The sun and moon are both wrong; who made him seek the Dharma

As they spoke, more than thirty figures flashed and appeared from the void in all directions.

Some people fall from the clouds, some rise from the sea, and some emerge from the shadows of the island's bushes.

More than thirty powerful beings from heaven and earth formed an impenetrable encirclement, completely surrounding Hai Shan.

In the very center of this circle,

Qin Mingyu looked towards the sea and mountains surrounding the center to the north, her voice steady:

"Your Majesty of Penglai, we have no intention of being your enemy."

However, the Wan Dao Weaving Machine is of great importance, so we have no choice but to resort to this measure.

Please wait here for a moment. Once the matter of the treasure has been settled, we will allow you to leave.

If you are willing to cooperate, we will not make things difficult for you.

Hai Shan looked at him calmly: "Is that so? What if I say no?"

Qin Mingyu smiled slightly: "Then I can only apologize for the inconvenience."

Hai Shan raised an eyebrow and glanced around:

"Oh?

"You think you can stop me?"

No one spoke.

They simply watched Hai Shan silently, with more than thirty eyes focused on him alone.

Like more than thirty invisible ropes, trying to bind him to the spot.

Qin Mingyu cupped her hands in a respectful gesture towards Hai Shan, revealing a rather provocative smile:

"We urge Your Majesty of Penglai to prioritize the greater good and not put us in a difficult position."

Hai Shan looked at Qin Mingyu, his gaze devoid of joy or sorrow:

"I hate being threatened the most."

A rather alluring voice drifted from the crowd:

"Haha, you're joking, senior."

Her voice carried a sweet, meaningful quality:

"How could we dare to make things difficult for our senior?"

In the crowd, undisguised gazes lingered on Hai Shan's left hand and left foot:

"It's just that, this time, the precognitive dream of the Corpse Immortal of Ten Thousand Industries might come true ahead of schedule."

As soon as she finished speaking, Wang Qian frowned: "June! Don't be rude!"

The next moment, there was a "click".

The flash of the phone camera illuminated the frame, the white light particularly dazzling in the night.

The crowd stared in disbelief at Hai Shan, who was holding up his phone and taking pictures of them.

Hai Shan stood in the center of the island, holding his phone horizontally.

He took pictures of everyone's faces one by one.

Qin Mingyu's expression darkened: "Supreme Lord of Penglai, what is the meaning of this?"

Hai Shan didn't look up, but tapped the screen a few times with his finger.

He sent the photo to Hai Mianmian, replying casually as he typed:

"I was originally going to look for you guys, but you came here first."

"Let me take a picture of you all, otherwise it'll be hard to explain if the number of people isn't right later."

He put his phone back in his sleeve and looked down to check the time.

Then he raised his head and his gaze swept over the crowd:

"There's still an hour until tomorrow, so I don't mind playing with you guys for a bit."

Qin Mingyu narrowed her eyes: "Play around?"

Hai Shan nodded.

He stretched out his finger, pointing it at Qin Mingyu in front of him:

"I'll kill you first."

His gaze swept over the crowd, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears:

"As for you, you can try to stop me or run away if you want."

Before I kill him, those who want to surrender should tie their hands behind their backs and withdraw their own disciples.

Then kneel before the immortal talent for three days, and I'll leave you alone."

Hai Shan took a step forward, his foot landing on the reef:

"The rules of this game are..."

"After I kill him, you can't surrender anymore."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's expression changed.

"The Supreme Being of Penglai, isn't that a bit too confident?"

Faced with the astonished and uncertain expressions on everyone's faces, Hai Shan shook his head:

How will you know if you don't try?

As he spoke.

He walked towards Qin Mingyu.

Qin Mingyu was furious, her voice rising several octaves, her dark gold robe fluttering in the wind:

"Just because someone flattered you a bit in the underworld, you think you're invincible?"

He simply stepped into the void, walking step by step toward Qin Mingyu in mid-air.

Each step felt like walking on air, yet ripples of pale gold spread out beneath my feet, as if I were walking on water.

He walked slowly, almost as if he were taking a stroll.

"Build a wooden prison!"

A piece of wood, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, grew from the void. Its thick roots intertwined and wrapped around Hai Shan in the blink of an eye, forming an impenetrable wooden prison.

The wood was covered in shimmering blue runes, radiating a strong life force.

"Southern Bright Fire!"

Qin Mingyu formed a hand seal, and a blue fire dragon roared out from his palm, its body wrapped in blazing white flames, and crashed straight into the wooden prison.

Wherever the fire dragon passed, the air was scorched and distorted, and even the seawater below evaporated into large plumes of white mist.

"boom!!!"

Sparks flew everywhere, and waves of heat rolled in.

Half the island was engulfed in flames, and the bushes and crooked trees were instantly reduced to charcoal.

The seawater boiled, and white mist filled the air, enveloping the entire island in a hazy layer of steam.

Upon hearing this attack, Qin Mingyu, the Supreme Master of the Five Elements Sect, narrowed his eyes.

Nanming Li Huo is almost the strongest attack method of his Five Elements Sect.

It combines the power of the two extreme attributes of wood and fire, and its ability to destroy magic is comparable to the legendary Samadhi Fire.

Even a powerful expert would be severely injured if struck by this attack, even if they survive.

Unexpectedly, the next moment...

Under Qin Mingyu's incredulous gaze, the flames completely froze.

The rolling flames hovered in mid-air, and the flying sparks solidified into red specks of light.

The distorted air was frozen into wavy patterns.

Hai Shan stepped out from the solidified flames.

He was completely unharmed, his clothes were perfectly intact, and not a single hair was burned or curled.

He walked out of the flames as if passing through a gentle breeze, his feet treading on the void, one step, two steps, unhurriedly.

Hai Shan glanced calmly at Qin Mingyu through the firelight, his lips barely moving:

"Certainly."

Amidst the incredulous gazes of the crowd, Qin Mingyu's originally loose clothing suddenly seemed to come alive.

The cuffs tightened abruptly, constricting his arms;

The belt tightened suddenly, constricting his waist and abdomen;

She flipped up his collar and wrapped it around his neck.

The dark gold robe transformed into a living thing, locking him firmly in mid-air, unable to move.

Qin Mingyu's pupils contracted sharply, and he was about to activate his magic power.

But he discovered that the once surging magical power within his body was now completely empty.

"How is that possible?!"

"My magic power!!!"

His gaze fell on Hai Shan, as if he had seen a ghost.

Hai Shan didn't say anything, but continued walking towards him.

One step, two steps, the distance is getting closer and closer.

"Crack!"

A sword mark appeared out of thin air in front of Hai Shan, as thin as a hair, yet it exuded a chilling sharpness.