Xiao Tian's gaze was cold and sharp, but the smirk that played on the corner of his lips made their bodies tremble even more violently. "Old dogs, did I allow you to leave?" he asked with a condescending tone, full of mockery, as if discussing two animals that had just tried to bite his leg. "Young friend, we have no grudge. The previous matter was just a misunderstanding. We can compensate for our audacity. Please let us go," one of them said, his voice trembling with fear. They tried to be conciliatory, trying to save their lives that hung by a thread. However, Xiao Tian only shook his head slowly. "Sorry, I'm not used to letting go of potential enemies. So now you'd better reunite with your dead friends!" Slap! Suddenly, Xiao Tian's two hands pierced their chests. There was no time to resist. They didn't even see any movement. Two attacks instantly destroyed their hearts in the blink of an eye. The bodies of the two Elders froze, then collapsed to the ground, dying without a

Ershita’er immersed herself in comprehending her martial arts. Her breathing was steady, her body still as if lifeless, yet within her soul raged a violent storm of understanding. Every movement of Xiao Tian's hand, every turn of his body, and every footstep containing remnants of memories of fighting techniques related to ice, all entered and swirled in her mind. Although Xiao Tian himself had never mastered ice techniques, he had witnessed how extraordinary people he considered incredibly strong used them. For Xiao Tian, those techniques weren't very useful. But for Ershita’er, who had a natural talent in mastering Yin energy, that vision was like thousands of windows opening to a new world. The divine energy and Yin energy that had been scattered around them, like rivers converging towards an estuary, began to enter Ershita’er's body harmoniously. Nothing collided, nothing dominated. Everything merged, flowing in a path that seemed created for her. The two energies flooded her

Xiao Tian was slightly amazed. Although the Sect's territory couldn't compare to the vastness and magnificence of the Xiao Clan's territory, the sect at least possessed some unique features that commanded respect. The spiritual atmosphere floating in the air felt dense and undulating. Its energy field was very subtle, yet clearly oppressive. "It seems there's a Supreme God King in the Holy Moon Sect. This isn't a low-level sect, but one that deliberately hid its fangs from the outside world," Xiao Tian said through voice transmission to Ershita'er, without moving his lips at all. "Brother Xiao Tian, according to the master, this Sect is indeed led by a Supreme God King. The Patriarch of the Holy Moon Sect has the realm of an eighth-rank Supreme God King," Ershita'er replied softly, her eyes fixed on the peak of the main palace in the center of the sect. Xiao Tian nodded slightly. “No wonder. He could create a replica of the moon above the Sect's palace that looks incredibly real.

Because Xiao Tian possessed Puyanghai's memories, he knew the people Puyanghai had ordered to intimidate Daniel, and even some who had deliberately tortured Daniel without a shred of compassion. A short while later, he arrived before a large house. It wasn't like the residence of an ordinary disciple. Its architecture was magnificent, its gate was plated with silver metal, and faint protective formations flickered at every corner. This was clearly no ordinary house—only Elders could possess a place like this. Xiao Tian stopped before a large, dark red-painted wooden door. His gaze pierced like a blade. The atmosphere suddenly fell silent, even the wind seemed to hold its breath. "Duzhen, are you inside?" Xiao Tian asked calmly. A few seconds later, hurried footsteps were heard from within. The door opened, and a middle-aged man in the attire of an Inner Disciple Elder hurriedly appeared on the threshold. "Young Master, Young Master has returned?" Duzhen's voice was full of s

Upon reaching the square, everyone was immediately confronted with a sickening sight. They saw a beautiful woman hiding behind a fairly handsome young man. While the young man wasn't as handsome as princes, his face held a firmness lacking in many. Before him stood three exceptionally well-dressed young men, clearly nobles. One, in particular, not only wore extraordinarily elegant clothes but also possessed a powerful aura. “Wuyan Mei, I offered you happiness, but you chose suffering,” the noble young man said. “Since you refuse to be my concubine, I can only resort to force.” His voice was calm, almost gentle, yet carried a terrifying threat. The speaker was Pukaishan, Puyanghai's older brother. He was utterly despicable, attempting to violate Wuyan Mei in public. The appalling thing was that no Elders intervened; they simply watched silently. Some even seemed to enjoy the spectacle presented by the core disciple, as if it were an ordinary occurrence not worth questioning.