"Boom—"

The six arms of the Dharma Aspect struck simultaneously, causing the entire canyon to shake violently.

The hard rock walls were torn to shreds, and the surrounding blood maple trees vaporized in the violent spiritual power.

The ground split open into an abyss tens of yards wide, and scorching magma spewed forth.

In the distant forest, Luo Lingling held back Zhou Qing, who was about to rush out: "Don’t move, it seems our senior brother isn’t inside!"

Zhou Qing paused, concentrating his gaze

He saw the entire canyon had been reduced to rubble under Nangong Xuan’s terrifying might. Amidst the smoke and dust, Zhao Hanyue and the others swallowed nervously.

Is this the strength of a top-level Great Perfection?

Even if the sect’s Supreme Elder personally came, it might be hard to match.

"Search, alive we find the person, dead we find the corpse!" Nangong Xuan’s icy voice echoed over the ruins.

Twenty Divinity Transformation cultivators immediately dispersed to search.

Zhao Hanyue and the others, trembling, also joined the search, anxious with every stone they turned.

If they couldn’t find the Ghost Mastiff, what awaited them would be a fate worse than death.

"Interesting, they actually left a trick behind!"

Soon, Nangong Xuan paused before a broken wall, his withered fingers lightly brushing a seemingly ordinary stone fragment.

The stone fragment flipped at his fingertip, revealing intricate mirror-like patterns on the back.

"Imaging Stone?" Nangong Xuan’s lips curved into a sinister grin, "The main and auxiliary mirrors reflect one another, with a maximum range of no more than fifty miles..."

He suddenly grinned at the mirror, his voice hoarse: "Hello, little mouse."

Before the words fell, his hands rapidly formed seals, dozens of strands of blood-colored spiritual power snaked into the mirror.

The mirror surface instantly glowed with an eerie red light, pointing southeast.

"Found you!" Nangong Xuan’s eyes sparkled murderously, his form transforming into a blood-colored rainbow, piercing through the sky.

The other Elders, seeing this, immediately abandoned the search and followed closely behind.

Zhou Qing and Luo Lingling exchanged a glance, quietly skirting around from the flank.

Before they could approach the target area, a deafening explosion suddenly rang out, sending trees within a hundred yards flying.

Amidst the smoke, a dark figure darted out like a wounded beast—it was the Ghost Mastiff!

This once fierce man was now in a sorry state, his black armor turned to rags.

His long, blood-smeared hair stuck to his face, yet those hawk-like eyes still gleamed sharply.

In his hand at this moment, he tightly gripped the black-scaled spear snatched from Nangong Xiao.

"Still cunning, knowing the tricks of a crafty rabbit. Run, why not run now?"

Nangong Sha closed in with a menacing smile, "Where’s the bravado that killed Xiao’er back then?"

Faced with the encirclement, the Ghost Mastiff suddenly grinned, revealing blood-stained teeth, his gaze falling on Zhao Hanyue and the others hiding behind the crowd.

He regretfully shook his head: "Set up so many traps, yet didn’t blow you to smithereens..."

Grand Elder Nangong Xuan snorted coldly: "Ghost Mastiff, summon your accomplices out, lest you suffer the Soul Search torture."

"Accomplices?" The Ghost Mastiff laughed wildly, flicking the black-scaled spear. A human head flew through the air, rolling to a stop at Nangong Xuan’s feet.

It was Xiang Fei’s fear-stricken face, frozen.

"I have three more accomplices—" The Ghost Mastiff twirled his spear, pointing directly at Zhao Hanyue and the others.

The faces of the three changed drastically, not expecting Xiang Fei to be dead already.

They exchanged glances and stepped forward in unison to bow: "Grand Elder, we were misled by the Ghost Mastiff and harmed Young Master Xiao."

"Today, we wish to atone by killing this beast ourselves!"

Nangong Xuan, hearing this, flashed a hint of mockery in his eyes.

Anyway, today this Ghost Mastiff can’t escape, so why not watch a good show? Otherwise, swiftly killing him would be too lenient.

"Alright." Nangong Xuan spoke indifferently, "But of you three... only one can live today. Whoever kills the Ghost Mastiff, lives."

Their pupils shrank, the air instantly solidified.

In the next moment—

"Boom!"

Zhao Hanyue’s broad sword was the first to unsheath, the twenty-seven blood grooves lighting up simultaneously.

Man Jinggang’s single eye glared fiercely, the spikes on his wolf-tooth club suddenly extending three inches.

Mo Lanxin’s ten fingers danced, the broken strings of the zither emitting harsh killing sounds.

"Very well!"

The Ghost Mastiff stood with his spear, black mist rising around him, "Today, let’s completely settle all the grudges from these years!"

As the words fell, the black-scaled spear shot out like a dragon emerging from the sea, clashing with three weapons, sparking dazzling fire.

Zhao Hanyue’s broad sword was fierce and unmatched, each strike cracking the ground.

Man Jinggang’s wolf-tooth club was powerful and heavy, stirring a bloody wind with each swing.

Mo Lanxin’s zither notes turned into invisible blades, constantly attacking from cunning angles.

The Ghost Mastiff’s spear techniques grew sharper, fully opening his Blood Battle Path Intent Realm, each thrust carrying unstoppable momentum.

Amidst flying blood maples, the four figures intertwined, each move filled with twenty years of hate and refusal.

Nangong Xuan leisurely took out an Imaging Stone, smiling as he captured this dog-eat-dog scene.

This was perfect evidence for claiming credit from the ancestor—not only showcasing the Nangong Family’s thunderous methods but also showing other families the consequences of offending them.

On a distant tree branch, Zhou Qing slowly exhaled a turbid breath.

"Thankfully..." Zhou Qing muttered soundlessly, seeing the senior brother although scarred, was still filled with fighting spirit, and finally felt somewhat relieved.

He turned to look at the outskirts, where twenty Divinity Transformation cultivators were scattered in a circular formation, each wearing a relaxed, spectator-like expression.

The five Elders from the Nangong Family stood higher, watching the spectacle as if admiring a thrilling beast fight.

Zhou Qing’s lips subtly curled into a slight arc.

Since those old guys are temporarily watching, things might actually be simpler.