The Emperor's Domineering Favor, the Evil Consort's Unparalleled Reign

The two spirit beasts under the command of the two spirit masters appeared at the same time: Cui Yunfei's Crimson Peak Beast and Yan Zheng's Crimson Spirit Beast. One of the beasts was entirely black, and the other was entirely golden. Although the two spirit beasts looked similar, their powers were completely different.

The Crimson Peak Beast possesses formidable and icy spiritual power, with an incomparably strong earth element, seemingly possessing an endless supply of spiritual energy simply by standing on the ground. The Crimson Spirit Beast's spiritual power is equally domineering and powerful, with immense heavenly power, a stark contrast to the Crimson Peak Beast, both possessing terrifying energy.

Ying Li's hair was blown by the strong wind as he looked at the two great spirit beasts in front of him, feeling extremely shocked!

This is the power of spirit beasts, this is the power of spirit lords, this is the power of the strong!

At the same time, a thought kept pounding in her mind: if she had the chance to go home, she must ask her grandfather Ying Wuyou and take a good look at Ye Lingcheng, why he had a Spirit Master but no spirit beasts!

"Roar!" The Crimson Spirit Beast rushed to the Crimson Peak Beast, gathering a golden spiritual power in its mouth. It stomped the ground with its four claws, causing the earth to crack. As it swayed, Yi Bicheng reached out and pulled Ying Li behind him, using his unique family secret technique to escape the scene.

"Roar!" The Crimson Peak Beast was equally imposing, but there was a hint of fear in its murky eyes—fear of the Crimson Spirit Beast, fear of the old man Yan Zheng who controlled the Crimson Spirit Beast.

"Ugh!" Zhao Qi, Ma Yin, and Qi Chen could not withstand the pressure in the air and all spat out a mouthful of blood. The barrier in front of Yao Fan shattered with a "crack". The next second, the body exposed to the pressure could not withstand the squeezing force, and blood slowly spilled from the corner of the mouth. Yao Fan hurriedly retreated!

As Zhao Lei watched the two spirit beasts tear at each other, stand in opposition, and fight each other, the world gradually distorted and the surrounding air grew colder. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that his son was seriously injured. He couldn't care less about supporting Cui Yunfei, but instead ran to Zhao Qi and used the power of the Spirit Lord to set up a barrier to place Zhao Qi inside.

Wang Mingjing also pulled Qi Chen behind him, using his spiritual power to help him resist the oppressive force. Only Ma Yin continued to shrink under the pressure, with no one to help him. He stretched out a hand to call for help from his master, but Cui Yunfei was busy controlling his spirit beast to save face and couldn't pay attention to him at the moment.

"Master...Master...Master, save me..." Ma Yin lay prostrate on the ground, blood streaming from his seven orifices. After struggling to utter these words, his limbs cracked and splintered. He slumped to the ground, never to rise again. With the increasing pressure, Ma Yin's head caved in heavily. With a "bang!" blood and flesh splattered everywhere. What was once a complete human body was now a mangled mess.

"What a master you are! Your own disciple is dead, yet you turn a blind eye and do nothing about it. Cui Yunfei, have you lost your conscience?!"

"Pah! Saying it's too good for a dog to eat you, you heartless bastard! Today I'll avenge you! I'll show you what it means to cross Yan Zheng's line! I don't care who he is, he'll die!"

Yan Zheng let out a cold shout, and the blue spiritual energy ring in his right hand finally reached the Crimson Spirit Beast. The power of the contract surged, and the spiritual energy on the Crimson Spirit Beast, which was originally fighting, increased more than three times!

Cui Yunfei gasped, looking at the Crimson Spirit Beast whose golden spiritual energy was growing stronger and stronger. His face was filled with great pain. He looked at Yan Zheng, cold sweat pouring down his face. He then turned to look at Zhao Lei, who was taking care of his son, completely ignoring his life or death.

"Zhao Lei, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and lend me a hand!" Cui Yunfei's eyes were bloodshot, and the veins on his neck were bulging. He had used too much of the power of the contract. The Crimson Spirit Beast's spiritual power was too strong, and the Crimson Peak Beast was clearly at a disadvantage. Now, he was the only one who could rely on him to continuously supply his spiritual power to the Crimson Peak Beast. If Zhao Lei didn't lend a hand, he would lose his life here.

Forget about touching any beautiful women or finding any girlfriends, he wouldn't even be able to keep his corpse!

"Zhao Lei! Did you hear me? If you don't save me, while I'm still alive, I'll expose your shameful deeds to the whole world. Let's see how you'll survive in Tianfu then!"

Cui Yunfei felt a surge of anxiety, looked at Yi Bicheng, and, thinking of Zhao Lei's family, said fiercely.

"We'll talk about it when you survive!" Zhao Lei said coldly, glancing at the unconscious Zhao Qi and then at Yao Fan standing with Ying Li in the distance. He would definitely get his revenge one day.

Thinking of this, he snorted coldly, grabbed Zhao Qi, and a powerful surge of spiritual energy propelled him out of Laoyue Town!

He would definitely kill Yi Bicheng when he got the chance, and then frame Cui Yunfei and Yan Zheng. No one would know anyway. Those two damned girls, Yao Fan and Ying Li, ruined his plans; he would make them wish they were dead!

"Fuck your mother!" Cui Yunfei cursed as Zhao Lei ran away as if his life depended on it, but before he could finish his sentence, his expression suddenly went blank, his eyes widened, and cold sweat poured down his face. "Pfft!"

"Pfft!" Two mouthfuls of blood gushed from his chest and sprayed into his mouth, the blood even containing bits of internal organs! The powerful pressure and the emptiness of his spiritual energy caused Cui Yunfei's spiritual energy to backfire. At this moment, he slumped to the ground, his spiritual energy constantly surging in all directions.

Ying Li discovered that his spiritual energy was constantly draining away, and his current level was only at the eighth stage of divine cultivation!

"He brought this on himself! This old man is all lust and no brains. He doesn't even know Zhao Lei properly, yet he dares to follow him around?! Humph, he's asking for trouble!"

"If the masters of the Crimson Peak Beast and the Crimson Spirit Beast are of the same spiritual power, they can fight to a draw. But one is at the fourth level of the Spirit Lord realm, and the other is at the second level. Cui Yunfei must have been kicked in the head by a donkey to actively summon his spirit beast and let the other party beat him up! His spirit beast level is already lower than the other party's, yet he still wants to put on a brave face and even dares to hit Old Man Yan's woman. He's asking for death!"

Nan Chuan looked at Cui Yunfei, who was slumped on the ground, his spiritual energy constantly draining away, and couldn't help but scoff.

Ying Li's right hand trembled slightly as she stared at Old Man Yan standing before the Crimson Spirit Beast, her face filled with indescribable shock. Was this really the same master who usually indulged in drinking, playing, and carefree revelry?! She had initially thought she couldn't discern the extent of her master's spiritual power, but she had forgotten one thing: the prestigious title of Yellow-Robed Spirit Master was held by only ten individuals in the entire Spirit Realm. Therefore, one could only imagine just how powerful his spiritual cultivation truly was!

It seems she needs to get to know her master better and curry favor with him so she can learn more skills in the future, bring honor to her family, and live a good life.

"Roar!" Just as Ying Li was still pondering, the Crimson Peak Beast suddenly let out a miserable cry. Ying Li looked up sharply into the distance and saw the Crimson Spirit Beast biting the Crimson Peak Beast's throat tightly. A large pool of black blood splattered on the ground and onto Cui Yunfei's body.

Cui Yunfei's face was covered in tears as he watched the Crimson Peak Beast gasp and retreat, its four claws scratching at the ground as the earth's power flowed continuously into its body.

"Yes, that's it, that's it! Kill them! Kill..."

"Roar!"

The Crimson Peak Beast's neck drooped, its neck severed by a single bite from the Crimson Spirit Beast. Cui Yunfei stared in disbelief at the collapsing Crimson Peak Beast, his expression shifting from ferocity to malice, then to regret, then to…fear…

"Yan Zheng, Yan Zheng, please don't kill me... please don't kill me! Yan Zheng... for the sake of our shared sect, think of our master. Our master said we were not allowed to kill each other. He said it! Think of our master!"

Cui Yunfei crawled to Yan Zheng, his withered hand grabbing the other's clothes, pleading without any dignity. His eyes were filled with more fear than hope as he begged Yan Zheng, while looking at Wang Mingjing, "Junior sister, junior sister, I didn't mean to just now... It was all Zhao Lei... He tricked me. You know I've always been a bit promiscuous. He seduced me with that little bitch Yao Fan, and that's why... I just lost my mind!"

"You're talking nonsense! I didn't seduce you!" Yao Fan bit her lip tightly. She wouldn't allow it, she wouldn't allow Cui Yunfei to slander her in front of Yi Bicheng! Absolutely not!

"You were about to kill me just now, but did you ever think about this?! Now you want Yan Zheng to consider Master's feelings? It was because he considered Master's feelings that he was forced to leave the Yun Manor without a word, suffering your slander and living a life of misery! And now you still have the nerve to talk about Master?!"

Wang Mingjing was furious. They had already wasted too much kindness on bad people like Cui Yunfei, but that kindness had become a weapon for him to harm them. Why?! This time, she was going to make him pay the price for his evil deeds!

Cui Yunfei's face fell, his expression darkened, and he glanced at the dead Crimson Peak Beast lying on the ground. A cold glint appeared on his lips. "I've begged you so much, and you still won't let me go!"

With a surge of spiritual energy coursing through his body, Cui Yunfei lunged at Wang Mingjing, who was closest to him! Even if it meant death, he wanted to disgust this old, despicable woman!

"Fuck you!" Yan Zheng kicked Cui Yunfei in the stomach, and at the same time reached out to retract the blue bracelet. The power of the contract disappeared, and a barrier suddenly appeared, connecting to the Spirit Beast Mountain Range. The Crimson Spirit Beast disappeared with it.

Even at this point, he still had the heart to do evil. Yan Zheng was furious, wishing he could sever every inch of the other party's tendons!

Cui Yunfei knelt on the ground, clutching his stomach, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His face was contorted with pain, and he clutched his stomach tightly, feeling as if he were dying.

Yan Zheng pulled Wang Mingjing aside and looked at Cui Yunfei coldly, saying, "You told me to think about my master? Fine, I'll listen to my master now and won't fight among my fellow disciples."

Cui Yunfei's face lit up with joy, a smile shrugged off his contorted features. As long as he lived, he could make a comeback. But the next second, his pupils constricted abruptly. Yan Zheng stepped forward, reaching out his hand close to the top of his head.

"You! What are you going to do?! You said you wouldn't kill me!" Cui Yunfei was terrified. Yan Zheng smiled coldly and didn't say a word. He slapped Cui Yunfei's head with his palm. A gentle spiritual power entered Cui Yunfei's body from his head and circulated throughout his body, cutting through thorns and brambles, causing devastation wherever it went!

"Master doesn't want us fellow disciples to kill each other. I'll remember that. I'll drain your spiritual power to prevent you from doing evil again in the future!" Yan Zheng stood up, looking at Cui Yunfei, whose mouth was agape and whose face was growing paler. "You won't die. Your body, a first-level soul cultivator, feels pretty good, doesn't it!"

Cui Yunfei's face was ashen. There was no more resentment or fear in his eyes. A sense of cowardice crept into his heart. He was at the first stage of soul cultivation, unable to die or live.