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It's all because of this man!

He might be the love of the Empress's life.

Fate is never fair.

"Demon, stop right now!" the Fifth Elder roared, instantly summoning his spear, which pierced through the void and was aimed directly at Yang Feng.

"Just trash, get lost."

Yang Feng glanced at him disdainfully. If his strength were still at the first level of the Innate Realm, he might be extremely wary of these people.

But things are different now!

Sharp eyes!

Two extremely terrifying flames shot out and instantly enveloped the Fifth Elder, burning him fiercely.

"ah!"

The Fifth Elder was engulfed in flames from the heavens, his body gradually turning to charcoal before falling to the ground, where he was once again consumed by the flames of the Netherworld.

A top-tier expert at the peak of the Heavenly Realm has fallen.

"What?!"

The elders behind them suddenly stopped in their tracks, their eyes wide open like round beads.

They had never seen such terrifying methods.

In the eyes of the Eleventh Elder, she trembled again. He had used this method in the mortal world, but its power was nowhere near as terrifying as it was now.

In just one month, he has grown to such a level.

That's absolutely horrifying.

If he were given another ten years, would the world no longer be able to accommodate him?

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Eleventh Elder made a wise decision.

That's right, it's about escaping!

If we don't escape, then death is the only outcome!

As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn!

A wise choice.

She turned around and immediately and secretly left the holy city.

"Ice Soul Blooming Palm!"

As Yang Feng uttered a word, a massive handprint formed from condensed ice slammed down on the temple elders, who were then incinerated by the merciless blue flames.

Even a Primordial Dragon at the Tribulation Transcending Realm would find the Nine Netherworld Fire Hell extremely difficult to endure, let alone these cultivators who are only at the Heavenly Rank.

It's simply not good enough.

"Stop. You can't keep killing."

Just then, a clear and crisp sound rang out. The sound seemed to carry a warm and healing quality, making people feel relaxed and comfortable.

Sure enough, Yang Feng stopped, and the dark blue flames dissipated completely.

The reason he stopped was actually because of the owner of the voice.

Before them stood an unparalleled woman clad in a golden-white holy robe. Her large, almond-shaped eyes were filled with gentle light, and she was surrounded by ethereal spiritual energy, making her appear like a fairy.

She is the Empress of the Holy City!

And it was Yang Feng's true love!

Han Shilan.

The two locked eyes and remained so for a long time.

Silence fell, and the surrounding environment became quiet.

"Shilan, I've come to take you back."

Ultimately, Yang Feng broke the long-standing silence.

"good."

Han Shilan nodded slightly, landed on the ground, and walked step by step to Yang Feng's side.

Everything was so natural and... eerie.

Yang Feng's scarlet hair faded, and his bronze eyes turned into clear black eyes, as if they had been purified.

The darkness had vanished, leaving only a faint spiritual aura.

The Chaos Pearl also calmed down.

"You won't blame me? I killed so many people from the Holy City."

Yang Feng took Han Shilan's delicate hand and said softly.

What do you think?

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