Seeing this scene, Feng Haiyang immediately understood the intentions of the Xuanmen people. His eyes flickered with uncertainty as a thought arose in his mind, "The Escape Skill of Huo Xuan and the others can’t compare to mine. Why not try to kill Zhang Yan and Xun Huaiying first?"

But then, upon further thought, he realized it wasn’t feasible. His goal was to ensure the Xuanmen members didn’t obtain even a trace of Junyang Essence. Killing Xun and Zhang wouldn’t be so easy, and if he lingered too long, who knew if the Junyang Pot might be taken by the Xuanmen people? Just now, he clearly saw that the Treasure Mirror was in Huo Xuan’s hands.

Zhong Muqing had previously believed that Zhang Yan would be targeted because he carried several token talismans. However, Feng Haiyang didn’t think so. In his view, Zhang Yan was still just a disciple of the Mingcang Sect. Even though his combat ability was strong, his ranking was still below Huo and Zhong. Judging by their actions, the token talismans were likely given to Huo Xuan, which would allow the extraction of most of the Junyang Essence in one go.

Feng Haiyang’s thoughts turned quickly, and he decided not to tangle with the two any longer. Just then, he felt a chill rising in his body as sword light approached once more. With a motion of his fingers, a devil willingly collided with the flying sword. At the same time, he unleashed his tunneling light, intending to pursue Huo Xuan and the others.

Xun Huaiying’s gaze was cold as he pointed a finger and employed the "Near and Far" technique. Just as the sword light was about to touch the devil, it suddenly vanished, reappearing behind Feng Haiyang in an instant. With the sound of a sword’s song, the white light flashed like lightning, slicing him in two.

The reason the devil was able to block the sword light before was because he didn’t know that flying swords couldn’t cut this entity. Now encountering it again, how could he make the same mistake? Instead, Feng Haiyang was caught off guard and was struck.

Seeing his strike succeed, the Gang Cloud above Zhang Yan’s head trembled and expanded to a size of hundreds of feet. Shortly after, dozens of purple lightning bolts struck down, taking advantage of the situation to break a stream of Tribulation Water, making it impossible to regroup.

At this moment, a drop of water flickered, flying afar in an instant. With a booming sound, yet another wave surged forth, and within, a plume of yellow smoke rose. As it whirled in mid-air, Feng Haiyang reappeared, his face cold as ice. He raised his hand to grab in a particular direction. After a moment, the two suddenly felt an invisible pressure surging from all around, relentlessly compressing them, immobilizing their bodies.

Zhang Yan immediately sensed that this time Feng Haiyang’s use of the Forbidden Locking Heaven and Earth Skill was several degrees fiercer than before. It not only increased in power but also became faster to wield, clearly becoming more adept with each use.

He looked up and saw that after employing the technique, Feng Haiyang didn’t bother with them but flew southward in pursuit. Consequently, Zhang Yan called upon the Star Sword Ball in his heart. In the ancient sky above, thirty-six sword lights like golden rainbows and silver stars shot from all directions.

Xun Huaiying saw this as an opportune moment to strike, using the Casting to drive the sword. The sword ball shot forth like a streak of light, charging in from afar to attack.

Feng Haiyang was besieged from several paths, his escape routes sealed in all directions, leaving no room to dodge. His body was once again slashed to pieces, falling into the Tribulation Water.

Zhang Yan’s eyes glinted slightly. In the world of Daoist Skills, there is no unbreakable method. Since clashing with Feng Haiyang, he had been secretly contemplating how to counteract the Death Replacement Technique the opponent used. After several observations, he had vaguely grasped a clue, but it was not yet confirmed and needed another attempt to be certain.

Within a few breaths, the sound of waves roared from a thousand feet away, and Feng Haiyang emerged from the Tribulation Water again. His eyes were filled with cold fury, realizing that unless he trapped or killed these two, escape would be extremely difficult.

Slightly inhaling, he suddenly let out a long chant, and with a gust of Gang Wind, he lifted his wrist, pressing downward.

Both felt a startling Gang Wind bearing down on them, quickly deploying their Protective Treasure Light. Zhang Yan even summoned the Qiankun Leaf for careful defense.

This time, Feng Haiyang used his full Qi Power to command the Gang Wind, forcefully pressing them. This technique was purely about using Mana to oppress opponents. Although injuring them was unlikely, it prevented them from employing any tactics in response.

Compared to Feng Haiyang, Zhang Yan and Xun Huaiying’s Mana was still lacking. Facing such a brutal and savage method, they had no suitable countermeasures for the moment, only careful defense. However, this method couldn’t last long, and soon enough, they believed he would have to withdraw.

After suppressing the two, Feng Haiyang chanted quietly, then with a light flick of his sleeve, an item suddenly flew out. It appeared to be a scroll, and as it reached mid-air, it unfurled with the wind, growing larger and larger, seemingly about to extend to the ends of the earth.

Zhang Yan immediately sensed something amiss. Taking advantage of the moment when Feng Haiyang’s Gang Wind weakened slightly, he forcefully activated the Little All Heaven Moving Technique. Although greatly restricted within this confinement, with a solid foundation, there was no concern about running out of Mana. He cast it repeatedly over a dozen times, almost breaking through the confines, but then felt his eardrums vibrate. Above, it darkened, and he found himself plunged into darkness.

A few moments later, a light emerged, revealing countless mountains arranged before him, with many winding paths appearing among the valleys.

Looking below, Feng Haiyang saw a ten-mile radius ensnared by this map, steadying himself with a certain heart.

This treasure, named "Ten Thousand Mountains Illusion Map," was given by a dear friend from his sect. It reputedly originated from a Bu Tian Pavilion disciple’s possession. The map contained over a hundred small paths, but only nine led to exits. Taking a wrong path meant starting all over again.

Since it couldn’t harm but only trap people, and casting it consumed considerable Mana, Feng Haiyang had always considered it futile. But at this moment, to rid himself of the two, he didn’t hesitate to use great method to summon this treasure.

He snorted coldly, thinking, "Even if those two are exceptionally lucky and find the correct path, it would take at least a quarter of an hour to exit this map. The priority now is to find Huo Xuan and the others to prevent the Junyang Pot from being taken." With that, he leaped, transforming into a streak of yellow smoke, rushing southward.

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