Fighting: I am Han Feng, I respect my teacher

Yao Wangui was somewhat frightened.

This Pure Lotus Demon Flame is truly terrifying...

If what they suspected was just an illusion, then how powerful must the demonic fire itself be?

Yao Wangui couldn't imagine it; he just wanted to go home quickly and get some rest.

Whoosh whoosh!

The powerful figures from each race immediately returned, while some chose to linger, hoping to find some traces of the demonic fire.

However, this was destined to be in vain. The Demon Flame Space was sealed off, and no one except Han Feng could enter that space.

At this very moment, in the Southern Li Empire.

Sikong Chan sat upright on the throne, her eyes filled with doubt.

So far, there has been no talk of the descent of evil spirits.

Everything was peaceful on the mainland, and the men sent out did not discover anything unusual.

"Could it be that the warning from the Vermilion Bird Crystal was false?"

Although everything is peaceful now, Sikong Chan still feels uneasy.

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Starfall Pavilion.

Han Feng returned to the place and first scanned it with his divine sense. He found nothing unusual, and then descended into the room where Yao Chen was.

"teacher."

"Huh? You're back?"

Yao Chen was very surprised to see Han Feng, but then looked at him with a happy expression.

"Success?"

Han Feng nodded.

"Successfully subdued the Pure Lotus Demon Flame, and is now at the mid-stage of the Eight-Star Dou Sheng realm."

"Okay, okay!"

Yao Chen took a deep breath first, then sighed with emotion.

"Eight-star Dou Sheng, even the patriarch of the Medicine Clan has not reached this level."

Han Feng, with his mortal body, has cultivated all the way to where he is today, and can be said to be the most outstanding genius on the continent.

Even if they are figures like the Pure Lotus Demon Saint or the Yellow Spring Demon Saint, my disciple Han Feng is no worse than them!

Yao Chen felt very proud.

"Teacher, has anything major happened recently?"

"No, everything is normal."

As soon as Yao Chen uttered these words, a pitch-black gap suddenly appeared deep within the Starfall Pavilion mountain range.

Click!

The slight sound wasn't loud and didn't disturb the disciples in the pavilion, but for Han Feng, whose divine sense was powerful, alarm bells rang in his mind and his hair stood on end.

The next instant, Han Feng appeared at the edge of the crack. He stared at the dark fissure, and a sense of oppression from the level of life itself made his body tense up subconsciously.

The next second, Yao Chen also caught up. When he saw the dark crack, his expression changed drastically.

"What is this?"

"Teacher, please move away."

Han Feng shielded Yao Chen behind him, his eyes fixed on the dark crack in front of him.

This darkness was unusual; it seemed harmless, yet it gave Han Feng a very bad feeling.

Suddenly, a black hand emerged from the crack.

Without the slightest hesitation, Han Feng unleashed the Pure Lotus Demon Flame, striking the black hand with all his might.

Although the Black Hand's movements were slow, the threat it posed to Han Feng was the greatest in history, almost comparable to that of Soul Emperor Gu Yuan.

The purifying power of the Pure Lotus Demon Flame melted away the black hand, purifying the wisps of black energy.

Han Feng breathed a slight sigh of relief. The power of the Purifying Lotus Demon Flame was still quite reliable; its powerful purifying force was already able to purify the evil energy.

"Teacher, I will seal off this place first. You should have all the members of the Starfall Pavilion gather, and have Uncle Feng prepare to guide everyone over."

Han Feng said quickly.

"it is good,"

Yao Chen nodded, but as soon as he turned around, another crack suddenly tore open, and a black hand quickly reached out to grab Yao Chen.

boom!

The Pure Lotus Demon Flame struck the Black Hand first, purifying it.

"Teacher, let's go!"

A white lotus quietly bloomed in Han Feng's hand, his expression deep and serious.

"be careful!"

Yao Chen gave Han Feng a deep look, then flew off into the distance.

Han Feng watched Yao Chen leave out of the corner of his eye, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

"So it's an extraterrestrial evil race, they actually came to the Starfall Pavilion."

Han Feng's voice grew colder, and the flames around him burned even more fiercely.

"Then let's have a good fight."

"Kakaka..."

The black crack emitted a series of cracking sounds, as if mocking the intruder.

Han Feng quickly formed hand seals, and the power of the Nine Dragons Thunderfire spread out, sealing off this area.

"Nine Dragons Seal!"

With a low shout from Han Feng, the Nine Dragons Thunderfire transformed into a giant thunderfire dragon, swirling around the black rift and forming a thunderfire sealing array.

The sky roared, the void trembled, and violent fire and lightning power attempted to suppress the crack.

However, the next moment, a low, strange laugh came from the dark crack.

"Kakaka!"

The eerie laughter seemed to come from a distant abyss, sinister and profound, carrying an irresistible pressure that directly caused Han Feng's chest to tremble violently and his internal fighting spirit to stagnate.

click!

Another black hand slowly emerged, accompanied by an aura surpassing that of a Dou Sheng. Its movements remained sluggish, yet it carried a sense of oppression capable of shattering space itself.

"So powerful... What is this?!"

Han Feng's pupils shrank slightly. He was already at the mid-stage of the Eight-Star Dou Sheng realm and controlled the Pure Lotus Demon Flame, but in the face of this power, he still felt as insignificant as an ant.

"This is no ordinary demon... This is a supreme being from beyond the realm, a truly formidable enemy!"

He now understood that this was not simply an invasion of evil energy. The source of this power was an existence capable of overturning the entire continent, but it was currently suppressed by the Dou Qi Continent and could not fully descend.

Even so, with just one hand, Han Feng was forced to fight with all his might.

boom!

The Pure Lotus Demon Flame erupted once more. Han Feng's figure soared, white lotuses bloomed, thunder and fire roared, and he slammed a palm towards the outstretched black hand.

However, this time the black hand only paused for a moment before piercing through the flame defense like paper and grabbing at him!

"hateful!"

Han Feng retreated sharply, the void beneath his feet shattering like glass, cracks spreading everywhere.

The evil hand lunged again. Han Feng gritted his teeth and roared, gathering the Pure Lotus Demon Flame in his palm. He thrust out a palm, forcefully repelling the evil hand. But just then—

"Wow!!!"

A sharp shriek suddenly came from the depths of the crack, and a huge suction force suddenly erupted!

"Oops--"

Before Han Feng could react, he was instantly enveloped by that power, and even the space around him began to distort. His body was uncontrollably pulled into the depths of the crack.

"Damn it!"

He roared as he mobilized his internal fighting spirit and strange fire, but the more he struggled, the stronger the suction became, and even the Pure Lotus Demon Fire could not break through this domain.

He was about to be completely devoured—

"Feng'er!!!"

A familiar voice suddenly called out from afar, accompanied by a streak of light that pierced through the air. A hand grabbed Han Feng's arm and pulled him back from the edge of the crack!

Han Feng was suddenly stunned: "Teacher!? Why are you back!?"

That man was Yao Chen, his face pale, his robes fluttering, but his expression was extremely resolute.

"Is this the legendary extraterrestrial evil race?"

Han Feng's expression changed drastically, and he said urgently, "Run! Teacher, you're no match for him!"

"I know I can't win," Yao Chen said in a deep voice, "but I can't let you face this monster alone. You are my disciple, how can I watch you be devoured by something like this?"

Han Feng's heart jolted, and for a moment he almost forgot about the danger around him.

The next instant, the pitch-black crack suddenly opened wide, and a vortex-like dark abyss emerged, violently engulfing Han Feng and Yao Chen together!

"teacher!!"

"Stay calm, it's not the worst time yet."

In the darkness, only Yao Chen's deep and resolute voice could be heard.

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Deep within the rift, darkness surged, and a colossal hand, capable of blotting out the sky, slowly emerged. Its five fingers were like sharp blades, and each finger bone was engraved with strange black and gold runes, resembling some kind of ancient demonic pattern, radiating a wave that made one's soul tremble.

The instant Han Feng and Yao Chen were swallowed, an ancient murmur suddenly rose from the depths of the rift:

"Greed, anger, ignorance, and resentment, obsessions turn into calamities... My heart is a prison, and all thoughts are demons."

boom! !

A strange black-gold aura swept out, staining the surrounding spatial rifts and forming a phantom that resembled a hellish palace, upon which four ancient characters appeared: "Heart Demon Tribulation Domain"!

A colossal figure slowly emerged from the depths of the crack, its mere half-body seemingly supporting the heavens and the earth.

It was a tall, indistinct demonic figure, wearing a nine-bone demonic crown and a black-scaled, blood-red robe. A vertical pupil had split open in its chest and was slowly opening!

Endless darkness engulfed Han Feng and Yao Chen like a tidal wave. The two felt as if the world had been lost, their souls adrift, and there was no longer any concept of time or space around them, only a deep oppression and deathly silence.

After an unknown amount of time, Han Feng suddenly heard a familiar voice calling his name.

“Mr. Han...you promised me you would come back alive.”

He suddenly opened his eyes—before him stood the ancient clan's main hall, with Gu Xun'er dressed in white, standing at the far end of the hall with a smile on her face.

Han Feng was stunned. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly realized that he was kneeling in the hall, covered in wounds, his fighting spirit exhausted, and his hands stained with blood!

"What...what's going on?"

His voice choked with emotion, and his eyes showed surprise and doubt.

"You have failed." Gu Xun'er spoke slowly, her tone as cold as frost.

"You failed to stop the Soul Clan. The old doctor is dead, my father died in battle, and our fates... are all the same as before, without any change."

"How strong do you think you are? You're nothing more than a puppet chosen by the Heavenly Dao."

A cold wind swept in from the end of the hall, and Gu Xun'er's face gradually blurred, turning into a cloud of black mist. That cloud of black mist then transformed into another Han Feng.

With a cold smile, "Han Feng" walked over slowly: "Do you know what you fear most in your heart?"

"You fear that everyone will eventually die because of your karma; you fear that you cannot overcome the insurmountable barrier of the Dou Di realm; you fear that you are nothing more than a discarded child of the Heavenly Dao, a vessel for rebirth!"