What seemed like an age was, in truth, merely a few breaths between masters. Even before the full destructive force of the self-detonating puppets had fully dissipated, the ground already bore a massive crater spanning dozens of kilometers, within which nothing remained.

Ye Jingyu’s body slowly straightened from the void. His eyes, streaked with blood and tears, fixed upon Feng Yan, who was surrounded by the others. His score with Fang Zhentian was settled; now, it was time to settle accounts with Feng Yan.

Feng Yan was momentarily stunned. Although Fang Zhentian had suffered grievous injury due to carelessness, he was, after all, the head of the Fang family, the Alliance Master of the Asia Alliance. He had attained that position through the Fang Tian Pagoda, and only he knew how much benefit he had reaped over the years—at the very least, his swift rise in power compared to the others attested to that. Yet, such a figure had been slain by a single strike, his soul utterly annihilated. This… this was simply unbelievable.

Watching Ye Jingyu, his white hair whipping about, Feng Yan’s expression shifted violently. Was his old life also destined to end here?

At this moment, Zhu Rong, Liang Xiaoke, Xiyang, and the Hanba, who had already manifested her true form, even Fang Zhuguo holding the Illusionary Extinction Life Mirror, all appeared in the sky. Blood Nether, however, retreated far away; his cultivation was not high, and he possessed no protective treasures, so he dared not linger. Had it not been for Fang Zhuguo just now, he might have been reduced to ashes by those puppet explosions.

“Do you truly intend to leave me for dead?” Feng Yan lifted his head, gazing at Ye Jingyu, and spoke faintly.

Ye Jingyu remained silent, staring intently at Feng Yan but making no move to strike immediately. He possessed the Seven Treasures Tree, and his Heaven Overturning Seal was still in his hand. Victory would not be difficult, but stopping Feng Yan would prove troublesome unless he had the Eastern Emperor Bell. Currently, the clash between the Eastern Emperor Bell and the Immortal Slaying Sword was nearing its end. Once that was resolved, he could focus the Eastern Emperor Bell and the Immortal Slaying Sword on Feng Yan, greatly increasing his chances.

Seeing Ye Jingyu remain silent and not attack at once, Feng Yan seemed to grasp something, a wry smile spreading across his face. “So that’s how it is!” The moment the words left his mouth, his body transformed into a streak of clear light, rocketing toward the heavens.

“With this Venerable One present, do you imagine you can simply leave?” Seeing Feng Yan attempt escape, Zhu Rong snorted coldly. He suddenly thrust his great hand forward and brought it down lightly. Instantly, everyone witnessed a colossal, fiery red palm manifesting in the sky, like half the heavens itself, slamming down towards that single streak of light.

With a resounding smack, Feng Yan was blasted back down. Liang Xiaoke, already positioned and waiting, shot forward instantly, his enormous fist smashing directly toward Feng Yan. Stunned and disoriented from Zhu Rong’s palm strike, Feng Yan hadn't recovered his senses before seeing a fist the size of a small mountain hurtling toward him. His face contorted in shock, and before he could react, the blow sent him flying, his body slamming heavily onto the ground, kicking up plumes of dust.

At this juncture, Hanba, Xiyang, and Liang Xiaoke’s two avatars all rushed in. In particular, the monk clad in a kasaya had blood-red eyes emitting a ghastly green light, resembling a hungry ghost.

Alas for Feng Yan—though he possessed the Seven Treasures Tree, a supreme magical artifact, his own cultivation level was utterly insufficient to utilize its true power. He could barely manage to brush away incoming magical treasures, yet neither defense nor offense was possible.

Having learned their lesson, the others ceased using magical artifacts and engaged purely with brute force. Xiyang fared somewhat better, while Hanba, being a Heavenly Witch, possessed a physically formidable body. Combined with Liang Xiaoke’s two avatars, they hammered Feng Yan incessantly. Even with his profound cultivation, Feng Yan’s protective primal energy was pulverized. As for using spells, did he have the time now?

His body crashed back to the earth again, virtually every bone shattered. Furthermore, he lacked the stockpile of elixirs Fang Zhentian had accumulated. His flesh and blood could no longer withstand such force and began to break apart.

“Ye Jingyu, are you only capable of ganging up on me like this?” Feng Yan struggled to mobilize his inner power, desperately shielding his body from total collapse, raging as he spoke. To think that he, a peak Celestial Immortal, would be struck by that one palm through carelessness, only to immediately face a brutal group assault. If he were beaten to death like this, he would surely have died even more unjustly than Fang Zhentian.

“You’re talking nonsense! This isn't a formal duel; are we supposed to fight you one-on-one?” Ye Jingyu did not answer. Liang Xiaoke already cursed him out loud. His body had returned to normal size, and he charged toward Feng Yan along with his two avatars. He was determined to claim that Treasure Tree!

Seeing the boisterous Liang Xiaoke rush in again, Feng Yan felt a surge of gloom. This fellow was merely in the initial Celestial Immortal realm. Even with two avatars, he shouldn't normally stand a chance against Feng Yan. But now, severely injured, he was no match at all.

Especially that fierce sword in his hand—the Treasure Tree could barely fend it off. Glancing at Hanba, who smiled mischievously nearby, and the ever-silent Ye Jingyu, Feng Yan suddenly felt that disaster was indeed imminent today.

But he was so unwilling to concede!

As Liang Xiaoke neared him, Feng Yan let out a sudden roar. His already crumbling physical body shattered completely, sending streaks of golden light shooting out in all directions.

Those golden lights were all magical artifacts: the Heaven Overturning Seal, the Golden Brick, the Seven Treasures Tree, the Exquisite Vine, the Pearl Garland, the Demon Subduing Pestle, the Celestial Star Mirror, the Blood Source Cone—everything from ordinary artifacts he had forged to the supreme innate primordial treasures. Every single artifact, regardless of quality, shone brilliantly, their auras showing no discernible difference in strength or weakness. They transformed into a golden meteor shower, flying out in every direction.

Liang Xiaoke, spotting the Seven Treasures Tree soaring away, was ecstatic. His body dissolved into an afterimage as he lunged toward it. The Daoist and the monk followed closely behind him, and even Gongsun Lu remained in their wake to guard against any sudden changes. This alone revealed the depth of his resolve concerning the Seven Treasures Tree.

“You bastard, you only care about the Seven Treasures Tree! That fellow’s primordial spirit is attached to these artifacts. He’s trying to escape in this chaos—don't let a single treasure get away!” Seeing Liang Xiaoke rush solely toward the Seven Treasures Tree, Hanba cursed loudly.

[Ti: Dear readers, the current chapter has reached the final page of this book.]