"Joke, who wants to get along with your Martial Success Academy? Today, this Thousand-Leaf Spiritual Medicine is reserved by our Brother Yan Xuan. If you have any sense, you’d kneel and offer it up to avoid the disaster of death."
Among the Zhan Yan Sect group, a man with a hooked nose laughed uproariously.
Chu Fengmian remembered this hooked-nosed man as a martial artist from the Zhan Yan Sect named Yan Mei.
Yan Mei sized up Mo Changhen and his group with a glance, but then his gaze shifted and locked onto Yue Zhanqing and Yun Jialan, who were hiding at the back.
In the eyes of Yan Mei, a sinister intent emerged as he said,
"Ha ha ha, I was just feeling bored in this broken Holy Land. You’re called Mo Changhen, right? Well, how about this: you don’t have to kneel today, but you just need to hand over the two women behind you."
Mo Changhen had intended to converse with these Zhan Yan Sect disciples, but upon hearing Yan Mei’s words, his face underwent a drastic change.
Hand over Yue Zhanqing and Yun Jialan? With Yan Mei’s sinister gaze, if Yue Zhanqing and Yun Jialan fell into their hands, it would be like lambs to the slaughter.
"Impossible! Let’s go!"
Mo Changhen shouted loudly, ready to lead the others away. Although the Thousand-Leaf Spirit Grass was important, it was not indispensable.
"Think you can leave? What a joke, without Brother Yan Xuan’s word, see who dares to leave!"
Yan Mei sneered coldly, his figure suddenly moved, blocking the path of Mo Changhen and his group. With a wave of his hand, more than ten Zhan Yan Sect disciples surrounded Mo Changhen’s group on all sides.
"Hand over those two women, and I might let you go. Otherwise, don’t even think about leaving here alive today."
Yan Mei spoke coldly, his voice unabashedly threatening.
"In this Holy Land, even if we kill you all, Martial Success Academy won’t find out. The wise adapt to the times, think it over yourselves."
Yan Mei laughed out loud.
Among these four, the strongest Mo Changhen, was only at the third level of the Divine Sea Realm, and the remaining Hao Lan, Yun Jialan, and Yue Zhanqing were at the second level of the Divine Sea Realm.
The weakest of the Zhan Yan Sect disciples present were at the Divine Sea Realm, capturing these four would be a cinch.
Not to mention, with Xuan Yan, who was at the peak of the Divine Sea Realm overseeing, even if they tried to escape, they would stand no chance.
"Yan Mei, no need to waste words with them. If they don’t agree, just kill them!"
Yan Xuan said impatiently, his eyes also revealing a hint of lust as he spoke.
"Bring those two women here quickly."
Yan Mei hurriedly nodded and looked at Mo Changhen with a sneer.
"You’ve seen it, Brother Yan Xuan is getting impatient. If you don’t agree, we’ll have to take action."
"Brother Mo, fight them! Even if it means death, we can’t let Sister Yue and Sister Yun fall into their hands!"
Hao Lan roared angrily, his innate wind spirit essence suddenly gathering around him.
In an instant, the innate wind spirit swept through everything, and the surrounding Zhan Yan Sect disciples were forced back a step, seemingly not expecting Hao Lan to have such a terrifying burst of power.
"Hmph, futile resistance!"
Yan Mei saw Hao Lan make a move and his eyes showed a hint of disdain. He suddenly struck out, and a ball of flame condensed into a fiery longsword, slashing towards Hao Lan.
The fiery longsword tore through the air, making the surrounding atmosphere searingly hot.
Yan Mei was at the fifth level of the Divine Sea Realm and with one swing of his sword, Hao Lan’s innate wind spirit was easily shattered.
A sword edge suddenly appeared as Mo Changhen swiftly drew his sword and slashed towards Yan Mei, clashing with the flaming long sword.
The swordsmanship of this attack was clearly much more profound than Yan Mei’s.
However, the difference in their martial realms was still immense, a gap of two whole levels, which Mo Changhen’s swordsmanship couldn’t bridge.
"Another one seeking death?"
Yan Mei sneered at the corner of his mouth upon seeing Mo Changhen make his move.
"Since you’re so eager to die first, this young master will grant your wish and slay you!"
"Inferno of the Heavens!"
A streak of unusual cyan flame suddenly condensed in the palm of Yan Mei’s hand.
The temperature of the flame was so terrifyingly high that numerous disciples of the Candleflame Sect all took a step back, unable to withstand the heat, even themselves.
The cyan flame fiercely plummeted down, easily incinerating Mo Changhen’s sword, burning its edge to nothingness under the intense heat.
"With such meager strength, you dare defy us, the Candleflame Sect? Truly seeking death!"
Watching Mo Changhen being forced back, Yan Mei laughed heartily, and his eyes shifted to Yun Jialan and Yue Zhanqing, who had made their move. With a wave of his hand, he instantly neutralized their attacks.
"Come! Following Brother Yan Xuan is far better than being just an Inner Sect Disciple at Wu Sheng Academy."
Laughing loudly, Yan Mei immediately reached out to grab Yue Zhanqing.
The instant Yan Mei reached out, a streak of sword light suddenly descended from the sky.
This sword light appeared silently and swiftly cut through the air.
Yan Mei hadn’t even reacted when he felt a severe pain in his arm; his right hand was cut off directly by the sword edge.
A figure had already landed in front of Mo Changhen and his group.
"Who is it? How dare you interfere with the Candleflame Sect’s business? Do you have a death wish?"
Yan Mei roared furiously, the pain of being amputated by a sword was maddening despite the potential for recovery with Spiritual Medicine.
"Sticking my nose in your business? I’ve decided to make this affair my business today!"
That figure was none other than Chu Fengmian.
He had been watching from the sidelines, and at the sight of Yan Mei’s actions, he could no longer restrain himself.
Even if Chu Fengmian was not acquainted with Mo Changhen and his group, he wouldn’t stand idly by as the disciples of the Candleflame Sect bullied others in front of him.
Such behavior was no different from that of demons.
"It’s you? Chu Fengmian?"
"With your mere seventh level of the Body Tempering Realm, you dare to meddle in the Candleflame Sect’s business?"
Upon hearing Chu Fengmian’s voice, Yan Mei also suddenly recognized the figure before him.
Joy and greed flashed across his face.
"I cannot believe you would dare to meddle in the affairs of the Holy Land, daring to show yourself. The Crown Prince of Wu Sheng Academy has a bounty of one hundred thousand Contribution Points on your head. Since you’ve delivered yourself to our doorstep today, don’t blame me for not showing mercy!"
"Inferno of the Heavens!"
The cyan flame condensed once again. The Inferno of the Heavens was a Profound Level superior martial technique and represented Yan Mei’s most powerful move.
With the flame unleashed, it signified his intent to obliterate Chu Fengmian in a single strike.