"Moon-devouring Nether Prison, Han Yan, go!!!" In the distance, the anxious shout from Ye Lanfeng echoed.

Before the voice finished, Ye Lanfeng suddenly turned around and rushed towards Mu Hanyan. At this time, the Black-clothed Man was just about to strike with his palm, but Ye Lanfeng didn’t dodge or evade, completely disregarding life and death.

The Black-clothed Man’s palm paused slightly, seemingly wanting to retract, but Ye Lanfeng’s strength was so formidable that even he dared not be careless. This palm had been charged for a long time, and it was not so easy to pull back.

"Boom" The overwhelming palm strike landed heavily on Ye Lanfeng’s back.

Ye Lanfeng spewed a mouthful of blood but did not stop, using that palm force to fly even faster towards Mu Hanyan.

Hearing Ye Lanfeng’s shout, Mu Hanyan knew that the situation was probably even more dire than she had imagined. Without the slightest hesitation, she flew back swiftly.

At this time, a gap appeared in the shadow of the sky, and a sliver of moonlight shone through, revealing a dim crimson color, so dazzling and eerie, causing an immense shock to the heart. It seemed like the alternation of life and death, the reincarnation of heaven and earth.

But in that very moment of life and death’s alternation and heaven and earth’s reincarnation, the dark force instead reached its peak, the entire canyon filled with the dim crimson glow, as if burning in the lava of the Netherworld Hell.

By this glow, everyone saw the Netherworld Beast once again.

With a low growl, its figure suddenly became illusory, twisting and changing.

Suddenly, the entire world slightly trembled, and a tall, slender young man in crimson battle armor appeared in view, his purple hair wildly dancing in the wind, with a scar running from his forehead to the corner of his mouth, sometimes visible amidst the flying purple hair. It looked so fierce and wicked, yet with a bizarre beauty.

He still maintained the previous pouncing stance of the Netherworld Beast, but his speed had increased several times. The twisting, snake-like longsword in his hand directly aimed at Mu Hanyan’s Heart Meridian, its sword power continuously rising.

Middle Stage Great Sword Master, Late Stage, Sword Saint...

"Star Fall, Eight Desolates!" Mu Hanyan slashed with all her might.

But with her strength suppressed back to that of a Great Sword Master, how could she contend with a Sword Saint? Moreover, the opponent’s strength was by no means an ordinary Sword Saint, not even much inferior to Ye Lanfeng.

The Star Falling in Eight Desolates sword, resembling a falling meteor, was broken by the opponent’s strike.

Powerful energy surged in, Mu Hanyan’s body shook violently, spurting blood, shockingly causing her to fly into the air.

The snake-like longsword, yet exhausted of its force, continued to shadow her, stabbing toward her Heart Meridian.

"Han Yan!" Huayue, Zirong, Jiang Yuzhe, and Tang Bufan all turned pale with fright, hurriedly halting their retreat to fly in front of Mu Hanyan.

The snake-like longsword gently swayed, seemingly so unrestrained. Yet as the blade quivered, a mass of dark red flame suddenly ignited, filled with the power of death and destruction.

Several muffled groans sounded simultaneously, and Huayue and the others fell heavily to the ground, coughing up blood, obviously severely injured.

As the flame swept past, the surrounding human cultivators also suffered greatly. The Fifth Prince, Qu Fengting, and the few hundred noble family’s sons following closely behind Mu Hanyan bore the brunt.

In the groans, hundreds of people spewed blood and fell heavily injured. Within ten feet, aside from Mu Hanyan, not a single person could stand.

Although these people had strength far beneath Mu Hanyan, they were nevertheless Sword Masters and above, and with numbers on their side, many of them even had Exotic Beasts guarding them. Yet they could not withstand even one of his strikes. Just how formidable had his strength become!

But at this moment, nobody cared about their amazement; everyone’s eyes were on Mu Hanyan.

The serpent-like longsword that symbolized death still aimed at her Heart Meridian, getting closer and closer! Everyone’s heart was in their throat.

The turn of events was too sudden; the purple-haired man’s power surged too abruptly, too powerfully. Among the onlookers, only Ye Lanfeng had the strength to contend with him, the only one who could save Mu Hanyan. But entangled with the mysterious and powerful Black-clothed Man, he was already far from the gorge, and even if he returned at the risk of severe injury, it was too late.

"Kill, kill..." On Beining Pass, the remaining soldiers and civilians had blood-red eyes, shouting and charged down the pass.

Without Mu Hanyan, Beining Pass couldn’t have held till now. Without Mu Hanyan, they wouldn’t have survived till now, witnessing Mu Hanyan’s life hanging by a thread, all their blood boiled.

They knew that with their strength, they couldn’t possibly contend with the Netherworld Beast-turned purple-haired man, rushing up was a path to death. They only hoped that their deaths could buy Mu Hanyan a sliver of a chance to live. This was their only belief.

Unfortunately, Beining Pass was still several thousand feet away from the canyon. Even if they were willing to sacrifice their lives for Mu Hanyan, there was no time.

"Sword Break, All Laws..." Ye Lanfeng let out a long howl, and with all his strength, threw the Thousand Break Sword.

The sound of it piercing the air was heart-wrenching. The longsword flying in as if pierced through space, through heaven and earth, so fast the naked eye could hardly capture it.

"Sss!" With a light sound, the Thousand-breaking Sword pierced through the chest of the purple-haired man, bringing out a spray of fresh blood.

Everyone was invigorated, about to cheer. But immediately, their expressions simultaneously fell, the cheer stuck in their throats, unable to make a sound.

Just as Ye Lanfeng’s Thousand-breaking Sword passed through the chest of the purple-haired man, his snake-like longsword also pierced into Mu Hanyan’s Heart Meridian.

The dark aura of destruction and death surged like a flood breaking its banks, the power so immense that in a moment, her Eight Extraordinary Meridians and five viscera and six bowels shattered, the Heart Meridian cracked like a crystal struck hard.

Within the Heart Meridian, the ancient, solid Heart Protecting Divine Sword reappeared, emitting a mysterious light, staunchly resisting that dark aura.

Yet even Mu Hanyan’s last life-saving magical treasure, the Heart Protecting Divine Sword, could not withstand the Dark Power. After all, the laws within it differed entirely from the Holy Court Continent and the Divine Continent, and the purple-haired man’s cultivation at this moment was far above hers.

"Hahahahaha..." The purple-haired man laughed wildly, clearly believing he had succeeded in taking Mu Hanyan’s life with a single blow.

(It’s really hot lately, constantly above thirty degrees here. I’m staying at home under the air conditioner not wanting to go out. Everyone, take care of yourselves and don’t get heatstroke.)