I tricked you into thinking you had the makings of an emperor, but you actually did it?

Even among the top ten sects, Zi Yan would be considered an exceptionally talented individual.

Not yet twenty years old, yet possessing five layers of divine power.

He was born with a handsome face, and his long, black hair was casually tied up, with a few strands falling unruly over his forehead.

He wore a long purple robe with flame-like patterns, and his whole demeanor exuded a wild and unruly aura.

He led the elite troops of the Purple Nether Sect to guard the volcano, where he encountered Zhang Haoran and his group.

"Even a bunch of rats dare to run this way."

Zi Yan glanced around and found that Zhang Haoran was only at the first level of the Divine Realm. A cold smile appeared on his lips.

He struck out with his palm from more than ten meters away.

The primordial true energy transformed into a gigantic, purple beast with bared fangs and claws, and soared into the sky.

Zhang Haoran gritted his teeth and swung his Reverse Butterfly to block.

With a loud bang, the purple flames exploded, but the crystallized reverse butterfly was unharmed, while Zhang Haoran's arms suffered a considerable impact.

"Ok?"

Zi Yan raised an eyebrow. He came from the demonic path and had never seen anyone use a person as a weapon.

"You call yourselves righteous, yet you refine people into divine weapons, making you even more demonic than us demons!" he shouted.

Zhang Haoran didn't argue. He was certain of one thing: the Reverse Butterfly could still hurt its opponent!

He wanted to recreate the tornado from before and push his leg techniques to their limits.

With the help of the Reverse Butterfly, it has the potential to fight.

Of course, it was only World War I.

Judging from the force of the recoil just now, he will also perish in the flames.

With no other choice, Zhang Haoran didn't waste any words.

Zi Yan seemed to sense his intention, let out a cold snort, and a majestic steel spear suddenly appeared in his hand.

The spear was entirely black, with purple flames emanating from its tip.

With a thud, he slammed his gun heavily on the ground.

Instantly, the ground erupted with magma, spraying everywhere, and the burning flames turned purple.

This scene left Zhang Haoran feeling utterly powerless; such a gap could not be bridged by courage and confidence alone.

Zi Yan could kill them all with a single shot.

"Kneel on the ground, bind your hands, and you might still live," Zi Yan shouted.

"Don't even think about it!" Zhang Haoran shouted coldly.

"Then go to hell."

Zi Yan didn't care; he originally thought that having more prisoners wouldn't be a bad thing.

Since you're so ungrateful, then burn me to a crisp.

With a swing of his spear, the ground cracked open, and magma erupted from it, rapidly approaching Zhang Haoran and his companions.

The scalding heat hit them, burning their skin.

Zhang Haoran put the butterfly down, wanting to maintain his last shred of dignity.

Suddenly, Zi Yan realized something.

A sword flew over and landed in front of Zhang Haoran and the others.

The powerful sword energy dispelled the heat and blocked the invisible spear.

A figure followed closely behind, moving at great speed, leaving two streaks of golden flames in its boots.

"Finally caught up."

The newcomer looked at Zhang Haoran and the others, who were all in a daze, with a warm smile on his face.

"Shen Ming?"

Zhang Haoran never expected to see him here.

Shen Ming should not be in the relief team.

He just appeared out of nowhere, with a relaxed and carefree expression on his face that was completely out of character for the situation.

It's not like offering a helping hand in times of crisis, but more like encountering an enemy while on a picnic.

"How did you come?"

"I came to save you."

"You came alone?"

"I came alone."

During the question-and-answer session, Zhang Haoran's pupils trembled uncontrollably.

"why?"

He knew that Shen Ming was now a rising star in Shuiyue Cave, attracting much attention.

“We are friends,” Shen Ming said.

Zhang Haoran felt a tremor in his heart. He used to think that dying for others was a very foolish thing.

But at this moment, he truly thought about the day when he would give his life for Shen Ming.

"One is at the second level of the Divine Realm, and the other is at the first level. Are they putting on a show of brotherly affection for me here?" Zi Yan shouted.

Shen Ming picked up the Mingxin Sword, and in an instant, a sharp sword aura emanated from his body, causing the temperature in the area to drop sharply due to the cold wind.

"The sword heart is clear?!"

Such a commotion could only be caused by an ordinary sword cultivator.

"No wonder. Unfortunately, you are facing me, a fifth-level Divine Realm expert with the Nine Netherworld Demon Flame Body. Beneath this volcano, you have only one path: death!"

As he spoke, Zi Yan circulated his primordial true energy, and the flames of the magma behind him turned purple, reflecting the sky and highlighting his extraordinary figure.

"That makes sense, let's go."

Without hesitation, Shen Ming turned and left with the Xuan Tian Sect disciples.

Zhang Haoran and the others followed instinctively, feeling that something was wrong, but they couldn't quite put their finger on it.

"Did I tell you to leave?!" Zi Yan shouted.

"Do I need your permission?"

Shen Ming continued walking straight down the mountain without stopping.

He came to rescue people, and besides, others had the advantage of the terrain, and he also had to take care of more than a dozen disciples.

Fighting here is not only foolish, but also very dangerous.

Zi Yan stared wide-eyed at the demonic cultivators on both sides, "What are you all standing there for?!"

His mission in the Spirit Realm was not to hunt.

Moreover, the Purple Nether Sect and the Profound Heaven Sect were complete strangers to each other.

But this Xuan Tian Sect disciple is truly infuriating; we absolutely cannot just stand by and watch them leave.

"You go, someone will meet you at the foot of the mountain!"

Shen Ming turned around and drew his sword to intercept the demonic cultivator's pursuit.

"You go!"

Zhang Haoran turned the butterfly upside down, grabbed its legs, and was about to swing it.

"How did the Reverse Butterfly become like this?"

Only then did Shen Ming realize that this humanoid weapon was the Reverse Butterfly.

"It's a long story, but I'll hold off the small fry for you."

As he spoke, Zhang Haoran began to spin in place, transforming into a tornado.

Shen Ming's eyes lit up. This combination technique was truly unexpected and incredibly effective. The demonic cultivators didn't dare to get close at all.

"Still dare to get distracted? Die!"

Zi Yan charged forward with his spear, his body surging with demonic power that swirled around him and his spear like a black whirlwind.

Demon-Slaying Spear!

Wherever the spear tip passed, space seemed to be distorted, emitting bursts of booming sounds.

Purple flames erupted, causing the ground to crack and spew apart wherever they went.

"Sword Seven - True!"

Shen Ming did not let his guard down and unleashed his full power in a sword strike.

The sword energy surged and gushed like a raging river, colliding head-on with the black spear light.

The two powerful forces collided with each other, causing a deafening roar that shook the earth.

The fierce purple flame spear light gradually lost its power under the impact of the sword energy.

"burst!"

Zi Yan directly activated the power of her innate talent.

His Nine Netherworld Demon Flame can detonate the enemy's true energy!

Sword energy is one type of sword energy. Purple demonic flames spread out like a spider web, resembling countless sparks about to explode.

With a snap, and without anyone knowing what happened, the Limitless Sword Qi completely crushed his demonic flames!

This shot caused absolutely no damage.

The disciples of Xuantian Sect had all descended the mountain. Shen Ming and Zhang Haoran exchanged a glance and simultaneously withdrew their attacks.

The two were exceptionally skilled in movement, easily escaping the demonic cultivator.

Zi Yan was about to give chase when a demonic cultivator beside him said, "Young Master, there is no terrain to aid you down the mountain, which is disadvantageous to you."

These words only fueled Zi Yan's rage, and he slapped the man to the ground.

"I am at the fifth level of the Divine Treasury Realm, yet I cannot defeat someone at the second level! Today! It's a fight to the death!"