“How dare you! How dare you kill a direct Junior of my Yuwen Family! Today, I shall refine your Soul and extract your Divine Soul, making you suffer the eternal torment of my Flame Yang Thunder Fire.”

A sturdy and majestic old man with sharp features, a tall and robust build, and wearing a fiery red python robe, slowly walked through the air towards Yang Che, one step at a time.

Yang Che couldn't move a muscle, and fine beads of sweat constantly seeped from his forehead.

He stared intently at the robust and majestic old man, the sense of danger in his heart growing stronger.

He wanted to say something but found that he couldn't utter a single word.

Unable to move, unable to speak, unable to mobilize any magical power.

He couldn't even transmit a message to Tianxie Zi Yin through his thoughts.

It was terrifying.

Having been in the Cultivation World for almost twenty years, Yang Che had never encountered anything as bizarre and terrifying as this.

This majestic old man in the fiery red python robe seemed to have locked down all his senses, rendering him completely helpless.

As the majestic old man drew closer, his cold gaze on Yang Che was like looking at a cold, lifeless corpse.

When he was still a hundred feet away from Yang Che, the old man suddenly pointed lightly, and a ball of silver-white flame shot out, heading straight for Yang Che.

Wherever the flame passed, even space seemed to burn, forming a bizarre collapse, and with a terrifying speed even faster than teleportation, it instantly enveloped Yang Che.

A never-before-felt sharp pain immediately surged from the depths of Yang Che's Divine Soul.

In an instant, he felt as if his head was about to explode, as if something was trying to be peeled from the depths of his Divine Soul.

He wanted to let out a painful scream, but he found that he couldn't utter any sound at all.

It's over!

This was the only thought that popped into Yang Che's mind as he was about to fall into a coma.

Just then, a cold snort suddenly echoed in his mind, causing Yang Che to shiver and regain consciousness.

Then, Yang Che sensed Tianxie Zi Yin possessing him.

An incomparably powerful and terrifying aura erupted from Yang Che's body.

The Nine Heart Thunder Flame also surged out wildly, beginning to furiously devour the flame that the old man had cast upon him.

The majestic old man's pupils sharply contracted, filled with shock.

“So someone is backing you up. No wonder you dared to disregard my words and strike down my Junior.”

The old man's expression darkened, and as he spoke, he clenched his single hand.

With a crackling sound of thunder, a silver lightning bolt appeared out of nowhere in the sunny sky, striking down directly on Yang Che.

With a booming sound, Yang Che was struck directly.

An indescribable sharp pain enveloped his body, and countless cracks rapidly appeared all over him.

However, at this moment, Yang Che was also shocked to find that his body, which was about to shatter, was rapidly moving backward.

Just as the Boundary Battlefield entrance crack completely closed, his figure suddenly flashed backward, and he retreated back into the Boundary Battlefield.

In that instant, Yang Che suddenly saw countless lightning bolts, like a chaotic dance of snakes, then transforming into flowing ripples, drilling into the narrow crack.

Immediately after, the entrance crack completely closed.

Yang Che's spirit relaxed slightly, and he immediately fainted…

On the sea surface, everything returned to emptiness.

In mid-air, the majestic old man in the fiery red python robe had an extremely gloomy expression.

The powerful pressure emanating from him made all the Cultivators present as silent as cicadas, no one daring to utter a sound.

In front of so many Junior Cultivators, a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, who was originally within his grasp, actually escaped back into the Boundary Battlefield from under his hands.

Although the old man knew in his heart that there was a very powerful Soul on that Foundation Establishment Cultivator, how could others, with their insufficient cultivation, discern it?

The Boundary Battlefield only opens once every five hundred years.

The old man simply did not have the patience to wait another five hundred years.

He turned his head to look at the Xuanwu Realm envoy, his expression icy, and said, “Lie Cheng, come here.”

Lie Cheng, a middle-aged man with Nascent Soul Stage cultivation, immediately showed a bitter expression but still respectfully came before the majestic old man, cupping his hands in a salute, “Lie Cheng greets Junior Martial Uncle Yuwen. How may this Junior be of service?”

The old man said, “Take out your ‘Void-Breaking Mirror’ for me to use.”

Lie Cheng immediately looked troubled and said, “Junior Martial Uncle Yuwen, you are putting this Junior in a difficult position. This ‘Void-Breaking Mirror’ is merely a replicated Spirit Treasure, and the entrance crack to this Boundary Battlefield cannot be opened until the time is right, even with the Void-Breaking Mirror.”

The old man glared at Lie Cheng and snorted lightly, “Stop talking nonsense. If I tell you to take it out, then take it out.”

Lie Cheng trembled slightly and his heart pounded when the old man glared at him, so he quickly took out the ‘Void-Breaking Mirror’ and respectfully handed it to the majestic old man.

The sturdy and majestic old man directly poured his magical power into the small mirror in his hand, then aimed the mirror surface at the location on the sea where the Boundary Battlefield entrance crack had been.

Beams of dazzling light shot out from the mirror surface, but unfortunately, everything on the sea surface remained as usual, and the narrow entrance crack of the Boundary Battlefield did not appear.

The old man's expression grew increasingly gloomy.

Gradually, a ferocious and crazed look appeared on his face.

He suddenly sat cross-legged in mid-air, still aiming the Void-Breaking Mirror at the previous location of the Boundary Battlefield entrance crack.

Then, he took out several strange Talismans and threw them towards the sea surface.

Immediately, the several strange Talismans formed a bizarre, narrow straight line, with flashes of light connecting them, perfectly aligning with the previous location of the Boundary Battlefield crack.

The Xuanwu Realm envoy, Lie Cheng, immediately changed his expression upon seeing this.

This Junior Martial Uncle Yuwen Yang was indeed as rumored, a ‘madman’, actually not hesitating to expend so many precious ‘Array Talismans’. It seemed he intended to forcibly attack the Boundary Battlefield.

“Go, everyone, quickly leave this place, hurry!”

Lie Cheng roared, quickly taking everyone present and hastily leaving.

However, their speed was still a bit slow after all.

The old man had already begun to forcibly attack the space where the Array Talisman line was located, his face showing even more madness.

The deafening rumble of thunder immediately caused the low-cultivation Disciples, who hadn't flown far yet, to spit out blood and show expressions of terror.

Then, one by one, enduring the severe pain, they exerted all their strength to fly away from the place.

And the majestic old man, Yuwen Yang, disregarded everything and continued to attack…

Inside the Boundary Battlefield.

Yang Che had slowly regained consciousness.

His head still throbbed, but fortunately, he felt that his Divine Soul was normal.

Suddenly, his expression changed, and he immediately entered the Void Illusion Magic Stone Space.

Tianxie Zi Yin was sitting weakly under the Spirit Eye Tree, her body seeming to become even more frail.

“Zi Yin, are you alright?”

Yang Che asked with concern.

“Do I look like I’m alright, King?”

Tianxie Zi Yin said coldly and irritably.

Yang Che stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to say for a moment.

“Yang Che, this King truly didn't want to make a move, truly didn't want to make a move. For a moment there, this King even hoped that you, this little bug, would just be beaten to death. If you died, everything would quiet down. This King could just find another blood contractor. ”

As Tianxie Zi Yin spoke, she suddenly became a little agitated: “How could this King be so unlucky? To be bound by a blood contract with someone as troublesome as you? If this continues, this King won't just be wondering when I can recover; I fear I'll die before you even reach Core Formation.”

After speaking, Tianxie Zi Yin glared at Yang Che, closed her eyes, and continued to meditate.

Yang Che stood there, motionless.

Tianxie Zi Yin's outburst of anger made Yang Che feel something.

For some reason, looking at Zi Yin's weak appearance, an inexplicable feeling surged within Yang Che's heart.

At this moment, he yearned for powerful cultivation more than anything.

Never before had this thought been so strong that it made him tremble all over.