As Lu Xiao Yun left, Yang Wanyi turned her gaze towards Luo Feng with her clear eyes.

"What was all that about just now? Why did Lu Xiao Yun appear here?"

Luo Feng gently exhaled and smiled, "Haven’t you already figured it out?"

Yang Wanyi blinked her beautiful eyes, and smiled softly, "I’m not a three-year-old. Lu Xiao Yun is reckless, and given your previous grudges, how could he have helped you kill the Blood Saber Demon General? Moreover..."

Yang Wanyi glanced downward, raised her eyebrows, and said:

"The Blood Saber Demon General was injured by my father, his prowess greatly diminished, and he’s no longer a match for you. Yet Lu Xiao Yun struck twice."

Luo Feng touched his nose, with a wry smile, "I really can’t hide anything from you."

"Of course."

Yang Wanyi cast a sidelong glance at Luo Feng, a trace of a smile appearing on her red lips, "So, tell me, what really happened? Judging by Lu Xiao Yun’s mood, he seemed to harbor traces of killing intent against you."

Luo Feng nodded slightly, "During the battle with the Blood Saber Demon General, I sensed another presence."

"Was it Lu Xiao Yun?" Yang Wanyi furrowed her brow.

"Almost certainly."

Upon hearing this, Yang Wanyi’s eyes reflected chills. Connecting the dots, she surmised the situation and said, "Looks like he wanted to kill someone using proxy. He shamelessly claimed he came to Dayang City to eliminate the Demon Sect evil, such arrogance. My husband, do you have the head of the Blood Saber Demon General?"

"Yes."

Luo Feng nodded and recounted the events that had transpired.

"Hehe, no wonder Lu Xiao Yun looked so displeased when he left."

After listening, Yang Wanyi’s eyes sparkled, and she continued, "Lu Xiao Yun is reckless and will surely bear a grudge. I don’t know what fortunes he encountered, but his cultivation speed is astonishing. Just months apart, and he’s already at the ninth level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm. My husband, when you encounter him, be cautious and don’t act recklessly. Moreover, at this year’s New Dragon Ranking Tournament, he will surely target you."

"I understand, thank you for the reminder."

Luo Feng nodded slightly, aware of Lu Xiao Yun’s murderous aura, refraining due to Yang Dingtian’s presence. As for the New Dragon Ranking Tournament, there are still six months remaining; it’s anyone’s guess who will prevail.

"Though the Blood Poison Demon General and the Blood Saber Demon General are dead, there are countless blood corpses in Dayang City. Let’s return," Luo Feng said.

"Alright."

Yang Wanyi nodded; the millions of blood corpses posed a dire threat. If they invaded the city, Dayang City would be destroyed in mere moments.

Swish! Swish!

Their bodies surged with Yuan Qi, swiftly taking flight.

In moments, they arrived at Dayang City.

Outside the city walls, stretching dozens of miles, the area had become a battlefield.

Martial Artists and blood corpses fought fiercely, everywhere were broken swords, limbs, with blood staining the ground red. Only the blinding sunlight pouring between clouds brought some brightness to the grim scene.

"Are you alright?"

Yang Dingtian turned back seeing Luo Feng and Yang Wanyi, and asked.

Luo Feng replied, "I’m fine. I’ve acquired the head of the Blood Saber Demon General."

"That’s good."

Yang Dingtian nodded, glancing in the direction Luo Feng arrived from, showing a sharp edge, subtly indicating:

"Son-in-law, remember, you belong to Dayang Mansion; no one can oppress you, else they’ll stand against us."

Luo Feng’s heart stirred, aware that Yang Dingtian had long realized about Lu Xiao Yun, he cupped his hands, "Thank you, father-in-law."

Yang Dingtian nodded, turning his gaze towards Dayang City, instructing the head of Huo family and Old Master Chen:

"The endurance of blood corpses far surpasses human Martial Artists; let’s act."

"Alright."

Both heads responded in unison.

"Father-in-law, I’ll join you."

"Me too."

Luo Feng and Yang Wanyi were about to follow.

"No need."

Yang Dingtian glanced at the meditating Elder Huang, waved his hand, "Stay here."

Boom!

As Yang Dingtian’s words fell, a burst of flame erupted in the sky, he and the two family heads swiftly ascended.

Yang Dingtian surveyed the dense battleground below, saying, "The Demon Sect from West Desert and the territorial nations will clash eventually. Today serves as the training; we’ll kill half the blood corpses, leaving the rest for their own handling."

"Hahahahaha... I’ll act first."

The head of Huo family, impatient, laughed wildly, golden aura rising from his body, diving down without slowing, charged into the swarm of blood corpses, instantly, his powerful aura permeated the battlefield, as if a sun descending upon the earth.

Boom boom boom boom boom boom...

The ground trembled as the head of the Huo family laughed fiercely, charged through the blood corpses, wherever he passed, the ground was scraped away a layer, before blood corpses could approach, they were ignited, turning into fiery figures, vanishing in an instant.

"So old already, but your temper hasn’t changed a bit."

Old Master Chen shook his head slightly, as the cyan sword in his hand was unsheathed, with a layer of azure Sword Gang rippling on the blade, shimmering like real water waves flowing on it, full of spiritual energy.

"Azure Luan Returns to Nest!"

Although Old Master Chen’s presence wasn’t as domineering as the head of the Huo family, his swordsmanship was equally formidable. With a swing in the air, the light blue Sword Gang transformed into a giant azure Luan, carrying a chilling aura, shooting down from the sky.

Crack! Crack...

Wherever the Azure Luan Sword Gang passed, a massive swath of blood corpses was frozen into ice and then shattered all over the ground.

"So powerful, this strike probably killed thousands of blood corpses."

"Of course, these are both the head of the Huo family and Old Master Chen, both seasoned top experts of the Spiritual Rotation Realm."

"Look quickly, the Dayang Mansion’s City Lord Yang is about to act!"

Seeing the two family heads slaughtering blood corpses like chopping weeds, nearby martial artists were full of shock.

At the same time, a figure flew to a very high place.

Hovering in mid-air, Yang Dingtian’s robes fluttered with the wind, his eyes containing endless might. His hands were held as if holding a giant ball in front of his chest.

The next moment.

A fireball appeared between his palms, extremely concentrated, shining with a dazzling golden light, with even a faint flicker of thunder light seen around it.

"Three-Thousand Golden Flame Explosion!"

With a loud shout, Yang Dingtian pushed his palms forward, and the golden fireball shot downward.

Boom!

The golden fireball expanded against the wind, swelling to a size of hundred meters in the blink of an eye, exploding in mid-air. In an instant, the world seemed to turn into a world of flames. The intense flame light illuminated a hundred miles around, blindingly bright, as the golden fireball transformed into countless golden flames shooting down, covering a range of thousands of meters.

Rumble, rumble, rumble...

Thundering booms echoed like the entire Dayang City was shaking, with flames raining down from the sky like comets crashing down, bringing doomsday, with an overwhelmingly domineering aura instilling fear in countless hearts.

The sound continued for three or four breaths of time. When everything calmed down and everyone saw the sight before them, they couldn’t help but take a sharp intake of breath.

Within a radius of a thousand meters, all the blood corpses had vanished, and the ground was dug down four or five meters deep, dotted with charred craters, with molten lava visible inside. The intense heat even completely melted the rocks.

"How terrifying! This is the power of a True Yuan Realm martial artist’s strike. This alone must have obliterated tens of thousands of blood corpses. A hundred of me, a thousand of me couldn’t compare."

"Indeed. Under the True Yuan Realm, everyone is an ant. Only the aura alone makes a True Yuan Realm martial artist far stronger than a Spiritual Rotation Realm martial artist, far stronger."

Gazing at Yang Dingtian standing tall in the sky, many people’s initial shock turned into admiration and fear.

Sigh...

Luo Feng was also stirred with excitement. Although it wasn’t the first time he had seen a True Yuan Realm martial artist in action, the yearning for immense strength in his heart was uncontrollable.

"I wonder why father-in-law doesn’t let us go slaughter the blood corpses."

Returning to the ground, Luo Feng wondered aloud. There were no blood corpse activities nearby, and even if they needed to protect Elder Huang and the unconscious Lin Hongyi, leaving one person would have sufficed. Having just fully fused the fourth form of Thunder Fire Shocking Heavens, he wanted to try its ultimate power.

Yang Wanyi shook her head; she too didn’t understand why her father wanted her and Luo Feng to stay behind.

At this moment, Elder Huang, who was meditating with his eyes closed, opened them.

"Uncle Huang!"

Seeing Elder Huang awake, Yang Wanyi hurried over, with Luo Feng following behind.

Upon getting closer, Yang Wanyi’s expression changed: "Uncle Huang, what’s wrong with you?"

Elder Huang, though over a hundred years old, as a cultivation practitioner, always had a healthy complexion. His hair and beard were white, yet he appeared spirited usually, without any signs of aging.

Yet now, Elder Huang’s once plump skin was showing fine wrinkles, and his eyes had become extremely cloudy, akin to a normal old man close to the end of his life.

Luo Feng glanced at Uncle Huang, frowning as the other’s aura remained strong but was swiftly fading.

"Cough, little Wan’er, I have no family in this world, I’ve always considered you as my own. I originally wanted to see your wedding day. Unfortunately, it seems I won’t live to see that day." Elder Huang shook his head, his voice hoarse.

Yang Wanyi’s eyes reddened, she held Elder Huang’s right hand, forcing a smile:

"Uncle Huang, our Dayang Commerce Alliance has various spirit pills; you’ll surely be fine. When my wedding day comes, I still need to serve you tea."

Elder Huang looked at Luo Feng, a gentle smile appearing on his face: "I won’t get to drink that tea. Seeing the two of you today, I’ve already fulfilled this wish."

Luo Feng frowned slightly and took out a Qingling Revitalizing Pill, stepping forward:

"Senior, this is a fifth-grade healing spirit pill, the Qingling Revitalizing Pill. Please take it quickly."

Elder Huang did not reach for the pill but shook his head, "I forcibly used secret techniques, exhausting my vital essence. My oil is exhausted and the lamp is dead. Even a fifth-grade spirit pill is of no use."

Seeing the two fall silent, Elder Huang smiled and said:

"No need to be like this. Ordinary Spiritual Rotation Realm martial artists can at most live to be one hundred and forty years old. This year I’m already one hundred and forty-five, long past the limit. I’ve lived till today all thanks to the Three Day Torrential Cloud Art I’ve cultivated. In my life, I haven’t achieved much. I once had a disciple, but he died unexpectedly, leaving only this cultivation. Fortunately, the Three Day Torrential Cloud Art can pass the original Yuan Qi to another. Luo Feng, I plan to pass on this cultivation to you, so my life won’t have been for nothing."

Elder Huang raised his head, his gaze meeting Luo Feng’s.

Luo Feng was stunned:

"Senior, what are you saying?"