had reached Great Perfection. This time was different; Di Wanfang, his opponent, desired his death at every moment.

This was a genuine life-and-death battle. While dangerous, such combat best tested one's mettle, allowing Zhang Yang to accumulate richer practical combat experience.

Sword light shot out continuously. In Zhang Yang's hands, the long sword moved like a roaring white dragon.

Di Wanfang opposite him had already employed numerous defensive moves, but currently, he was still only defending. Zhang Yang held the advantage in their exchange.

Di Wanfang, the veteran Great Perfection master of the Demonic Sect, was unexpectedly not Zhang Yang's match. This result deeply surprised the four figures on the high platform.

They had never underestimated Zhang Yang, but they certainly hadn't expected him to already possess strength surpassing that of established Great Perfection masters like themselves. Even if it was just a temporary indication, it was remarkable.

A sense of apprehension began to grow in their hearts. "Good, take this next strike!" Zhang Yang, leaping high in the air, suddenly roared.

He gripped the Cold Spring Sword with both hands, and an even vaster surge of Heaven and Earth energy visibly coalesced rapidly around the sword. This energy was purer, enveloping the Cold Spring Sword in a white mist, obscuring the divine weapon's true form.

The four figures on the high platform abruptly stood up; even their faces now registered astonishment. Di Wanfang, directly facing Zhang Yang, grew even more grim; this move from Zhang Yang completely exceeded his expectations.

"Rise!" Zhang Yang shouted softly, raising the Cold Spring Sword upwards. Energy was continually compressed within it.

The range of the white mist surrounding the sword did not expand, but it turned intensely white, almost solid, no longer seeming ethereal or illusory. The purity of this energy had been compressed even further.

Zhang Yang continuously recited various sword formula incantations in his mind, constantly refining the technique according to its flow. At this moment, he was also under immense physical pressure.

He was executing the second form of the Heaven-Shattering Sword Art. He had not yet mastered the second form of the Heaven-Shattering Sword Art, but this was not his first attempt.

When he was being pursued by Hu Yanfeng, he had attempted it before, but ultimately failed. However, even that failure had shocked Hu Yanfeng immensely, compelling him to resolve to hunt Zhang Yang down relentlessly.

At that time, Zhang Yang was merely at the initial stage of the Fourth Layer, had not comprehended the Way of Nature, nor possessed the various abilities of the Great Perfection realm. Now, being at the mid-Fourth Layer and possessing the strength of Great Perfection, his execution of this technique was far more proficient and substantially more powerful than the last time.

Simultaneously, the probability of success had significantly increased. "Not good, retreat quickly!" Long Haotian's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly commanded those beside him.

The surrounding Dragon family members swiftly retreated backward. The opposing Five Great Powers did the same.

Except for the four figures on the high platform, everyone else was instructed to flee to a distance. The two previously locked in mortal combat now sprinted in opposite directions—it was a race to see who could flee faster.

Di Wanfang’s expression turned extremely grave; a bead of sweat subtly formed on his brow. His heart hammered rapidly.

His body remained still; he had no intention of running. He had a distinct feeling that this divine sword in front of him had completely locked onto him; escape was impossible.

If he dared to move, the sword's most ferocious strike would immediately descend upon him. That moment of turning to flee would be when his defense was weakest, and being struck by such a fierce blow then would surely spell disaster.

He dared not take that risk. "That disturbance last time—was it him?" Hua Feitian suddenly blurted out, the shock on his face intensifying.

He had sensed energy fluctuations from a distant location previously and knew immediately that a powerful individual had acted, someone at least stronger than himself. But at that time, he only felt the general direction, not the precise location.

The Great Perfection master of the Li family, Li Jianyi, nodded solemnly, his expression deepening with gravity. He had felt the event from last time too but hadn't known who caused it.

Now, Zhang Yang's energy fluctuation was no less potent than that previous instance, instinctively leading them to suspect Zhang Yang. The Great Perfection masters from the Zhou family and Wudang also stared with wide, disbelieving eyes.

They had all placed themselves in Zhang Yang’s position, wondering how they would feel under his sword. Merely by sensing this terrifying aura of energy, they understood that if they were subjected to it, they would likely be in a state of panic too.

Such a powerful attack completely surpassed their capacity to endure. An attack of this magnitude had the definitive potential to kill them.