At that moment, Cold Blood Iron General sized up Ye Fan and then sneered, "It seems you have indeed become a cripple, but not crippled enough, I see!"

As he spoke, Cold Blood Iron General gathered his True Qi. An eerie, blood-colored power converged around him, looking sinister and terrifying—truly befitting his name. At the same time, Frost Ice Iron General’s expression remained calm, seemingly unaffected. Seeing this, Heartless Iron General instantly lowered his guard. From the looks of it, nothing was out of place, so there shouldn’t be a problem.

However, just then, the seemingly dying Ye Fan suddenly snapped his eyes open.

"Returning to the Sect Sword!"

Ye Fan’s Sword Qi was unbelievably swift as it shot toward Cold Blood Iron General. The Iron General never expected Ye Fan to be so fast, and the Returning to the Sect Sword struck him squarely. An instant later, a mist of blood erupted from his body.

The next moment, Cold Blood Iron General let out a piercing scream that snapped everyone back to their senses.

"Dammit, it’s a trap!" Heartless Iron General roared.

But at that very moment, Frost Ice Iron General struck him with a Frost Cold Palm. Heartless Iron General coughed up a spray of blood. With two Iron Generals now wounded, they realized in horror that this banquet had been a trap all along.

Ye Fan and Frost Ice Iron General stood together, calmly observing the two injured men.

"Frost Ice Iron General, why did you plot against us?" Heartless Iron General demanded furiously. He couldn’t accept this reality. Although they had their minor frictions, they were ultimately trivial. At the end of the day, they were all on the same side. Who could have imagined they would be ambushed like this?

Cold Blood Iron General was a mangled, bloody mess, having taken the full force of the Returning to the Sect Sword. Both he and Heartless Iron General were seething with rage.

"It’s simple," Frost Ice Iron General said. "My way of thinking is different from yours. You two seek to evade your responsibilities, whereas I have chosen to bear mine. If I don’t kill you, you will surely kill me." He had a clear grasp of the situation.

Cold Blood Iron General snarled, "Do you think you can control everything just by ambushing us? You’re too naive!" As he spoke, he began to gather all his strength, and his wounds started to slowly heal.

Ye Fan stated calmly, "I believe we have all the strength we need to control everything."

"Attack!"

With that command, Ye Fan charged toward Cold Blood Iron General. Meanwhile, Frost Ice Iron General continued to use his Frost Cold Technique to engage Heartless Iron General in battle. The area had become their battlefield.

Cold Blood Young Master and Young Master Wuqing were outraged by this turn of events, but they were powerless. Seeing their chance, they chose to flee, moving with great speed. However, just as they reached the prison gateway, they froze in shock.

Young Master Shuangbing was standing right in front of them.

"Gentlemen, what’s the hurry?" Young Master Shuangbing said with a smile. "Stay for a while. I’ll treat you to some drinks!"

The two young masters were instantly enraged.

"Young Master Shuangbing, we were once friends who fought side by side!" Cold Blood Young Master shouted. "Even if our elders now have different goals, that shouldn’t affect our relationship! Are you really going to stand in our way?"

Young Master Wuqing added, "This is a test of our friendship. I hope it can withstand this test and not prove to be meaningless!"

Young Master Shuangbing’s expression turned complex. Seeing this, the two thought they saw a chance to survive.

Young Master Wuqing pressed on, "Do you remember those glorious days when the three of us adventured through the Secular World together? You always told us not to be reckless. Looking back, those were happy times!"

"Say no more!" Young Master Shuangbing snapped.

The two immediately fell silent, knowing they were in no position to argue.

Young Master Shuangbing’s heart pounded in his chest. With a pained look, he said, "I’ll let you leave."

"Our good friend! We will remember this kindness forever!" Cold Blood Young Master and Young Master Wuqing exclaimed, overjoyed.

However, just as they reached him, Young Master Shuangbing made his move. With a swift motion, he slashed down with his sword. Both men cried out in agony as they scrambled back, unable to completely avoid the attack.

Suddenly, Young Master Shuangbing’s expression twisted into a sneer. He looked down at the two men struggling on the ground and said, "You’re trying that sob story on *me*? Am I that gullible? I’ll give you a real sob story!"

He immediately raised his sword and began hacking down at them. With each slash, the two men screamed in agony. He lost count of how many times he struck them; all he knew was that they were a bloody, mangled mess by the time he was done. Only then did he finally sheathe his longsword.

He had quite a grudge against these two. Back in the Secular World, they had plotted against him, made things difficult for him, and had even tried to kill him at every turn. He had been forced to be constantly on guard. And now, to hear them tell it, they were comrades who had been through thick and thin.

Comrades, my ass!

He put away his sword, knowing that the deepest part of the prison was no longer a battlefield he could influence. That was where the King of Heaven and his own father were fighting. With that, he quickly left the prison behind.

*** 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Meanwhile, inside the prison, Ye Fan unleashed two domineering streams of Sword Qi. The strikes slammed into Cold Blood Iron General, carving new wounds into his body. From the moment their fight began, he had been completely outmatched, suffering several severe injuries from Ye Fan’s sword. He was in a truly miserable state.

In contrast, while Heartless Iron General was also being heavily suppressed by Frost Ice Iron General, he was in significantly better condition.

They had both started with similar injuries, but the strength of their opponents was vastly different. Cold Blood Iron General had always assumed this so-called King of Heaven was weak. Now, they realized his strength surpassed that of any of the four Iron Generals. In a one-on-one fight, not even Tianxiong Iron General would be his match. They recalled that even when they had captured Tianxiong Iron General, they hadn’t suffered such severe injuries, although that victory had been entirely due to a clever plot.

"Do you think you can kill me with just a sword?" Cold Blood Iron General snarled. "You underestimate me! I’ll show you why they call me the Cold Blood Iron General!"

"I’ll be waiting," Ye Fan replied calmly.

Cold Blood Iron General roared and unleashed his Cold Blood Great Method. The technique surged forth, forming a single, monstrous Blood Demon with five heads, each crowned with a faintly glowing Everlasting Lamp. Ye Fan was stunned by the utterly bizarre sight.

These five massive heads were the true Cold Blood Great Method; what Cold Blood Young Master had displayed before was mere child’s play in comparison. The five ferocious heads charged, intent on tearing Ye Fan to pieces. He fought desperately to fend them off in the terrifying spectacle.

Driving the Cold Blood Great Method, Cold Blood Iron General moved in to rip Ye Fan apart.

In a moment of desperation, Ye Fan roared, "Pure Yang Divine Fist!"

The fist of pure Yang energy shot toward one of the heads, and it instantly exploded. Yet, Cold Blood Iron General remained unfazed. The heads could regenerate, so losing one was of no consequence.

However, just as he was gloating, he realized in horror that the Pure Yang Divine Fist hadn’t dissipated. It had broken through the defenses of the Cold Blood Great Method and was now hurtling straight for him.