With a single punch, the fierce force tore through the void, instantly slamming into Fang Zhentian’s chest, caving it in completely.

His recovery rate was astonishingly fast, yet it still couldn't keep pace with Ye Jingyu's relentless destruction. At this moment, he was so stunned by the onslaught that he forgot to evade, merely grabbing elixirs and stuffing them into his mouth—one after another.

Ye Jingyu pointed a finger again, releasing a streak of golden light that pierced straight through Fang Zhentian’s shoulder—it was the Jingtian Finger.

This was immediately followed by a barrage of ultimate techniques—the War Soul Divine Fist, Star Burst, the Lingxi Sword Finger—unsparingly raining down upon Fang Zhentian. If not for the sheer quantity of life-reviving pills he possessed, his body would have been reduced to dust by Ye Jingyu long ago. Even so, Fang Zhentian was battered beyond recognition; his robes were shredded, hundreds of wounds, large and small, pockmarked his body. Many areas were deeply indented, while others appeared violently twisted, as if forcibly warped.

He no longer resembled a man; he looked more like a soft-bodied creature stripped of its spine.

Ye Jingyu himself was gasping, breathless. The continuous assault had drained nearly all his strength, yet an inexplicable sense of satisfaction washed over him. This man, who had murdered his most beloved Master, was finally paying the price for that malice.

The others present could only stare, mouths agape. They were stunned by Ye Jingyu’s terrifying power. His cultivation level was clearly lower than Fang Zhentian’s, yet Fang Zhentian hadn't managed to mount any meaningful resistance.

That tempestuous offensive, those dizzying arrays of techniques—it was an eye-opener for everyone watching.

Even Qin Yuting, who had narrowly survived outside the grand formation, was awestruck by the savagery of Ye Jingyu’s attack. Though she couldn't perceive the speed of his movements, seeing the twitching ruin that was Fang Zhentian confirmed the immense strength Ye Jingyu now wielded.

He was so powerful now; even her own father couldn't harm him, could he? If that was the case, what purpose did staying here serve?

Just as Qin Yuting prepared to slip away unnoticed, and Ye Jingyu raised his hand to summon the Fantian Seal to deliver the final blow, Feng Yan, who had remained motionless until now, finally moved.

He moved not with a burst, but like a wisp of pure breeze, instantly materializing beside Fang Zhentian. His speed surpassed even the reaction time of Han Ba and Zhu Rong.

“Go…” Feng Yan hooked an arm around Fang Zhentian and soared into the air.

He understood: his fate was inextricably linked to Fang Zhentian's; without him, he stood no chance against Ye Jingyu and the others. Thus, he had to save Fang Zhentian. At the very least, he could not die before this defensive formation was broken.

“Want to leave? Not so easily!” Seeing Feng Yan slip past Zhu Rong’s lock-on to reach Fang Zhentian, Ye Jingyu was slightly startled—though only for a fleeting moment. He flipped his hand, and the Fantian Seal materialized, smashing directly toward the pair.

Liang Xiaoke’s mind stirred, commanding the Zhu Xian Sword to lash out at Feng Yan. He knew the depths of Ye Jingyu’s hatred for these two; escape could not be permitted.

In an instant, the Fantian Seal swelled to the size of a small mountain, its power fueled by the four primordial forces—Earth, Water, Wind, and Fire—intertwined with the power of lightning, bearing down with world-shattering pressure onto Fang Zhentian and Feng Yan.

Sensing the sheer might of the Fantian Seal, even the Patriarchs watching from beyond the perimeter paled. They recognized that aura; it was the power of a treasure capable of pulverizing them into dust.

Feng Yan had just pulled Fang Zhentian aloft and was essentially charging directly into the path of the seal. Evasion seemed impossible. As the Fantian Seal descended to crush them, Feng Yan suddenly produced a staff—a staff radiating seven colors of dazzling light.

He swept it directly toward the descending Fantian Seal.

With a whoosh, the seven-colored light erupted skyward, effortlessly brushing the immensely powerful Fantian Seal aside, bringing it close to Feng Yan’s side.

Ye Jingyu instantly felt the connection to his treasure severed, his face changing drastically.

At that very moment, the Zhu Xian Sword arrived before Feng Yan. Feng Yan merely used the staff in his hand to sweep again, directly parrying the incoming blade.

Everyone present gasped in shock. What kind of artifact was this? How could it possess such terrifying power? It brushed away the Fantian Seal as if it were nothing? Could it be…?

Could it be…?

“Jingyu, stop him! Damn it, that’s the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree! What the hell, how does such a monstrous artifact end up in his hands?” Ye Jingyu and Liang Xiaoke reacted almost simultaneously, with Liang Xiaoke erupting into a string of curses.

The Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree, the artifact used by Saint Zhunti to achieve enlightenment, was rumored to be capable of brushing away all things—any magical treasure struck by it would instantly lose its power.

Who was Saint Zhunti? He was a Sage whose fame rivaled that of the Three Pure Ones.

Of course, his most famous association in the Three Realms wasn't his status, but rather the monkey he accepted as a disciple—a monkey that once threw the Heavenly Court into chaos.

Ye Jingyu charged forward instantly. Even exhausted as he was, he absolutely could not allow Feng Yan to escape. Putting aside the heaven-defying power of the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree, he couldn't let his own Fantian Seal fall into enemy hands; it was a treasure he had painstakingly refined, a true Primeval Strange Treasure whose real power was only now being unleashed!

Liang Xiaoke charged out at the same moment, accompanied by his two clones. The monk clone, in particular, had eyes blazing with avarice upon seeing the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree, drool streaming down his face as if his main body had spotted the most beautiful woman alive.

The Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree! With such an artifact, what would he have to fear?

“Brother Fang, aren't you going to break the formation now?” Seeing Ye Jingyu and the others charging toward him, Feng Yan, who was still holding Fang Zhentian, roared.

Fang Zhentian, who had been on the verge of unconsciousness, heard the command, and his eyes instantly turned blood-red.

“Heavenly Blood Burst!” A faint sound escaped his lips, followed by the emission of an incredibly strong ripple. The puppets previously held back by Xue Hai Wuya and the others suddenly surged forward toward the Twelve Heavenly Witches Extermination Formation like bulls gone mad after ingesting an aphrodisiac.

Crimson light emanated from their bodies, their internal power swelling rapidly, radiating a manic, violent aura.

Xue Hai Wuya’s expression shifted dramatically. He cried out in alarm, “Retreat quickly! They are going to self-detonate? That lunatic Fang Zhentian, doesn’t he care if the entire Ancient Hua Continent is destroyed?” While shouting, Xue Hai Wuya raised his blood-red sword and fled into the distance. The other Family Patriarchs also turned ashen-faced and wheeled around to escape.

Fang Zhuguo, fully aware of the destructive power unleashed by exploding puppets, quickly took out the Illusion Extinction Life Mirror, shrouded himself and Xue Ming within it, and bolted away.

As for those who had narrowly survived, including Qin Yuting, they simply watched the spectacle unfold in stunned silence.