Chapter 651: The Daoist is the Dragon-Tiger Luo Han (8K4, Still Owe 8K6)

At the peak of Heshan, a Monk dressed simply sat high upon a lotus throne; his dry lips parted and closed, each word of true mantra echoing through the world.

He pressed his palms together in prayer, his face full of compassion.

Countless living beings were drawn to cast admiring glances.

Let alone mortals; even for great sect cultivators, the only things comparable to the Lotus Throne Dharma Image were the true immortal master lineages within the Sanxian Sect.

The so-called Jin Guang breaks ten thousand dharma methods.

Those petty, hoarded heretical arts were completely unworthy of mention before the Path of the Walker.

Such a precious thing, the Bodhisattva accepts no benefit, sets no threshold, and simply shares it openly with the world; what an expansive mind!

Let alone cultivators; even those literate mortals hurriedly took out paper and brush, and if they had no paper, they simply stripped off their clothes and copied directly onto the lapels.

However, amidst this clamor of delight, many figures suddenly surged with anger.

Above the sky curtain, a pale yellow mist invisible to mortal eyes began to rapidly gather; this was the human imperial qi that monitored Shenzhou, surging like a long dragon and sweeping entirely over the skies of Heshan.

This was a warning from the Divine Dynasty!

Master Master Qibao Bodhisattva sat upon the lotus throne, his eyes cloudy, eyelids half-lidded, as if he could not see the changes in the sky.

He explained the scriptures in the simplest manner, like a dedicated school teacher, coming only to educate all beings.

Having finished the Three Calamities Lotus Throne Dharma without the slightest pause, he merely pressed his lips together and began to continue explaining the Six Calamities Lotus Throne Dharma.

Behind the many towns lay a great mansion.

"Hah!"

At this moment, from that magnificent city, tens of thousands of li away, a cold, angry snort rang out.

The sky-covering imperial qi suddenly churned, turning into a terrifying vortex, the center of the storm pointing directly at the figure on the lotus throne.

The Master Master Qibao Bodhisattva's tightly clasped palms seemed like a towering Gaoshan, not shaking in the slightest, yet veins on the back of his hand bulged like coiling dragons, looking somewhat frightening.

The chanting did not cease for a moment, and among the towns, the many figures on meditation cushions had gradually transformed from delight into fanaticism.

This was a complete Seventh Realm path, and the very best kind within the Seventh Realm.

Behind the sky-filling imperial qi, several figures seemed to be hidden.

They cast sharp glances at that rough bald head, already finding it hard to suppress the impulse to strike.

Finally, the old Monk stopped lecturing on the scriptures.

He raised his head slightly, and the face revealed seemed to have aged by several decades in an instant.

He watched as the surging imperial qi transformed into a giant hand pressing down.

The Master Master Qibao Bodhisattva's lips curled up slightly; the seven rings of Jin Guang behind him suddenly burst forth with unprecedented light, and under this light's reflection, his simple long robe swayed slightly, looking like the most magnificent kasaya in the world.

The giant hand and the Jin Guang collided in an invisible place.

The Buddha light no longer shone upon all beings but was forced back into the scope of Heshan, shrinking smaller and smaller, to the point where it could barely protect the few hundred meditation cushions.

"What is happening..."

Mortals could not see the imperial qi, but how could these famous great sect cultivators not see the changes before their eyes?

They looked at one another.

They knew that the Divine Dynasty and the Immortal Court jointly ruled this land of Shenzhou, and the Puti Sect was one of the components of the Immortal Court; the two had never before taken such a face-saving action of directly striking to suppress in front of outsiders.

Did the Puti Sect's transmission of dharma not receive the imperial court's permission?

Just as they were in doubt and suspicion.

The Master Master Qibao Bodhisattva had already stabilized the Buddha light, protecting the area before him; he opened his mouth again, this time lecturing on the Nine Calamities Golden Lotus Dharma.

Many cultivators who had originally intended to stand up had their faces change slightly; they lowered their heads a bit and pretended to understand nothing as they continued to listen.

Sixth Realm Dharma... This is Sixth Realm Dharma!

Directly pointing to the Golden Lotus Walker realm, comparable to the realm of the Heavenly Immortal!

Of course, many cultivators also stood up directly, reached out to crush the jade slips previously used to record the Lotus Throne Dharma, bowed separately to the Master Master Qibao Bodhisattva and the imperial qi in the sky, offending neither, and then quickly withdrew and left Heshan.

These struggles between great figures, they could not understand and dared not participate.

But more scattered cultivators and mortals could not even see, still immersed in the mysterious treasure scriptures.

Until the seven rings of Jin Guang behind the Bodhisattva suddenly shattered one ring.

Crack—

The qi of heaven and earth completely chaotic; originally, even those Taiyi Zhenxian, under this thick imperial qi, could not exert their cultivation at all.

But now, they suddenly felt that suppressing force falling upon them begin to become chaotic.

"..."

Princess Ziling quietly stood up, respectfully bowed, and then led that bearded giant with abundant golden hair down the mountain.

She was too close to the Bodhisattva; even the other's Master realm position was damaged, let alone herself; staying any longer was truly too dangerous.

Moreover, she had other matters to attend to and was not interested in this so-called Sixth Realm Walker Dharma.

Moments later, Ye Lan slowly opened her eyes; at this moment, the gaze of all the strong in this world converged on the invisible struggle in the sky curtain, and as a titled General, she naturally had her own matters to attend to.

But she had previously promised the youth beside her, so she must make the trip.

"You've heard enough, leave as soon as possible."

Ye Lan stood up, sent a voice transmission to remind the person beside her, and then similarly turned and walked down the mountain.

With Meng Xiuwen and his sister watching, she had long known who the person was that made Shen Yi so cautious.

"..."

Shen Yi closed his eyes, as if his spirit had wandered beyond the heavens.

He was probably the only one among all on the mountain peak who was truly listening carefully to the dharma.

With the help of the Spirit Light Rat, every true mantra spoken by the Master Master Qibao Bodhisattva was meticulously organized into a specific cultivation method.

Until the last word fell, a line of text finally appeared on the panel.

【Sixth Rank. Nine Tribulations Golden Lotus Method: Not Yet Entered】

【Remaining Demon Lifespan: One Hundred Six Seventy Tribulations】

The vast demon lifespan collected in Hongze finally had an opportunity to be put to use.

Shen Yi hesitated not a whit, directly pouring the demon lifespan into this precious scripture.

The True Methods of the Three Teachings are truly the most precious things in the world.

Compared to the side-path wild techniques of the previous Jade Dragon Patriarch, possessing this precious scripture could reduce the harm during tribulations to a negligible degree.

The lifespan Shen Yi consumed to break through to the Sixth Rank was even less than when he was at the Seventh Rank.

In merely three tribulations, the lotus throne within his body once again spat forth several new lotuses; Jin Guang fell like rain, watering the lotus throne and staining the pale white petals with a faint golden radiance.

Nine Tribulations Golden Lotus!

The golden radiance was faint, clearly not yet at its peak, but this lotus throne, expanded once more, obviously possessed sufficient foundation to bear a fruit seat.

【Sixth Rank. Nine Tribulations Golden Lotus Method: Perfected】

【Fifth Rank. Dragon and Tiger Great Sutra: Not Yet Entered】

At the very moment Shen Yi was deducing, that Master Master Qibao Bodhisattva... now perhaps one could call him the Four Treasures Bodhisattva.

It took the complete shattering of three full rounds of Jin Guang to support him in finishing the Nine Tribulations Golden Lotus Method.

The old Monk closed his eyes, dry tear ducts holding traces of blood; the lotus throne suddenly began to tremble, rising into the air as Buddhist sounds roared, carrying him aloft.

Another round of Jin Guang shattered.

The Three Treasures Bodhisattva's face still held a compassionate smile; under the pursuit of the imperial air filling the sky, he fled directly, disappearing to the very end of the living beings' vision.

By this time, apart from Shen Yi, there was no one left on He Mountain.

Only the common people at the foot of Yu Shan knelt respectfully and devoutly, watching this compassionate Bodhisattva depart.

As for the figure hidden in the sky, it also rushed toward the fleeing Three Treasures Bodhisattva along with the imperial air; yet no one cared, as a faint, imperceptible Buddhist light quietly overflowed from the sole remaining figure on the mountain peak.

【First Tribulation: You abandoned the instruction in the scripture to refine some Dragon and Tiger Great Pill; the Dragon and Tiger power required for cultivation, you intend to obtain from elsewhere】

In the days and nights prior, Shen Yi had already flipped through the Dragon and Tiger Great Sutra countless times.

However, though he was quite accomplished in the Way of Pill Refining, the "Great Pill" spoken of by the Puti Sect did not seem to be the same thing as those he had learned before, and moreover, even a clever woman cannot cook without rice; his hands were indeed somewhat constrained.

For the Dragon Yuan and Tiger Yuan required for entry, he intended to use Ke Shisan and An Yi as substitutes.

【Second Tribulation: Dragons and Tigers constantly accompany you, walking the world together; within the power of heaven and earth you perceive, add a few parts of your own aura】

Before opening the Dragon and Tiger Great Sutra, Shen Yi still felt his demon lifespan was quite abundant.

Using only nine tribulations, he went straight from the Eighth Rank Dao realm to the Sixth Rank Mid-stage Golden Lotus Walker realm.

But at the moment he began to pluck the fruit seat, the demon lifespan disappearing like flowing water still made him feel a pang of heartache.

According to Master Zhikong, there are seventy-two fruit seats for Arhats.

To pluck this thirty-first ranked Dragon and Tiger fruit seat, one must undergo at least eighty-one tribulations!

Lines of text floated before his eyes.

The seemingly simple eighty-one tribulations represented nearly ten million years of physical torment.

Shen Yi sat upright on the cushion, as if turned into a stubborn stone.

Countless scenes flashed before his eyes, like watching flowers pass by a window; seen and heard, yet nothing was remembered.

【Remaining Demon Lifespan: Eighty Three Tribulations】

The years of deduction within Hongze, combined with dragons and tigers like Ke Shisan and An Yi who followed wholeheartedly without needing taming, finally made Shen Yi a true genius of the Puti Sect.

Not a fraction more, not a fraction less.

Exactly eighty-one tribulations.

On the lotus throne faintly glowing with golden light, a transparent and round bead quietly appeared.

The bead was amber-colored, containing dragons and tigers within.

That was not Ke Shisan and An Yi; it was merely Shen Yi borrowing their aura to shape something belonging to himself within heaven and earth.

This thing, born only after exhausting eighty-one tribulations, gently flickered with light, enlightening the "stubborn stone" on the cushion.

【Fifth Rank. Dragon and Tiger Great Sutra: Perfected】

Shen Yi opened his eyes, his pupils filled with golden light-paste.

The fruit seat was formed; the Luo Han appeared in the world.

Outside He Mountain.

Zi Yang revealed his White Dragon true form, carrying several people, fleeing toward the front without daring to stop even a whit.

His goal was clear, pointing directly at Jianyang Prefecture.

The Rain-Prayer Envoy was an identity recognized by the imperial court; only by returning there could he receive the imperial court's full protection.

Zi Yang understood Princess Ziling's character better than anyone; if that woman detected anything amiss, the consequences would be simply unimaginable.

After seeing his father king's head fall to the ground with his own eyes, he no longer held any expectations for this former sister.

It was just that gourd...

The purple-bearded White Dragon's eyes reddened slightly; he seemed to hear his father king's wail.

Only when he felt his mane tightly gripped by Zi Xian did he snap back to his senses, dazed.

The several people Zi Yang carried all fell into silence; only faint wailing and breathing sounds remained around them.

"Since you wanted to see, why leave?"

Between the cliffs ahead, a figure appeared at some unknown time; the pretty woman hooked a small gourd with her index finger, shaking it gently twice.

She gazed at the several people in the air and smiled lightly: "Meeting father king, you are unwilling even to say hello? Or are you worried father king is not living well with me in the Immortal Court?"

Hearing this, Zi Yang trembled all over, even the scales on his body emitting a sharp friction sound.

He stared死死 at the gourd in the woman's hand, his gaze plunging once more into madness.

"Father King, tell him, are you living well?"

Princess Ziling suddenly pinched that gourd, and a mournful shriek immediately issued from within: "Aaaah—"

"I will kill you!"

Zi Yang shook off the several people on his body and猛地 crashed into the mountain wall, without any technique and without using even a fraction of any method.

This former Crown Prince of Dong Hong seemed to have turned into a mindless beast, knowing only how to vent his emotions.

"..."

Princess Ziling stood safely in place, watching the massive object crashing toward her; suddenly, she revealed a sweet smile.

She casually tucked the gourd into her palm, as if holding a bone to tease a dog, lightly flicked her sleeve, and a mighty immortal power landed on Zi Yang, forcing him back into human form; he crashed down with a boom, smashing at her feet.

"I will kill—"

Zi Yang猛地 tried to lift his head, but a tender bare foot had already stepped on the back of his skull, pressing his face hard into the stone wall.

"Tell me, who permitted you to come out?"

Princess Ziling slowly squatted down; the smile faded from her face, leaving only endless chilling cold.

She glanced indifferently at this elder brother, then shifted her gaze to the several people in the distance, finally landing on that wooden figure; with a face full of confusion, she said, "What are you doing out here? If you are accustomed to that filthy stinking gutter, isn't it better to stay inside for a lifetime?"

"Xuan Qing, I left you alive."

"Why..." Princess Ziling tightly bit her pearl teeth: "Why do you not know gratitude? Exactly when will you grow up a little and understand the principles of being human?"

"Gratitude."

Xuan Qing stood silently, silently chewing on these two words, then lowered his eyes to look at his withered body; echoing in his mind was the scene of his master's惨死, and that General Nanyang Inner Gate, sealed for one hundred thousand years and empty of people.

After a long while, he smiled self-mockingly: "Thank you."

He thanked this woman for completely shattering his last shred of dignity, making him realize he was never any kind of genius, but a solid, real fool.

Hearing this, Princess Ziling seemed not to expect such a response from this former Dao companion.

A smile of genuine feeling appeared on her face for the first time: "You are much more sensible than before."

"Since you know gratitude, should you not repay kindness with kindness?"

"You know, you have always been harming me; the path I walked to reach today was truly not easy, truly very tiring..."

"Can you help me again, and die for me?"

The soft voice drifted through the mountains, like a lover's whisper.

Yet it made Princess Senior Zi Xian feel hair-raisingly terrified; she stared blankly at this elder sister, suddenly feeling she had lost all strength in her body.

How could the Dong Long Palace, famous for benevolence and kindness, produce such a lowborn bastard.

And what was most despairing was that when this bastard acted just now, the terrifying aura radiating from her body was a formidable realm that the Hong Ze people had never felt before, even far stronger than Lingyun Shiren was back then by countless times.

Leaving people with absolutely no hope of escape.

As the words fell, surging immortal power quietly landed on the several people.

In just an instant, everyone completely understood: although they all originated from Hong Ze, they and this woman before them were no longer beings on the same level.

Indeed, the fact that the other party was willing to speak these words was, for them, a kind of grace.

"You bunch of vicious people who cannot bear to see others do well truly disgust me; how could I stand by and watch you leave that stinking gutter and run out to harm the common people."

Princess Ziling extended her five tender fingers, then slowly clenched them tight.

In the next moment, she slowly froze; her five fingers trembled slightly, yet could never close completely.

Sensing the anomaly, she raised her eyes to look.

She saw that in the blue sky, a woman whose beauty was not inferior to hers in the slightest, and even possessed a unique heroism, stood with hands hanging loosely, wearing a Bai Shan, with a indifferent expression.

It was precisely the disciple under the Great Luo Immortal Venerable who had given her no face at all on He Mountain earlier.

"Ancestor Ye Lan, is there any instruction?" Princess Ziling put away the chilling cold on her face and stood obediently in place.

However, Ye Lan was too lazy to even glance at her again and spoke concisely: "I want these people."

"Princess Ziling was ordered by General Qing Luan Xuan Wei to come down to the mortal world to handle affairs; you..." Princess Ziling's smile stiffened a bit.

But before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by an even more indifferent voice.

"I said, I want the people."

Ye Lan waved her hand casually; Princess Ziling stumbled back several steps, and the Zi Yang beneath her feet lightly flew back to Xuan Qing's side.

She lowered her eyes to look: "Are there any more questions?"

Facing such an impolite question, Princess Ziling slowly clenched both palms, lowered her head, and said softly: "If you speak, naturally there is no problem."

She had plenty of time down in the mortal world, and she also had colleagues to assist her.

This so-called Ancestor Ye Lan could protect them for a while, but could not protect them for a lifetime.

There was no need to tear the face apart.

"Go."

Ye Lan turned her body and fled toward the distance.

She still had urgent matters to attend to, and she had also heard of the name of this Dragon Palace mistress; today she came only to save people and was unwilling to create more trouble.

Mortals do not fight immortals; this is the experience summarized by countless cultivators with their lives.

"..."

Zi Yang's aura was chaotic; in his eyes there was only that gourd.

But he quickly withdrew his gaze; with Xuan Qing's support, he followed that Ancestor Ye Lan away.

Where in the world are there so many cultivators who act righteously and intervene when they see injustice? This senior elder stepping out to rescue them was obviously entrusted by someone else.

Although Shen Zongzhu did not appear, he had again helped them pick up a life.

Since this life was given by the other party, then he himself had no qualification to act recklessly according to his own whims.

It's just... truly unwilling to accept it!

Senior Zi Xian stared blankly and turned her head to look back.

She saw Princess Ziling still quietly standing atop the mountain peak, not only unangered but smiling sweetly as she watched them leave.

That sweet smile made her feel a chill run down her spine.

"Everyone, have a safe journey. I won't see you off."

"We'll meet again at Hongze."

Seeing Senior Zi Xian look back, Princess Ziling's smile deepened, and she even gave a slight wave, greeting the crowd.

Upon hearing the words "Hongze,"

everyone, including Xuan Qing, stopped in their tracks without prior agreement.

"What's wrong?"

Ye Lan frowned and looked back. She noticed that not a single one of them showed the relief of having narrowly escaped death; instead, every face was written with the resolve to die.

No one responded.

They simply stared fixedly at the woman on the mountain peak.

Sure enough, the other party had already planned to go to Hongze, so naturally she would discover Lingyun Shiren's fall... Living a few more days was now meaningless. What they cherished most—that homeland, and the countless living beings within it—was about to become rebels swept clean by the Heavenly Court's immortal soldiers.

This was an unsolvable situation!

"You also came from Hongze. You also know how much effort it cost you to walk out of there back then, how many people you harmed."

"It didn't have to be this way, did it?"

Ji Jingxi slowly turned around and said softly.

If not for Lingyun Shiren, even Princess Ziling herself could have properly come to this Shenzhou, sought opportunities through legitimate paths, and become an immortal or ancestor. Why bother doing all this?

Yet her words failed to move Princess Ziling in the slightest.

The Miss in the purple-Bai Long dress regarded the crowd seriously: "But I've already walked out."

Once out, they were no longer of the same kind.

For the current her, these former friends were all trouble, all Mount Wuming, all people who deserved to die!

Once these words were spoken, only despair remained in everyone's eyes.

Shen Zongzhu had single-handedly exchanged a clear sky for Hongze, yet in the end it was still going to be overturned in this woman's hands.

"..."

Ye Lan was silent for a moment before finally realizing why Shen Yi had earlier hoped she would send these people away, preferably without meeting Princess Ziling.

But she had felt the area around Gaoshan was the safest. If she let these people out of her sight, she couldn't guarantee her earlier promise, so she only had Meng Xiuwen and Ye Jing go over to keep watch.

So there were other entanglements involved.

"Whatever trouble there is, speak it. I'll go discuss it with her master."

Ye Lan sighed and rubbed her brow.

Yet there was no joy on the faces of the crowd. There was no room for negotiation when it came to assassinating an immortal official.

Just then, Ye Lan had just raised her eyes when she froze: "Why are you here?"

She saw, at the edge of the sky, a figure in dark robes walking slowly toward them.

"Well, everyone's here, not one missing. Time to go back..." Ye Lan swept her gaze over the group beside her.

"Thank you for your trouble, Senior Ye."

The youth in dark robes passed through the crowd and walked forward: "Shen Yi owes you a favor."

"Don't play dumb. I said it's time to go back. Don't forget what you promised me."

Ye Lan had roughly guessed that this group had gotten into trouble. Now that the other party had joined Zhan Yao Si, there were plenty of other ways to clear those matters, without any need to escalate the conflict.

As a titled General, she was responsible for the safety of many great prefectures, and it was even more impossible for her to be dragged by Shen Yi into getting involved in something like this.

To make a move against someone under a fifth-rank immortal general—even she would need to report upward first, and have a sufficiently solid reason.

"Without sufficient reason, I won't make a move."

Ye Lan felt this statement was enough to discourage the other's little schemes.

Hearing this, Shen Yi slightly turned his gaze back and said seriously: "The previous matter is already concluded. Whatever remains, I'll handle myself."

The youth's words carried no particular inflection, yet they made Ziyang and the others all freeze in place.

They had never imagined Shen Zongzhu would appear here under these circumstances.

By enmity, he didn't know Princess Ziling. By other ties, this young Sect Master had only stayed in Hongze for a few years. For cultivators, saying he was merely passing through wouldn't be an exaggeration.

Moreover, Shen Yi had now also made the acquaintance of renowned figures within the Sanxian Sect—truly a brilliant future ahead.

Put bluntly, simply letting Hongze be destroyed would actually let him wash the Mount Wuming from his name. With the Sanxian Sect's Daluo Immortal Venerable sheltering him, which fool would dare splash the dirty water of Lingyun Shiren's fall onto him?

But he still came.

"What do you plan to do?" Ye Lan nearly laughed from sheer exasperation. Although this purple-maned white dragon's foundation was unstable and its origins were poor, it was still a sixth-rank Heavenly Immortal realm cultivator, not to mention it had the Blue Luan Immortal General backing it.

"..."

Shen Yi no longer responded. The next moment, he appeared directly atop the mountain peak.

The smile had not yet faded from Princess Ziling's face as she carefully examined the youth before her: "What, this Senior also wishes to meddle in the Immortal Court's affairs?"

"Don't call me Senior."

Shen Yi looked down coldly and softly uttered a single word: "Dirty."

As that word fell, a clean boot suddenly stamped onto Princess Ziling's lower abdomen.

With the cultivation of this purple-maned white dragon's Heavenly Immortal realm, she had not had the slightest chance to react from start to finish. Her expression froze, and her entire body flew backward like a torn burlap sack!

Rumble rumble—

The towering mountain that shattered in an instant left everyone present stunned.

Having just personally experienced Princess Ziling's ferocity, the crowd of Hongze could only watch helplessly as she was sent flying by that utterly unremarkable kick.

They hadn't even detected the slightest fluctuation of Qi.

Only Ye Lan widened her eyes slightly — this was the path of the Practitioner of the Way, gathering great power into one's own body, a style she knew well… What startled Ye Lan was that that kick just now was at least at the level of a Golden Lotus Practitioner.

If the other party possessed such strength, why had they been sitting with closed eyes listening on Heshan earlier?

From the crumbling cliff face, a streak of light suddenly darted out.

Princess Ziling was no longer the composed figure from before, gasping for breath in great heaves. Between her tattered garments, a layer of close-fitting armor refined from white dragon scales had already begun to show faint cracks.

This item was not something she had personally refined; it was a protective magical artifact that General Qingluan had forged for her using the old scales she had shed.

And yet under that single kick just now, this treasure — crafted by the hand of a fifth-rank Immortal General — had nearly shattered.

"Who exactly are you! I have no grudge against you, why would you strike so viciously!"

Princess Ziling was certain she had never laid eyes on this person before today, and so grew all the more perplexed.

She raised her gaze and saw the youth in black robes had once again arrived above her. On Bai Xi's face, that indifferent look in his eyes suddenly gave her a strange sense of déjà vu.

As if she had seen him somewhere before.

Princess Ziling had reached where she was today thanks to her keen mind; in an instant, that expression made her connect him with another person.

Across such a vast stretch of years, only two people had ever looked at her that way.

One was the youth before her, and the other was that Bimawen in the Imperial Horse Office.

In an instant, a vicious whip-kick slammed heavily onto her shoulder, cutting off her train of thought.

The surging, overwhelming force made even the heavens and earth rumble.

The dragon-scale treasure armor on Princess Ziling's body suddenly exploded into shards, and along with it, half of her torso.

The figure that had just sprung up let out a thunderous boom and plummeted straight down once more.

"Shen Zongzhu."

As Princess Ziling fell in a daze, the youth's voice finally rang out by her ear.

Those four simple, plain words made her pupils contract sharply.

How could a tiny Hongze give birth to such a terrifying figure? This had already completely超出了 her understanding and comprehension.

"…"

The path of merging with the Dao, beginning with Senior Xuanqing and ending with Qin Zongzhu, was all contained within those four words.

When Shen Yi did things, he saw them through from beginning to end.

And this dragon woman was precisely that "end."

His figure once again shot forth violently, arriving beneath the delicate body plummeting straight down. Shen Yi did not look at her; as his black robes billowed, an elbow strike as fierce as Lei Ting slammed brutally toward the dragon woman's waist.

A power capable of shaking the heavens and earth could, naturally, easily tear this body apart.

Boom!

There was no muffled sound of a body being torn apart; instead, it was as if a great war drum had been struck.

A burly man with flourishing golden hair appeared between the two, using his muscular arm to block the strike.

He looked up with a savage grin: "I was once a disciple of the Puti Sect too. If we count the connections, calling you junior brother isn't too much to ask, is it?"

"Junior brother, you've gone a bit too far."

"Don't forget, we are Immortals who have ascended to the Heavenly Court. What you're doing right now… calling it immortal-slaying wouldn't be wrong, would it?"

The words "immortal-slaying" were, for anyone, a crime that reached the heavens.

But among those present, though all were greatly astonished, what surprised them was Shen Yi's strength; not a single person showed any particular reaction to the act itself.

After all… this wasn't the first time.

With the golden-haired burly man's help, Princess Ziling finally had a moment to catch her breath. She swiftly withdrew and said in a sharp voice: "So what if you truly serve beneath a Great Luo Immortal Venerable? I descended to the mortal realm by imperial immortal decree. If you dare touch me, aren't you afraid the Immortal Court will punish your sect!"

Such brutal violence finally shattered her tranquil exterior, revealing a few traces of her original madness.

"Enough."

The golden-haired burly man glanced at Ye Lan in the distance, and with a single simple sentence, pronounced his verdict on the matter.

Just then, his expression shifted slightly.

It was because the elbow he had blocked with his arm moved once again.

This act was no different from a provocation that climbed all over one's face, and a strong displeasure surged in the golden-haired burly man's eyes. His savage grin deepened: "Good, good, good — giving you face and you refuse it. Kid, it's only because of now. Back in those few years, if you'd seen me, you'd still have to respectfully call me Luo Han!"

Having said this, he suddenly let out a low roar, his body swelling violently against the wind, transforming once more into the ferocious form of the lion-tiger beast.

And it was not the size it had been beneath the Immortal General's mount, but a terrifying demon body that spanned across mountain ranges and blotted out the sky.

At the same time, Princess Ziling also unhesitatingly revealed her true form of the purple-maned white dragon. As her figure churned, the overwhelming aura belonging to the Heavenly Immortal realm transformed into a sky-filling frost, like an inverted Bingshan, crashing down toward the youth in black!

Based solely on the title Shen Zongzhu, there was absolutely no room for reconciliation today.

Since that was the case, then fight to the death!

"…"

Ye Lan finally understood why the aura she had sensed from that lion-tiger demon beast had been so bizarre.

The other party was a being who had once ascended to the fifth-rank realm, only to have their position stripped away.

Though not at the fifth rank, they were by no means something a sixth-rank Golden Lotus Practitioner could contend with.

The many ganging up on the few — what kind of joke was that!

Although she had said earlier she would absolutely not make a move, upon truly witnessing this scene, she still stepped forward without hesitation, sweeping her sleeve to shatter the grotesque inverted Bingshan in the sky.

Boom!

Just as she was about to bring her palm down on that lion-tiger to bring the situation under control—

Ye Lan's movements stalled slightly, and she stood frozen in place.

The towering Gaoshan from earlier had long since been utterly destroyed by Shen Yi, razed to the ground.

But now, there stood once again a towering "mountain," a figure of indescribable majesty, his entire body radiating blinding Jin Guang, his muscular frame displaying fluid lines, like a perfect thing forged by nature itself.

He gazed silently down at the human world, one hand gripping that purple-bearded white dragon, the other slamming the lion-tiger hard against the ground.

Before him, the dragon was like a small snake, the tiger like a wild dog.

His five fingers clamped tightly on the lion-tiger's skull, nearly crushing it outright.

In years past, I would have called you Luo Han.

"And now?"

"What should you call me?"

The golden body leaned slightly forward as he stared at the lion-tiger beast, his deep voice booming like thunder.

"Hah! Hah!"

The lion-tiger beast, slammed to the ground and suppressed by the golden light-magma with not a shred of resistance left, could only glance sideways; amidst its heavy breathing, its ferocious face was twisted, eyes bulging as if about to burst.

"Dragon-Tiger Luo Han!"

(End of this chapter)