"Method?"

Yu Yuan looked at the Golden Spirit Saint Mother with some surprise, momentarily unable to react.

In the past, the Golden Spirit Saint Mother had always directly told him what he should and shouldn't do, or asked him with a tone of helplessness or anger what exactly he intended to do.

This was the first time he had heard such a slightly pleading tone from her.

"Yes."

Under Yu Yuan's gaze, the Golden Spirit Saint Mother spoke solemnly, "That Kunpeng Ancestor's Dao Xing is profound, not something I can counteract alone. Your martial uncles and senior martial brothers might not necessarily be victorious against the Demon Saint Ying Zhao either..."

She paused briefly then continued in a deep voice, "If you can think of any methods to repel the enemy, then do not keep holding back."

Yu Yuan nodded slightly, his gaze shifting toward the Kunpeng Ancestor.

As a Quasi-Saint who had already severed his good and evil corporeal forms, the strength of the Kunpeng Ancestor was beyond doubt.

Although he could not kill Yu Yuan, conversely, Yu Yuan could not kill him either.

This had been evident from the earlier struggle to seize the Beiming Palace.

At that time, Yu Yuan had summoned up to eight Spiritual Treasures including the Purple Lightning Hammer, but only managed to block the Kunpeng Ancestor for a moment.

Yu Yuan's advantage lay in his tenacity and growing stronger with every hit. Yet, if it truly came to a fight, he feared he would only be able to compete with the Kunpeng Ancestor by using Fatian Xiangdi.

As he pondered his strategy, the Kunpeng Ancestor became increasingly fierce in battle.

A series of intense and dazzling golden lights soared tens of thousands of miles high, illuminating the land so clearly that it was difficult for one to keep their eyes open.

"All of you are but a strand of Divine Thought descending to this place, taking form by borrowing the power of Heaven and Earth; this seat will slay you all as easily as slaughtering dogs!"

The Kunpeng Ancestor bellowed angrily, raising his hand to repel the White Tiger Venerable Sage.

He fought ceaselessly against the four Venerable Sages, suppressing them firmly with his own strength alone, while still having surplus power to assault the Four Symbols Formation.

From time to time, he would strike out with his palm, causing the Four Symbols Tower to clang and already bear a web of cracks upon its body.

"Kill!"

The voice of the Kunpeng Ancestor thundered across the sky, carrying a sort of sonic mystical technique that caused many Immortal Gods thousands of miles away to bleed from their ears, experiencing unbearable pain.

Even the Golden Spirit Saint Mother knit her brows tightly, also feeling the discomfort.

But this was only the beginning.

In that instant, the Kunpeng Ancestor's body radiated an astonishing murderous intent; spears of golden Divine Spear shot into the sky, rising toward the Yun Xiao!

Above the Nine Heavens, spears of Divine Spear forested the sky, arranged horizontally in the air. Each spear condensed to a hundred zhang in length, with piercingly cold spearheads, growing even sharper, their radiance brilliant, and their murderous aura skyrocketing into the cosmos.

Each of these Golden Divine Spears had been forged from the feathers of the Kunpeng Ancestor and nurtured meticulously for hundreds of Yuanhui. They were perfectly sized according to Ruyi and sharp to the utmost degree, horrifying to the soul.

Looking around, Golden Divine Spears were everywhere, and the terrifying killing intent made one's heart tremble with fear.

The Kunpeng Ancestor stood with his hands behind his back, his golden eyes emitting a fierce killing intent, like an unsheathed blade, the light emitted causing palpitations.

"If you do not make way, then only the path of death remains!"

Kunpeng Ancestor let out a cold shout, and the Golden Divine Spears suspended above the Nine Heavens immediately poured down like torrential rain, streaking towards the four Holy Venerable Sages to pierce them.

Tens of thousands of Golden Divine Spears surged down, resembling four golden torrents, bearing an incomparably sharp killing intent, engulfing the four Holy Venerable Sages beneath.

Each Golden Divine Spear was as thick as a bucket, its tip mercilessly sharp, like countless flood dragons rushing over, unstoppable and invincible.

"Crack—"

This part of heaven and earth shattered like a mirror.

Lightning-shaped black fissures spread across the sky and the earth, and from them, vast amounts of foggy Chaos Qi spewed out, devouring and eroding the intact space around it.

Witnessing the breaking of heaven and earth, many Immortal Gods watching from afar felt a chill down their spine, constantly emitting cold air.

Although they were far away, they could still feel the resolute killing intent of the Kunpeng Ancestor, sending shivers as if falling into an ice cellar.

Merely spectators thousands of miles away felt this, let alone the four Holy Venerable Sages who bore the brunt of it.

The Golden Divine Spears fell from the sky, carrying a sharp and fierce power of slaughter, converging together to form a terrifying destructive torrent.

The four Holy Venerable Sages were directly submerged.

Without even a chance to gasp, they were instantly turned into dust under the onslaught of this destructive torrent.

Of course, what died were only the Divine Thoughts of the four Holy Venerable Sages, their true bodies were far away in the Four Extremes Sacred Realm, separated by countless Great Thousand Worlds.

"If you don't hand over Beiming Palace now, don't blame me for being impolite!"

Kunpeng Ancestor's gaze turned towards Yu Yuan and Golden Spirit Saint Mother, and without any visible movement from him, the four torrents changed direction, sweeping towards them.

"Ding Ding Dang Dang..."

The dense sounds of metal collision rang out as the Four Symbols Tower protecting the two of them trembled and swayed under the bombardment of the four golden torrents.

Cracks started to appear on the body of the tower, growing larger and gradually spreading throughout.

The defensive power of this top-notch Spiritual Treasure was astonishing, but it could not withstand the assault of the Kunpeng Ancestor for too long.

A trace of worry flickered in the Golden Spirit Saint Mother's eyes as she turned to her disciple and whispered, "Do you have a plan?"

"There is a plan, but it depends on whether our Ancestral Master will give face," answered Yu Yuan as he turned towards the direction of the Eastern Penglai Sacred Realm, bowed respectfully, and then spoke in a deep voice: "Master Ancestor above!

Today, the Kunpeng Demon Master is relying on his strength to bully and commit numerous evils, joining forces with Demon Clan remnants led by Ying Zhao, the Demon Saint, along with various Demon Gods and Demon Kings, attempting to plunder the Chaos Bell, the treasured artifact of our Jie Sect!"

Hearing these words, Kunpeng Ancestor, who was bombarding the Four Symbols Tower, got angry, his bushy eyebrows standing on end, and his eyes seemed ready to spew fire, cursing loudly, "You shameless thief! When did I ever join forces with that guy Ying Zhao?"

Yu Yuan continued loudly without paying any heed, "In order to protect the treasured artifact, my teacher fought alone against the Kunpeng Demon Master, and is now in imminent danger; my martial uncles are likewise few in number, attempting to fend off Ying Zhao, the Demon Saint, and other remnants of the Demon Clan, and now their life and death are unknown...

We, the disciples of the Jie Sect, abide by the teachings of the Hierarch to cultivate peacefully, coming here to repair the Chaos Bell to stabilize our Sect's fortune, yet did not expect to be struck by this unprovoked disaster!

I implore the Hierarch to show your majestic divine power and save my Teacher and my martial uncles!"

Golden Spirit Saint Mother watched Yu Yuan with a somewhat speechless expression; she had never expected Yu Yuan's method to be calling for help from the Master Venerable Saint!

And using their names at that!

Do they really not feel it disgraceful to call for help when outmatched?

They are not truly at a life-and-death juncture!

The Kunpeng Ancestor now doesn't even want to snatch the Chaos Bell anymore; he simply wants to reclaim his Beiming Palace.

For such a trivial matter, is it necessary to ask a Saint to back you up? If it really comes to it, you could just return the Beiming Palace to him!

Moreover, given your master's temperament, would he bother with your affair?Publication courtesy of *.

You should know that Saints remain outside the Three Realms and are not within the cycle of the Five Elements; they don't easily intervene.

However, Yu Yuan was quite confident.

Because the Kunpeng Ancestor initially came for the Chaos Bell!

After all, the Chaos Bell is a treasure he had intended to use to suppress the Jie Sect's fortune, and whoever dares to steal it is evidently challenging the Jie Sect.

Therefore, Yu Yuan had reason to believe that the Tongtian Sect Hierarch would absolutely not stand idly by and ignore this!

Otherwise, why would he send his senior uncles to assist?

Yet, this Upper Pure Saint is, after all, someone who cares about face.

He's far from his elder brother, as well as the Saint of the Western Region!

When his disciples are not in mortal danger, he certainly won't take direct action, to avoid the criticism of bullying the weak.

Yu Yuan's "call for help" gave him enough reason.

Now, if he still chose not to act, he would truly be at a loss for words.

As soon as Yu Yuan's speech ended, a streak of emerald spiritual light flew in front of him.

Within the light was an entirely green Immortal Sword.

The sword was not long, barely over three feet.

Its body was completely green, as if carved from some kind of jade, radiating a pure and clear spiritual light, condensing into layers of green lotus leaves.

Yu Yuan's heart brightened slightly.

This was the Sect Hierarch's personal sword, as well as his treasure of Dao confirmation - the Qingping Sword!

According to what the Tongtian Sect Hierarch personally mentioned during the last joint conference of the Three Sects, the Four Swords of Slaying Immortal and the Array Map were nourished within this Qingping Sword.

"It seems that the Master is really giving face."

Yu Yuan chuckled once, under the astonished gaze of the Golden Spirit Saint Mother. He gently grabbed the Qingping Sword, then confidently said to the Kunpeng Ancestor, "Demon Master, you still have time to leave now, or you'll have to leave something else behind here!"

"You despicable little thief!"

The Kunpeng Ancestor's face darkened, his fiery eyes fixed on Yu Yuan as he angrily said: "Just return the treasure promptly, and I shall immediately retreat to Beiming!"

"Don't you find it laughable to say such words, Demon Master?" Yu Yuan casually walked on air, smiling at the Kunpeng Ancestor: "Since you've come to snatch my Chaos Bell, do you think you can leave without paying a price?"

With that said, he swung the Qingping Sword gently.

Emerald lotus leaves appeared, lush and dripping with green hue.

The sword light spread like an ocean, as if a giant beast broke through the water within its midst, instantly filling the sky. It then transformed into a vast Peng, flapping its wings, soaring ninety-thousand miles in a blink, turning everything in its path to chaos.

This sword stroke soared directly ninety-thousand miles!

The Kunpeng Ancestor was also forced to retreat ninety-thousand miles.

His face looked unpleasant as he snorted coldly, but he also knew that this sword was merely a warning from the Saint; otherwise, he would not have been able to retreat unscathed.

Yet he was still unwilling to depart like this!

Including the Ancient Times, he had consecutively lost three Spiritual Treasures to Yu Yuan, an indignity he truly couldn't swallow!

"Insolence!"

The Kunpeng Ancestor shouted angrily.

Within the chaos, a pair of immense golden wings appeared. With only a light flap, this realm was split in two like a block of tofu.

Earth, water, fire, and wind surged forth, transforming into the most primal strength, sweeping towards Yu Yuan.

"Admit your mistakes when you're wrong, stand up straight when you're beaten... Demon Master, after so many years, don't you understand this logic?"

Yu Yuan, wielding the Qingping Sword, just swung it lightly.

"Pfft—"

Almost in an instant, one of those immense wings fell.

Golden blood flowed like a river, spilling across the sky.

"Ah!"

The Kunpeng Ancestor roared repeatedly, his golden hair standing on end and wildly dancing, his eyes flickering with hatred and anger.

Three Spiritual Treasures had been taken, and now one of his wings had been severed.

Though regenerating his body wasn't much effort, the humiliation and the powerlessness in the face of the Saint made him especially uncomfortable.

Unable to restrain himself, he let out a long howl and eventually disappeared within the chaos.

Yu Yuan did not pursue.

To be precise, the Tongtian Sect Hierarch did not agree with his wish to eradicate the problem at its root.

Both previous sword strikes had been issued on his behalf by the Tongtian Sect Hierarch, and not by his own strength.

Ah, the Sect Hierarch is too concerned with face!

Doesn't he know that "without removing the roots, the spring breeze will regenerate the weeds"?!

This role as Sect Hierarch he plays...

"Hmm?"

A soft exclamation arose from the depths of his heart.

Cough cough!

This Sect Hierarch is truly competent!

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