398: Treat them as they treat you

"What?!"

"A Flood Dragon?!"

Gui Mi and Ri Yan were scared out of their wits!

They never dreamed that when Yao Delong called out "Sword Come," what appeared would be a terrifying Ice Flood Dragon!

That bone-chilling coldness posed a more fatal threat to them than Yao Delong's Nine Yang True Fire!

Because this was pure, extreme ice-coldness, which similarly affected their sinister Evil Qi!

Crack! Crack!

The Extremely Cold Dragon Breath instantly froze the two of them along with their hastily condensed defenses!

Two lifelike ice sculptures, their expressions frozen in a moment of utter horror, appeared on the arena!

The ice layer was several feet thick, emitting terrifying cold Qi, and even the circulation of their vital energy within their bodies was forcibly frozen!

All of this, from Yao Delong shouting "Sword Come" to Qiong Shuang appearing and spewing Dragon Breath to freeze the two, happened in a flash!

So fast that one's thoughts couldn't keep up!

"Not good!"

In the Nine Nether Sect's seating area, Ye Wushang's face changed drastically, and he suddenly stood up, about to make a move!

"Fellow Daoist Night!"

White Cloud Master's gentle yet irresistible voice rang out, and a vast, ocean-like Integration Realm pressure instantly descended,

like an invisible cage, firmly pressing Ye Wushang in place.

"The sparring has just begun, and the Disciples have yet to determine a victor. For an Elder to rashly interfere, I'm afraid... it's not according to the rules, is it?"

Ye Wushang felt an overwhelming force pressing down on him, unable to move.

He could only watch the arena, his eyes splitting with rage: "White Cloud Master! You!"

The moment Ye Wushang was suppressed by White Cloud Master, Yao Delong on the arena moved!

As Qiong Shuang's Dragon Breath spewed forth, he had already been poised to strike!

The Nine Yang Heaven Burning Art within his body circulated to its extreme, and the phantom images of nine blazing suns shone brightly, as the violent and scorching Nine Yang True Fire surged madly into his right fist!

"Void Splitting Nine Strikes—Nine Strikes in One! Annihilation!"

Yao Delong roared, his figure appearing in front of the two ice sculptures as if he had teleported.

On his right fist, a terrifying fist shadow, condensed with the full power of the Nine Yang True Fire, slammed out with ferocity!

This punch was no longer merely physical strength, but a Fusion with the Nine Yang True Fire that could incinerate all things.

Wherever the fist shadow passed, space violently twisted, emitting a mournful groan, unable to bear the burden.

It was as if even the Void Realm would be incinerated and shattered by this punch!

Boom—!!!!

A deafening explosion, like a Nine Heavens thunderclap, erupted on the arena!

The extremely scorching Nine Yang True Fire, like raging golden fire waves, instantly engulfed the two ice sculptures!

The ultimate clash of ice and fire!

The extremely cold profound ice, under the burning of the supreme Yang True Fire, hissed piercingly, instantly vaporizing!

And Gui Mi and Ri Yan, frozen within, couldn't even let out a single scream.

Their Physical Bodies, under the terrifying high temperature and destructive fist force, twisted, charred, and carbonized instantly, like wood thrown into a furnace!

A pungent burnt smell, accompanied by the sizzling sound of steaming water, permeated the air.

The flames dissipated.

On the arena, only two figures remained, curled up on the ground, charred black, smoking, and almost unrecognizable.

Their auras were extremely weak, their Physical Bodies severely damaged, and even more terrifying, the violent Nine Yang True Fire and fist force had even invaded their Purple Mansion,

shaking their Nascent Souls until they were covered in cracks and their light dimmed, as if they could shatter at any moment!

Dead silence!

The entire Tianshu Peak plaza fell into a dead silence!

Everyone was stunned by this lightning-fast, destructive battle!

From start to finish, it was only a few breaths of time! The two infamous Nascent Soul Prodigies of the Nine Nether Sect,

one Late Stage, one Great Perfection, were severely wounded and on the verge of death by Yao Delong, who returned their own methods against them, in an almost playful manner, without even putting up a decent resistance!

"Hiss—!"

After a moment of dead silence, there were countless gasps of cold air!

"An... an Eighth-Rank Peak Ice Flood Dragon?! My heavens!"

"Hahaha! How satisfying! The Nine Nether Sect has dog-shaped Flying Swords, and the Yin Yang Sect has Dragon-shaped Flying Swords! It's so damn satisfying! Returning the favor in kind! True Disciple Yao did a splendid job!"

"Did you see that punch?! Although it didn't stir the power of heaven and earth,

that power... definitely reached the Peak of the Early Stage Spirit Transformation! Perhaps even stronger!"

"Monster! This Yao Delong is a monster! A Nascent Soul Great Perfection with such combat power?!"

"The Nine Nether Sect hit a brick wall this time! Serves them right!"

After a brief shock, the plaza erupted in thunderous cheers and applause!

Especially those Cultivators who had been disgusted by the Nine Nether Sect's dirty tricks, they clapped and cheered, feeling a great relief in their chests!

The Yin Yang Sect's side instantly boiled over!

"Senior Brother Yao is invincible!"

"Hahaha! Let's see how arrogant the Nine Nether Sect can be now!"

The Elder acting as referee was stunned for a good while before reacting and quickly announced loudly:

"Na... Nascent Soul Realm sparring, Yin Yang Sect's Yao Delong, wins!"

White Cloud Master then slowly withdrew his suppression of Ye Wushang.

Ye Wushang's face was ashen, and he flashed onto the arena.

Looking at the two charred figures on the ground, their Nascent Souls on the verge of shattering, his heart bled!

These were two core Nascent Soul Cultivators! It took countless resources to cultivate them!

Killing intent surged in his eyes as he glared fiercely at Yao Delong, but dared not act.

He suppressed his anger and, with a pained heart, took out two six-rank healing sacred Medicinal Pills from his storage ring, emanating a rich medicinal fragrance and completely emerald green—the Life-Sustaining Pills!

He roughly shoved them into Gui Mi and Ri Yan's charred mouths,

forcibly dissolving the medicinal power with his vital energy to protect their heart pulse and their crumbling Nascent Souls.

After doing all this, Ye Wushang gritted his teeth and roared at the Disciple responsible for records behind him:

"Record this! Gui Mi and Ri Yan owe the Sect two six-rank Life-Sustaining Pills! In the future, they must return them with Heaven And Earth Treasure of equal value, with interest, to this Venerable One!"

As soon as these words came out, a burst of undisguised ridicule erupted from the stands.

"Tsk tsk, so stingy even with your own people?"

"As expected of the Nine Nether Sect, their Sect's style is 'simple and honest'!"

"Even life-saving Medicinal Pills accrue interest? What an eye-opener!"

Ye Wushang was deaf to these taunts, or rather, he was already numb.

With a gloomy face, he waved his hand, signaling for someone to carry the two incapacitated men away.

His gaze, like a venomous snake, locked onto Yao Delong again, his voice icy cold:

"True Disciple Yao, excellent methods! This Nascent Soul Realm prize is yours!"

Yao Delong had already recalled the majestic Qiong Shuang; the White Flood Dragon had transformed back into a small snake and burrowed into his sleeve.

Hearing this, he merely smiled faintly and cupped his hands to the presiding Elder.

The pair of mid-grade heavenly artifact wings, thin as cicada wings, flowing with seven-colored radiant light and emitting astonishing spatial fluctuations,

were respectfully presented to Yao Delong by the Elder.

Yao Delong reached out and took them. The wings felt warm and moist to the touch, trembling slightly as if alive, subtly resonating with the vital energy within his body.

With a thought, the wings instantly transformed into two streams of light and merged into his back,

disappearing, leaving only a faint, seven-colored glow circulating.

"Thank you, Elder."

Yao Delong nodded slightly, his demeanor composed, as if he had just done something insignificant.

His gaze calmly swept over the Nine Nether Sect's seating area, finally resting on the black-robed man, Blood Net, whose aura was the most sinister and terrifying and who had been silent all along, a faint, unreadable smile playing on his lips.