The moment these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the entire hall tensed up!
Dragon Gate!
They had also compromised with the Bai family.
Upon hearing this, Bai Fenglang's smile grew even more smug. With Dragon Gate's submission, the task his teacher had given him was considered complete.
"Hahaha! Excellent! Excellent!"
Bai Fenglang roared with laughter, "With the assistance of Master Han, I believe my Bai family can surely eliminate these rebels and prove our righteousness."
From this point on, with the exception of Heavenly Sword Mountain, which was not present, all other invited ancient martial arts factions had bowed down to Bai Fenglang.
His gaze shifted, falling upon Fang Junxue, and he chuckled with unrestrained arrogance, "I know you've brought quite a few people with you. What, still going to keep them hidden?"
From Bai Fenglang's words, an invincible confidence could be felt. It was as if no matter who Fang Junxue had brought, he was already assured of victory.
"Your confidence rests on them?"
Fang Junxue glanced indifferently at Han Tiandao and the others, her voice cold, "If that's the case, then it's truly disappointing!"
"No need to rush, you'll have to get past this hurdle first!"
Bai Fenglang waved his hand forward. All the ancient martial artists behind him strode out, their auras unleashed. Dozens of torrents of True Qi converged, creating a surging wind that changed the very heavens and earth at that moment.
The ground, under this formidable power, gradually began to break apart. Ferocious cracks snaked their way towards Fang Junxue's position.
In response, Fang Junxue and the other two women remained unmoved, not even showing signs of preparing to attack.
These people were not worthy of their efforts.
"Since you wish to wield the power of ancient martial artists, I shall grant your wish!"
Fang Junxue's cold eyes narrowed, a frigid glint flowing within her beautiful gaze. Her red lips parted slightly, "I trouble you all!"
The instant her voice faded, the crack in front of them, like a devouring behemoth, was less than a meter away from the three women. In the next second, it could swallow them whole.
But at this very moment, a single cold star emerged from the vast expanse of the sky, carrying an unstoppable sharpness that violently struck the ground.
Rumble!
A deafening sound of shattering stone assaulted everyone's eardrums. Dust billowed, and violent tremors spread outwards. The terrifying cracks that had been lunging to engulf Fang Junxue and the two women were completely halted at this instant.
This was because their path of advance had become a deep abyss. And at the center of that abyss stood a silver-white spear exuding a dominant aura.
It was the power of this single spear that had annihilated all the gathered might of the ancient martial artists and directly altered the terrain of the Bai family courtyard.
Save for the area behind Fang Junxue and the two women, the entire courtyard was in disarray after the sky-piercing spear struck.碎石横飞, causing a lingering heavy atmosphere in the scene.
All the ancient martial artists were stunned at this moment.
If that spear had been aimed at them just now, would anyone have survived?
They did not know.
Nor did they dare to imagine.
"A bunch of petty clowns, daring to be so presumptuous!"
At this moment, a deep, thunderous voice descended from high above. Following the source of the sound, all the ancient martial artists instinctively looked up at the sky.
But this glance almost scared them out of their wits.
In the sky, four figures had appeared at some point.
If Du Yuemian were present, she would likely be familiar with these figures. She had crossed paths with them many times before in the Heavenly Guarding Land.
"You dare lay a hand on my Brother Ye's women? Are you seeking death?"
The person speaking at this moment was a young man.
He wore flowing robes, possessed handsome features, and his brows were filled with an untamed spirit. Holding a long spear casually on his shoulder, he looked down at the crowd with disdain.
His name was Fu Zhantian!
He was the young island master of Wushuang Island, one of the four great powers in the ancient martial arts world.
The imposing middle-aged man standing before him was none other than his father, the island master of Wushuang Island… Fu Tianxing.
The spear that had struck earlier had come from him.
To the right of this father and son pair, two graceful figures hovered in the air. The one in front was a beautiful woman who retained her allure.
Though described as a mature beauty, time seemed to have left no trace on her exquisite features. She appeared to be in her early thirties at most, still in the prime of her womanhood.
Her delicate, moist snow-white skin would make countless women envious. Her clear, mirror-like eyes seemed to hold a myriad of tender emotions.
And she held a noble title.
The Mistress of the Dragon Phoenix Pavilion!
Her name was Luo Xia, and she was revered as… the Phoenix Luan Martial God.
The woman behind Luo Xia was her prized disciple.
With phoenix-like eyes and eyebrows, clad in a golden trailing gown, she possessed an elegant and regal demeanor. Her black hair was lightly tied with a delicate jade hairpin, perfectly showcasing her flawless, fair neck.
She was undeniably beautiful. A single glance was enough to make countless people lose themselves.
Her name was Xi Yao!
She was also the inheritor Phoenix Son of the Dragon Phoenix Pavilion.
Standing together, these two women, if one did not know their relationship, would surely mistake them for a pair of stunning sisters, each radiating a charm that added a rich hue to the colors of this world.
Upon seeing these four appear, not only were the ancient martial artists below stunned, but even Ye Ming, who was in a special space, felt a great deal of surprise.
He had never expected that the helpers Fang Junxue had mentioned would be these people.
He certainly had not forgotten Xi Yao and the others.
During their previous expedition to the Heavenly Guarding Land, if he hadn't intervened, Fu Tianxing and Luo Xia would have already perished in the trial assessment of the inner perimeter.
Ye Ming had only casually mentioned these matters to Fang Junxue before. He hadn't expected to see them here today.
"Ye Ming! Who are they!"
Beside Ye Ming, Nangong Qianyu's beautiful eyes swept over Luo Xia and her disciple, asking with a hint of interrogation in her voice.
She had never seen these two before!
"Could it be..."
Her mind suddenly conjured a bold idea, and she stared intently at Ye Ming, her delicate fists clenched.
"You this..."
Seeing Nangong Qianyu's expression, Ye Ming could guess what was going through her little head.
"You, you!"
He couldn't help but shake his head in exasperation, then proceeded to explain the whole story.
...
Outside the special space, with the appearance of Fu Tianxing and the others, the situation instantly became tense. Especially the spear on the ground, radiating a terrifying battle intent, instilled a sense of dread in the ancient martial artists.
"Who are you people?"
Bai Fenglang's expression turned grim. His intelligence had no information about these individuals.
Moreover, he could keenly sense that the aura of ancient martial artists on these people was very faint.
Instead, there was a rich essence of immortal cultivation.
It was just that they had not fully transformed.
"Could it be that all of these individuals have stepped onto the path of immortality?"