237: Surrender, or die?

"Barbarian Hu! How dare you slander me!" Extreme Yin's voice was hoarse and sharp. "My disciple also disappeared. Why don't you say he was swallowed by that Restriction along with the void sky cauldron!"

Wan Tianming's expression was grim, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the empty Han Li Terrace and Extreme Yin.

He also didn't believe Extreme Yin had such great capabilities.

To surreptitiously take away the void sky cauldron and a person right under the noses of six Cultivators of the same stage was simply impossible.

"Only your newly accepted disciple was left here. If it wasn't you, Extreme Yin, who was behind this, then who was it?" Heavenly Enlightenment Master, holding a horsetail whisk, sneered, his words full of sarcasm.

"Everyone, besides Extreme Yin's disciple, it seems that little girl from Star Palace was also here."

Qing Yi Hermit, who had been silent, slowly spoke while fanning himself, as if trying to mediate.

Extreme Yin's heart stirred upon hearing this, as if he had grasped a lifeline.

He cast a grateful glance at Qing Yi Hermit and immediately followed up, "Fellow Daoist Qingyi is right! There were also three people from Star Palace here. My disciple is only at the Early Stage Core Formation. How could he take away the void sky cauldron in such a short time? And how could he escape our Divine Sense?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the gazes of the others instantly turned in unison towards the area still enveloped by spatial power.

There, was the Formation Restriction Wan Tianming had previously used to trap Ling Yuling and the other two.

"Eh?"

Wan Tianming stared at the Restriction, his brow suddenly furrowing, and something he had overlooked surfaced in his mind.

"Why has Madam Wen not come out after such a long time?"

Everyone was stunned by his question.

Indeed!

Madam Wen, who had been full of Killing Intent not long ago, saying she was going into the Restriction to kill Ling Yuling, had not made a sound since rushing in.

They had been so consumed by the Heaven Mending Pill that they had completely forgotten about this top-tier Mid-Nascent Soul Stage Sword Cultivator!

Could it be... a preposterous yet highly plausible thought simultaneously arose in the minds of the several Old Monsters.

Madam Wen, as the Dao Companion of Six Paths Paragon, surely had many life-saving treasures.

Could she have felt outmatched within the Restriction and escaped using some secret art, only to coincidentally encounter the emergence of the void sky cauldron, and then... fled with the cauldron?

As this conjecture appeared, Wan Tianming's heart twitched violently.

If that were truly the case, then the ownership of the void sky cauldron would likely have nothing to do with him and the others.

The expression on his face became anxious.

"Everyone, I will now lift the Restriction space to see if Madam Wen is still inside!"

Seeing Wan Tianming's grim expression, everyone instantly understood what he was thinking.

For a moment, everyone's expressions became extraordinarily colorful.

They had also thought of this possibility, but no one dared to voice it.

What a joke!

To pursue and kill the Dao Companion of Six Paths Paragon? Unless they were tired of living.

With various ulterior motives, the several people nervously watched as Wan Tianming took out a Formation Plate and rapidly performed hand seals.

As he injected a burst of spiritual power, the distorted space hummed, slowly becoming clear.

The Restriction dissipated.

Three figures appeared before everyone.

Ling Yuling, Purple Spirit, and the Core Formation black-robed Elder who had been treated as a background prop.

The three were neatly dressed, their auras stable, and they stood calmly in place.

However, at first, no one paid attention to them.

Six streams of Nascent Soul-level Divine Sense, like six invisible large nets, instantly swept through the entire Han Li Terrace multiple times, inside and out.

None!

There was not a single trace of Madam Wen's aura!

She really wasn't in there!

This result almost confirmed the speculation in everyone's hearts.

Wan Tianming's face was extremely solemn, and he slowly spoke, his voice carrying a subtle tremor.

"It seems the void sky cauldron was taken by Madam Wen."

"Hmph! What can we do about it?" Barbarian Hu stomped his foot heavily, cracking the ice surface. "Madam Wen took it. Who among us can catch up? And who would dare to pursue her?"

Extreme Yin sighed deeply, his face filled with the despondency of a failed effort.

"It was all for nothing. It's a pity about my disciple... I don't know if he's alive or dead."

For a moment, the several Nascent Soul Old Monsters who could stir up a storm in the Chaotic Star Sea all felt immense regret about the outcome of this trip to the Void Heaven Palace.

They didn't even bother to look at Ling Yuling and the other two, who were surrounded in the center.

In their eyes, these three juniors were already in their grasp, destined to die.

Amidst this strange silence, a slightly smiling voice unseasonably rang out.

"Cough cough, I say, everyone."

Lin Feng dusted off non-existent dust from his robes and slowly spoke.

"You know, is there a possibility that Madam Wen was taken down by us?"

The air instantly solidified.

Six gazes, like sharp swords, simultaneously pierced towards Lin Feng.

"Impudent!"

Heavenly Enlightenment Master's eyes flashed with cold light, and he let out a sharp rebuke.

"We Nascent Soul Seniors are conversing. What right do you, a mere Core Formation Cultivator, have to interrupt!"

Before his words finished, he flipped his wrist, and a large hand condensed from spiritual power, carrying a mighty aura, slapped fiercely towards Lin Feng's cheek!

He didn't intend to kill with this palm, but it carried a strong sense of humiliation.

He wanted this ignorant ant to understand what respect meant!

Lin Feng watched the incoming slap, the smile on his face undiminished.

He didn't even bother to move.

However, a purple figure, like a phantom, stepped forward to block him.

It was Purple Spirit.

Earlier in the Restriction space, she had said:

"Green Brother, Jade Spirit Sister has already made so many moves, it's my turn now!"

This was the opportunity she had begged for while clinging to Lin Feng's arm in the Restriction space.

Lin Feng naturally agreed to Purple Spirit's request.

And now, seeing someone deliver themselves to her, why would she be polite?

She merely raised her delicate hand, and an exquisite small sword, completely wreathed in purple electric arcs, appeared out of thin air.

"Slash!"

Purple Spirit cried out softly, and with the purple small sword in her hand, she lightly slashed at the large spiritual power hand.

Chila!

A sharp, unparalleled purple sword light flashed and vanished.

Heavenly Enlightenment Master's seemingly assured palm strike was easily cut in half like thin paper, dissipating into specks of spiritual light.

Heavenly Enlightenment Master was shocked and hadn't yet reacted.

However, the purple sword light's momentum did not diminish. With a turn, it struck towards his chest at an even faster speed!

"Not good!"

Heavenly Enlightenment Master was greatly alarmed, his body rapidly retreating, while a thick layer of green wooden armor appeared on his body.

Puff!

The sword light struck the wooden armor, emitting a muffled thud.

The wooden armor shattered in response, and a deep, bone-visible wound appeared on Heavenly Enlightenment Master's chest, blood instantly staining his Daoist robe.

He grunted, retreating frantically and awkwardly, while rapidly circulating his spiritual power and activating his wood-element Cultivation Technique to heal his injuries.

This injury was not fatal to him.

But the strange spiritual power lingering in the wound, and the burning pain in his chest, made his face pale, both shocked and angry.

What astonished him even more was the undisguised, immense Spiritual Pressure belonging to a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator emanating from Purple Spirit!

Another Nascent Soul Cultivator!

This Myriad Sound Sect Leader, who had always followed behind Ling Yuling and appeared gentle and demure, was actually also a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator!

At this, the expressions of all the Nascent Soul Old Monsters present changed completely.

One Ling Yuling was already troublesome enough for them.

Now there was another Purple Spirit, whose strength was equally formidable!

When did Star Palace and Myriad Sound Sect produce two such young Nascent Soul Cultivators?

What did this signify?

It signified that the Myriad Sound Sect's status in the Chaotic Star Sea would soar, enough to truly contend with the top sects!

It also signified... that if Madam Wen had entered the Restriction alone, completely unaware, and was ambushed by these two cunning young women... perhaps, she really could have been caught off guard!

Wan Tianming stared fixedly at Purple Spirit, his expression more solemn than ever before.

He took a deep breath, cupped his hands in a distant salute to the two, and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"I never expected Sect Leader Purple Spirit to be so secretive! This Wan was truly blind."

He paused, his gaze becoming sharp.

"However, this old Daoist has a question he wishes to ask the two Fairies."

"Did Madam Wen, after entering the Restriction, truly... get captured by the two Fairies?"

Purple Spirit and Ling Yuling exchanged glances, a peculiar smile flashing in their eyes.

Finally, Ling Yuling stepped forward, her clear, cold voice echoing across the silent ice plain.

"Madam Wen was indeed captured after rushing into the Restriction."

As soon as she spoke, the hearts of the six Nascent Soul Old Monsters collectively skipped a beat.

However, Ling Yuling's subsequent words plunged them into even greater confusion.

"However, this matter has nothing to do with me or Purple Spirit."

"What?" Wan Tianming was stunned, and before he could ask further questions,

A calm voice answered all his doubts.

"No need to guess."

Lin Feng slowly walked forward, stepping in front of the two women.

"I was the one who acted."

The moment his words fell, he no longer concealed anything.

An indescribable, terrifying pressure, as if from ancient primordial times, enough to crush heaven and earth, erupted from his body!

This pressure bypassed Ling Yuling and Purple Spirit beside him.

But it slammed onto the Divine Souls of Wan Tianming and the other five like billions of invisible mountains!

Puff! Puff! Puff!

The six Nascent Soul Old Monsters, who could cause a tremor in a region of the Chaotic Star Sea with a mere stomp of their feet, couldn't even muster a thought of resistance.

Their protective spiritual light shattered instantly like fragile soap bubbles.

Their bodies, as if pressed down by an invisible large hand, went weak at the knees, and they all knelt down onto the ground in unison!

The hard ice surface of Han Li Terrace cracked inch by inch the moment their knees landed, spiderweb-like fissures spreading out.

"Soul Transformation Stage!"

"This... this is impossible!"

Wan Tianming knelt on the ground, his body trembling violently from extreme fear. He looked up, staring at the black-robed figure with a ghost-like expression, his mind blank.

Barbarian Hu, Extreme Yin, Qing Yi Hermit... the six Nascent Souls, six faces, were now filled with the same emotion.

It was the boundless fear and utter despair of ants looking up at a god.

Lin Feng stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the six people kneeling before him, his eyes indifferent, as if looking at six insects that could be crushed at any moment.

"Either surrender."

"Or die!"