"Father!"

"Master!"

Seeing Fang Zheng, Fang Heng and Yuan Zhongdao, who had already fallen into despair, couldn’t help but show wild joy.

Fang Zheng glanced over the two, and his heart slightly relaxed. Fortunately, he wasn’t too late, nothing had happened yet.

"You are Fang Zheng?"

Young Master Zheng turned around, his eyebrows slightly raised:

"Truly, you are a loving father, a good father indeed. If you had stayed hiding in Gu’an County, maybe no one would dare to provoke you."

"What a pity..."

He gently shook his head, feeling sorry for Fang Zheng’s choice:

"You actually came out, truly seeking death on your own!"

"Brother Zheng, there’s no need to waste time with him." Beside Young Master Zheng, a tall and slender man sneered coldly:

"Since he’s here, let’s take him down and hand him over to Manor Master Baili."

He flickered and rushed towards Fang Zheng.

His approach was extremely swift, his five fingers slightly hooked, the fingertips shimmering with cold light, displaying a remarkable claw technique.

The aura he exuded wasn’t weak.

Flawless!

With the changes in the world, the hidden strong from all directions emerged. Flawless was no longer rare.

"Swoosh!"

The arena suddenly darkened, and a gigantic Buddhist Shrine appeared out of thin air, pressing down heavily like a small mountain.

The shadow covering alone spanned half an acre in size.

"Boom!"

The Buddhist Shrine landed.

How could the force be just ten thousand pounds?

More than a hundred thousand pounds at least!

The Buddhist Shrine was like a massive ram, crashing down heavily, instantly smashing the rushing figure into meat paste.

Even a Flawless Martial Artist had no resistance.

The Buddhist Shrine was originally an Exotic Treasure. The higher the cultivation base of the one who refined it, the stronger its power.

Now in Fang Zheng’s hand, killing a Flawless was a simple task.

After killing one person, his expression remained unchanged. With a flick of his finger, the Buddhist Shrine, comparable in size to a palace, rose again into the air, flipping over to smash down on Young Master Zheng and his peers.

"Be careful!"

Young Master Zheng’s face changed drastically, and the copper flute in his hand flew out on its own, sending vast sound waves from the copper flute towards the Buddhist Shrine.

"Boom!"

The two objects collided in the air.

The Buddhist Shrine gently rotated, pressing downward bit by bit, while the copper flute emitted waves after waves of sound, desperately holding it up.

Seemingly at a stalemate.

However...

It was very clear that in comparison, the copper flute was slightly weaker, and it was only a matter of time before it couldn’t hold on.

What’s more terrifying was that the descent of the Buddhist Shrine carried an oppressive deterrent, making those below unable to move.

They couldn’t dodge either.

"Young Master Zheng."

Leaping Stream Jiao Cao Zhong’s eyes flickered as he gritted his steel teeth, reached for his clothes, and shouted:

"I will lend you a hand!"

He said, tossing the clothes upwards.

The fabric expanded in the wind, instantly becoming about an acre in size, not only holding off the Buddhist Shrine above but also threatening to wrap it up in reverse.

"Eh?"

Fang Zheng raised an eyebrow.

This person’s cultivation was merely Minor Circulation, insignificant in his eyes, but he had such a treasure in hand?

No!

The fabric wasn’t any treasure but an unknown piece of beast hide, even untrimmed.

The resistance to the Buddhist Shrine’s suppression relied entirely on the inherent power within the beast hide.

"Good!"

A call rang out, and a man and a woman beside Young Master Zheng exchanged a glance, each holding a long sword and charging forth.

The sword light shimmered, pointing directly at Fang Zheng, who was controlling the Buddhist Shrine.

"Old guy, meet your end!"

Their cultivation was equally impressive, with excellent coordination. The long swords in their hands were equally sharp.

Where the long swords pointed, cracks appeared soundlessly on the hard ground.

"Heh..."

Fang Zheng shook his head and lightly chuckled, waving a long sleeve. The Wind and Cloud Banner standing behind him suddenly spread out, circling to the front.

"Swoosh!"

The banner’s surface rippled.

Instantly.

Numerous Wind Blades surged from the Long Banner, like a torrential wave, heading towards them in an overwhelming manner.

In just a breath.

The man and woman who charged were engulfed by the Wind Blades, with blood splattering and bones and flesh dissolving, dispersing into nothingness.

The layers of sword light and defensive magic were nearly ineffective against the wild winds everywhere.

The Wind Blades continued their momentum, charging forward.

Leaping Stream Jiao bore the brunt, without any Exotic Treasure on him to protect himself, he was dismembered by the Wind Blades in an instant.

The Buddhist Shrine was barely comparable to a Magical Treasure, with its wonders mainly in suppressing Underworld Souls.

The Wind and Cloud Banner,

however, was nurtured by the Mad Daoist with mana for hundreds of years, a real Magical Treasure, evidently much more powerful.

"Ah!"

Young Master Zheng roared to the sky, as a Treasure Pearl appeared on his chest, emitting a faint Spiritual Light, surprisingly managing to halt the Wind Blades.

However...

That’s all it could do!

"Crackling..."

The Buddhist Shrine pressed down, the copper flute could no longer hold, and fine cracks appeared on the copper flute.

"Boom!"

The last person beside Young Master Zheng first could not withstand, uttering a heartbreaking scream, as his body was forced to explode by the giant force.

"Father!"

Seeing this, Fang Heng hurriedly shouted:

"Leave him to me, I want to avenge Fifth Brother and Xiao Tao!"

"Oh!"

Fang Zheng’s eyes moved slightly, as he flicked his finger, and the Binding Gold Rope flew out like a flash of lightning, coiling towards Young Master Zheng in mid-air.

The Buddhist Shrine, Wind and Cloud Banner, and Binding Gold Rope were all released, and despite Young Master Zheng’s many tricks, he couldn’t resist.

In an instant.

Various means descended all together.

"Buzz..."

Seeing he’d be bound by the Binding Gold Rope, a mass of Spiritual Light silently emerged from Young Master Zheng’s body.

The faint Spiritual Light managed to withstand all attacks.

Moreover, a phantom appeared within.

The phantom held a short flute, wore a long robe, and a tall hat, exuding an elegant aura, turning its gaze to Fang Zheng.

"Master!"

Upon seeing the phantom clearly, Young Master Zheng couldn’t help but show wild joy:

"Save me!"

"Disgraceful disciple!" The phantom glared at him, then cupped its fists towards Fang Zheng, saying:

"This Dao Brother, I am Shi En of Emerald Peaks, known as the Iron Flute Immortal, mentored by the Celestial Master Dao’s Dragon Gate Sect."

Iron Flute Immortal?

Fang Zheng’s gaze shifted.

Before coming here, the Celestial Secret Compass had given a hint that this journey held lurking dangers, with hazards hidden but not yet revealed.