"Not good, it’s someone from the Extreme Demon Temple."

The two Holy Children exchanged a sharp glance with Ye Xuan, then soared upward to meet the approaching demonic cloud.

Little did they know, they had already half-stepped into their coffins; had they truly attacked Ye Xuan, they would have perished on the spot. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

"Extreme Demon Temple?"

Ye Xuan murmured to himself, then mysteriously vanished from Jingyu City.

...

The vast Heavenly Vault, an endless expanse.

On one side, the demonic cloud’s malevolence rose sky-high, while on the other, a blue light surged with life, seemingly splitting the Heaven and Earth in two, now standing in confrontation in the sky.

In the demonic cloud stood a lone black-clad youth; the terrifying Extreme Demon Light roiling around him, his cold, grim visage filled with murderous intent.

On the other side, Yao Feng, the Saint Heir, and Qinglan, the Holy Daughter, had grave expressions, tinged with hints of apprehension in their eyes.

"Li Changtian, do you truly wish to oppose us?" Yao Feng spoke coldly.

"What a joke, who do you think you are? Today you leave your lives here," the black-clad youth said cruelly.

"Li Changtian, though our two Daoists have been rivals for years, we’ve no grudge against you; why press us so hard?" Qinglan plead with a frown.

"Enough talk, I’ve chased you for a hundred years; let’s see where you escape this time."

The black-clad youth sneered brutally; with Wendao Realm cultivation, he could mercilessly slay them, and wouldn’t waste words with followers of the Life God Temple.

Rumble!

The demonic cloud churned, malice shocking the sky; the black-clad youth launched a Slaughter Technique without hesitation, aiming to annihilate the duo.

"Do you think we fear you?"

The duo roared, joining forces, each unleashing a Life Great Technique to battle the black-clad youth.

At this moment.

Ye Xuan appeared silently, watching the three young ones battle, with a deep, inscrutable look in his eyes.

It was clear, this should be a struggle between Daoists, and the black-clad youth was from the Extreme Demon Temple, which gave Ye Xuan some thoughts.

"Hahaha, Li Changtian, you fell for it; let’s see who’s killing whom now."

Suddenly, a blinding blue light soared into the sky, an utterly terrifying aura erupted from Yao Feng, targeting the black-clad youth for the kill.

Boom!

The next moment, the black-clad youth, who had the upper hand, was instantly pierced through the heart by the blue light, accompanied by a shrill, furious howl.

Blood sprayed across the sky, the black-clad youth staggered back; the gaping wound in his chest was terrifying, clearly a fatal blow.

"Heavenly Spirit Stab!"

"You have a Heavenly Spirit Stab?"

Ah!

The black-clad youth spat blood, the wound in his chest terrifying; he looked at Yao Feng with boundless hatred and anger in his eyes.

"Hee hee hee."

Qinglan Holy Daughter giggled, "Li Changtian, didn’t expect that, did you? You thought we were really fleeing, but we feigned weakness to lower your guard to counteract you today?"

"Li Changtian, blame your arrogance; you’re Wendao Realm, but so what? Hit by the Heavenly Spirit Stab, today is your death day." Yao Feng laughed incessantly.

"Damn it!"

The black-clad youth staggered back, blood trickling from his mouth, feeling his life force slipping away, dizziness engulfing him, despair deepening in his heart.

He knew, having been struck by the Heavenly Spirit Stab and his heart pierced, survival was impossible.

"Die!"

Yao Feng and Qinglan Holy Daughter shouted, swinging the Heavenly Spirit Stab at the black-clad youth again, clearly intending to kill him immediately.

"My life ends now!"

The black-clad youth roared in despair, helpless against their combined assault.

"Halt!"

The world froze, all laws stilled; as the black-clad youth awaited death, a venerable voice echoed, and the unfolding events left him stunned.

Time seemed to stop, space appeared frozen, and Yao Feng and Qinglan Holy Daughter found themselves immobilized, their Heavenly Spirit Stab losing its power.

Buzz!

Ye Xuan appeared quietly beside the black-clad youth, observing the young duo with deep, ancient eyes.

"You again?"

Ye Xuan’s appearance astonished Yao Feng, wanting to wield the Heavenly Spirit Stab, only to discover in horror that he couldn’t move at all.

"Who are you?" Yao Feng shouted in terror and anger.

"Who am I?"

Ye Xuan smiled faintly, not answering the question.

"Arrogant and ignorant, leaving you in this world wastes air."

Boom!

Words became reality, all things perished!

Ye Xuan’s eyes subtly moved, and Yao Feng suddenly turned into a rain of blood, annihilated completely.

"You...you dare kill someone from the Life God Temple?"

The scene left Qinglan Holy Daughter screaming in fright, her heart gripped by terror, speaking with empty bravado towards Ye Xuan.

"Go back and tell Ye Fengtian, if he remembers someone named Ye Xuan, to personally come to the Extreme Demon Temple."

Ye Xuan spoke faintly, picking up the black-clad youth, disappearing into the Heavenly Vault.

"Ye Xuan?"

Qinglan Holy Daughter was perplexed, never having heard the name, but Yao Feng’s mysterious death frightened her into leaving, transforming into an Escape Light heading back to the Life God Temple.

...

On a nameless mountain peak.

Buzz!

Ye Xuan casually cast a divine light into the black-clad youth, whose pierced heart miraculously healed, becoming as good as new within mere moments.

"Thank you, senior, for saving my life."

Instantly, the black-clad youth knelt, his face filled with awe, repeatedly bowing in gratitude to Ye Xuan.

A proud person, yet reverent to power, the black-clad youth knew the enigmatic method of Yao Feng’s death meant this person was an exceedingly terrifying powerhouse.

Moreover, after being pierced through the heart by the Heavenly Spirit Stab, he faced certain death, yet this mysterious figure healed him entirely, an astounding revelation.

He understood deeply; he encountered a peerless force, perhaps this person was indeed a Sect Leader Level figure.

"Is Ye Xuanmo in the Extreme Demon Temple?"

Ye Xuan stood with hands behind his back, gazing at the sea of clouds, his voice mysterious and profound.

"Ah?"

Ye Xuan’s words shocked the black-clad youth, for Ye Xuan addressed the Demon Lord by name, a grave disrespect.

But the black-clad youth wisely refrained from chiding Ye Xuan like Yao Feng had, instead hesitantly said, "The Demon Lord, the elder, is indeed in the Extreme Demon Heavenly Palace. Does senior know him?"

"Of course I know him, and quite well, which is why I need you to take me to see him," Ye Xuan replied calmly.

"Your wish is my command."

The black-clad youth’s eyes shifted, realizing Ye Xuan had a formidable background, not daring to refuse him.