"Do you want to know the whereabouts of the Fire Spirit?"

Xiao Shui also realized the other party’s intention to tease him, wasn’t this just driving him to seek help!

But where else could he find help, he was the one in charge of the entire Minzhou Prefecture.

Under him was a turncoat Guardian and a steward who was pretty much preserved as dried meat.

The rest were just ordinary cultivators making up the numbers, looking imposing, but he had no reliable helpers.

He’d just be thankful if they didn’t drag him down; his subordinates were all a bunch of fools.

"It’s useless. Once the Fire Spirit is out of the city, they won’t wait for me and will choose their own direction to flee."

In other words, Xiao Shui hadn’t expected he wouldn’t be able to escape. The backup plan was just a contingency, he didn’t expect to actually use it.

So Xiao Shui now didn’t know where they would end up, but if nothing unexpected happened, the item would be delivered to the intended recipient.

Han Yu’s face turned dark, so he was overthinking things for nothing.

"Listen to me, Han, let’s not use our brains too much on this, just use your fists, like punching a sandbag, that’s effective."

The Artifact Spirit sighed helplessly.

Han Yu rolled his eyes, tugged at his mouth, and looking at Xiao Shui, he got angry.

The Cyan Dragon spiraled like the sun, and the flames rose more brilliantly than the sun.

Xiao Shui looked dumbfounded at something that resembled the sun coming towards him.

Could the Fire Divine Power be used like this?

In fact, no, even a single move of the Cyan Dragon was an ultimate technique for a cultivator, used only as a last resort.

Just like Han Yu’s current state, which couldn’t supply the energy needed for a cultivator.

No one else could wield the Fire Divine Power like this.

As the firelight engulfed Xiao Shui, the entire void suddenly shone brightly.

After the light disappeared, Xiao Shui appeared in Han Yu’s hand, his nose bruised and face swollen, almost burnt to charcoal, and his eyes were blank like he was dumbfounded...

...

"Let’s go."

Ling Wuce turned his head and called to the Elders.

There was nothing more to fight, they truly couldn’t fight.

The opponent wasn’t taking any damage, and the seemingly intense battle was merely them doing futile work.

By now, the monster hadn’t even had its skin scratched.

Outside, the Mo Family Elder opened a breach, and a group of people fled.

With no opponents, the monster could only turn its attack on the Barrier.

This kind of consumptive way of fighting was fundamentally hard to sustain.

The Barrier needed spiritual power to maintain, merely trapping the monster wouldn’t help much.

Sooner or later, they would run out of energy, while the monster was relentlessly attacking the Barrier, depleting its power.

"Where’s that kid Han gone?"

Elder Luo couldn’t help but think of Han Yu again, the kid was nowhere to be seen from the beginning. If he were here, they wouldn’t have to struggle so much.

"That kid has a great restraint against the monster. If he doesn’t come, Minzhou City will have to be abandoned."

Hearing this, Ling Wuce’s face turned black. Abandoning a city, he made it sound so easy.

Even if the people were relocated, if the city were destroyed, where would these people be resettled?

The Fifth Tower was almost empty, and the cultivators from the Celestial Craft Department with their hammers were already being used by Che Dapao in combat formation, where would he find people to rebuild the city?

"My Nanli Sword Studio has already had a corner destroyed! But days go on as usual, worse comes to worse, the disciples can rough it out in the wild and cultivate the way of nature."

Elder Luo curled his lips and said.

The Great Elder of Piaomiao City nodded and spoke, "If it’s truly impossible, we have to save the people, not the city."

The Nine Sects believed they were already doing their best, Ling Wuce’s duties were not theirs, saving people was fine, but risking their lives to protect the city was not acceptable.

If they hurt their origin, their half-buried bodies would be truly gone.

Ling Wuce knew this all too well, the Imperial Court had its responsibilities, and this group had their own limits.

If he stood in their shoes, he too would struggle to contribute without reserve.

This was reality.

"The young people nowadays, all drop the ball at the critical moments, damn it."

Ling Wuce cursed angrily.

"Oh! What’s got you so worked up!"

A sudden swooshing sound came out of nowhere, accompanied by a laughing voice.

A group of people looked up sharply, only to see Han Yu appearing above, smiling with a bruised and battered Young Master Xiao in hand, looking down at them.

Ling Wuce quickly put on a smile and flew up, "You’re finally here, help us sort this out, and later I’ll ask Quan Xiaotong to credit you with a great merit."

"No need for great merits, just help me retrieve the Wood Spirit’s bark. The spirit body and the main body are together now, just get that back for me, and you can have this."

Xiao Shui was shoved over directly, Ling Wuce hurriedly caught him, then quickly took out the tree bark. It had gone around a few times and finally ended up back in his hands.

"I’ll do it."

Elder Luo’s eyes brightened, and with a swoosh, he snatched the item and disappeared without a trace.

As expected, this time he was indeed swift and decisive.

Han Yu turned his head to look at several elders who were slower and now regretting it immensely, and helplessly shook his head to express his pity.

There was only one pill, truly living up to the saying, "The quick hand has, the slow hand does not."

"Hurry up!"

Ling Wuce urged repeatedly.

Han Yu shook his head and directly broke through a barrier and rushed in. At that moment, the monsters also noticed him, and instantly all the black pythons turned to attack.

Cyan Dragon’s roar, the sun appears suddenly.

A massive fireball first exploded the black pythons’ siege, Han Yu with a sword in one hand and fire control in the other, charged with unstoppable momentum.

This efficiency was much faster than the Nine Sects’ elders.

"Youth is truly wonderful."

The Great Elder of Piaomiao City sighed with emotion; Han Yu’s vitality made the old man full of envy.

"But youth with strength is also essential."

The old monk of Galan Temple shook his head in refute, the Cultivator Realm was not lacking in young people, but there was only one like him.

Han Yu’s onslaught was unstoppable; the monster’s body, difficult to approach, appeared defenseless before him.

"Is a divine technique cultivator truly that strong?"

The scene made many elders skeptical, as Nine Sects was currently the most authoritative sect in the Cultivator Realm.

Divine techniques were not overlooked by them, but first, cultivating divine techniques was slower and more time-consuming than ordinary cultivation, and secondly, the power was not so exaggerated.

Normally, divine techniques serve as auxiliary means for cultivators; in a duel, the one with divine techniques undoubtedly holds a great advantage.

But for someone using divine techniques as the main method, no one had been seen to be so formidable.

"Isn’t the current Sect Leader of Nanli Sword Studio advancing equally with divine techniques and cultivation, yet even he may not achieve such a level?"

Elder of Qinglan Sect remarked.

"Luo, the old ghost isn’t here; why speak so highly? Nanli Sword Studio stumbled, and their divine techniques cannot be compared."

The Great Elder of Unparalleled Tower rolled his eyes.

"The divine technique certainly has no issues; the problem should be with the person using it."

The Great Elder of Galan Temple clasped his hands and gave his guess.

A group of old ghosts had keen eyes; with Han Yu’s explosive energy expenditure, any divine technique in his hands would be terrifying.

On the other side, Han Yu had already drawn his sword.

With just one swing, the monster wailed as if struck in its vital points.

The massive sound wave lifted the surrounding soil, and all the nearby vegetation uprooted and scattered.

Inside the barrier, it seemed as if the heavens were collapsing and the earth caving in. Countless black pythons realized the danger and launched the fiercest attacks without regard for their lives.

The dense swarm of pythons attempted to encase the entire sun; as one batch fell, another quickly replaced it, continuing endlessly.

Han Yu was indefatigable; any who broke through were swiftly turned from pythons to earthworms with a few flicks of his sword.

"Did you see what he’s holding?"

The Great Elder of Piaomiao City widened his old eyes, feeling that Han Yu held something in his hands, yet it was invisible.

Everyone around shook their heads; their eyes couldn’t be faulty, the fault must still lie with Han Yu.

"Hiss!"

The Great Elder of Unparalleled Tower drew a cold breath inexplicably, observing the monster’s changes and pondering a terrifying idea.

"He can cut the origin of creatures..."

Seeing the monster’s body visibly shrink, and looking at Han Yu’s invisible object, it was no wonder he could subdue monsters others couldn’t.

It goes beyond subduing monsters; speaking harshly, under Heavenly Dao, what can’t he cut?

"Who would dare challenge him to a death match in the future."

The Great Elder of Unparalleled Tower widened his eyes, thinking about this guy going all out, able to take a cultivator from ceiling to floor anytime, anywhere, and the scene was somewhat chilling.

"Not necessarily, though he can cut, he may not cut too much with one stroke."

The Great Elder of Piaomiao City was observing the changes in the monster, estimating the power of such a stroke, shaking his head.

"But don’t forget, this kid’s physical body is so strong; in a death match, he can withstand pressure and let you attack, can you withstand his cutting pressure."

The Great Elder of Unparalleled Tower quickly retorted.

This is indeed unsolvable.

If Han Yu truly fights to the death, it’s absolutely terrifying.

"Seniors, there’s no need to insist on death matches! We can always make peace!"

Ling Wuce couldn’t help but remind.

Exactly!

Who the hell brought this off-course rhythm, once everyone realized they glared angrily at the Great Elder of Unparalleled Tower.

It was this old ghost who led them astray.