Han Zhiyu propped himself up with both hands and stood up, saying, "If I tell you, will you spare my life?"
"I can tell you the whole story."
Wen Ping remained unmoved, smiling, "At your age, don’t be so naive with your words. You know, whether you tell or not, you’ll die. But if you do, you might die a bit more comfortably."
Han Zhiyu closed his eyes, as if accepting this fact, "Come closer, I’ll tell you."
Without hesitation, Wen Ping stepped over. Just as they were within two steps of each other, Han Zhiyu suddenly transformed, becoming extremely frenzied, and his expression turned ferocious.
"You killed my nephew, so leave your life here as well."
A crisp sound rang out.
Beside Han Zhiyu’s left fist, a blue halo emitted its unique and fierce aura. Within the blue halo, a smaller halo and a blue light point floated up and down.
Each rise and fall was accompanied by a weak buzz — the sound of the Meridian Gate trembling.
The moment Han Zhiyu’s Meridian Gate opened, many blue light streams suddenly appeared from the heavens and earth, converging on Han Zhiyu’s Earth-Breaking Meridian Gate like a tide.
At this moment, Han Zhiyu’s fist shot towards Wen Ping, a smug smile at the corner of his mouth.
Two steps away, it was instantaneously there!
At such a close distance, Han Zhiyu was one hundred percent confident in killing a cultivator who was not in the Profound Realm.
Han Zhiyu also laughed as he said, "Kid, you’re still too young. This old man is not just some Body Refining Realm!"
At this point, Han Zhiyu’s heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Because he saw Wen Ping, who was right in front of him, suddenly reveal a strange smile.
But at this time, he could only continue punching, and just as it was about to hit Wen Ping’s chest, his smile froze instantly.
Because a skeletal white hand suddenly grabbed his wrist, stopping his fist just a finger’s distance from Wen Ping, even a small step forward, if his fist had been a bit faster, the plan would have succeeded.
"How could it be so fast!" Right now, other than shock, nothing was left in his heart.
At such a close distance, for a person in the Profound Realm to kill a Body Refining cultivator, his fist was actually caught.
Thus, he missed the best chance for a counterattack.
The successive setbacks had driven Han Zhiyu mad. The blue Meridian Gate trembled, and his whole being erupted with a terrifying aura again, sweeping a hundred meters in range, with the blue vein qi rushing into his Meridian Gate from the heavens and earth.
A vibrating sound of the meridian echoed to the sky.
The blue light streams also brightly lit up half of Yunlan Mountain.
Gathering the vein qi, Han Zhiyu concentrated all his strength, fiercely delivering a kick, accompanied by a shout: "Kid, and you, this monster, you all go die for this old man."
The white airwave and the blue light stream instantly scattered in all directions.
When the light stream faded, the scene revealed was the Evil Spirit Knight standing untouched, still standing in front of Wen Ping.
And Han Zhiyu’s kick, which gathered all his strength, couldn’t move the Evil Spirit Knight even slightly.
Han Zhiyu was at a loss.
This kick should have been enough to flatten a small hill, right?
He had imagined the strength of this monster, but he never imagined it would reach an unmovable level.
Seeing this scene, he no longer had the courage to make a move, because he wasn’t stupid. How could he not understand that this monster in front of him wasn’t something he could compare to? This kick, in the same realm, no one would dare take it like that.
The only ones who could take it, besides those in the Middle Profound Realm or even the Upper Profound Realm, there was no other possibility.
And in these two realms, none were not beings that could effortlessly kill him.
After retreating a few steps in shock, Han Zhiyu shook his head and voiced disbelief, "Impossible, so strong, how could it be in a small Starless Sect?"
At this time, the Evil Spirit Knight was patting its shoulder with its hand, as if brushing off dust, emitting a cold and prideful laugh from its skeletal mouth.
The Evil Spirit Knight extended its hand, pulling out a red-hot chain from its waist, swinging it a few times, and swept it towards Han Zhiyu.
Seeing this, Han Zhiyu, disregarding everything, felt his Meridian Gate tremble again and his whole being shot off into the distance!
Escape, now was Han Zhiyu’s only thought.
He had to live to tell the Young Master that the Immortal Sect had a guardian in the Middle Profound Realm or even the Upper Profound Realm.
To obtain Wooden Flowing Sand, a stronger person must be sent.
But just then, as Han Zhiyu suddenly darted dozens of meters away, he suddenly heard a voice at his ear.
It was Wen Ping’s voice.
"A Thousand Layers as One!"
Upon hearing this voice, Han Zhiyu saw the chain suddenly wrap around him as he turned around to see Wen Ping was only three meters away. But he had clearly run very far.
He couldn’t help but curse, "What kind of ghost stone steps is this!"
The sound of chains tightening came.
Han Zhiyu cried out in pain, and at this moment, the blue Meridian Gate closed directly, and the blue light stream attached to his body disappeared with it. Before his expression could change, one hand of the Evil Spirit Knight already lifted him. That skeletal face laughed loudly right next to his cheek.
Han Zhiyu, enduring the pain, shouted angrily, "Kid, if you have the guts, kill this old man, then wait to suffer the wrath of Extreme Realm Mountain!"
Wen Ping no longer paid attention to Han Zhiyu’s stubborn ideas and let the Evil Spirit Knight "embrace" him. Turning his head, he looked to Li He, who was not as composed as Han Zhiyu.
Facing a monster that one-sidedly slaughtered his Second Uncle who opened the Meridian Gate, the last line of defense in his heart shattered as he saw Wen Ping’s gaze fall on him and immediately responded.
"I’ll talk, I’ll say everything."
When Han Zhiyu heard Li He’s voice, he was so furious his eyes were wide like a bull’s, moving slightly only to be tightly held again by the Evil Spirit Knight.
Wen Ping stepped in front of Li He and said, "Tell me what I want to know, and I’ll make it quick for you."
Li He hurriedly said, "Because of the Wooden Flowing Sand in your hand, this item is needed by our Extreme Realm Mountain Young Master — Han Wen."
"Wooden Flowing Sand is a rare celestial material and is necessary for creating the Vortex Map. Once we get the Golden Shuttle Leaf, the Young Master will only lack the Wooden Flowing Sand. So he will certainly come to the Immortal Sect, and he will definitely find ways to take back the Wooden Flowing Sand..."
Li He quickly said everything he knew, inciting endless furious shouts from Han Zhiyu beside him.
When Wen Ping heard these three words, his eyes suddenly gleamed, then he fell into excitement.
Similarly, after Li He finished speaking, Han Zhiyu struggled violently again, and shouted angrily, completely ignoring the chain tightening and the scorching heat that would melt his flesh.