Beginning with the Ubume Bird

The rolling sound of the tide surged, and a palm broke through the waves, pressing down on the back of Wushan’s head.

Feng Yi’s four fingers tightened, and his cold visage emerged from the water, whispering into Wushan’s ear: “Actually, I quite admire you. Too bad.”

With a mournful cry from General Cat, Feng Yi, riding the surge of the Yellow River’s great wave, pressed Wushan’s head down from his superior height into the deadly pale mark left by Sifan!

Golden-red flames exploded outwards, and streams of fire scattered as the new arrival crossed two cleavers over his chest, his feet resembling molten lava as he kicked up from the water, sending mist spiraling into the air.

Immediately following, using the force to spring back, he grabbed the collar of Wushan’s neck and flew backward.

Cha Xiaodao.

Dozens of colorful ribbons flared from behind Wushan, shielding Cha Xiaodao between his legs.

“Speed and strength are nearly matched with us, we’ve got a fight on our hands.”

Cha Xiaodao’s entire body seemed to simmer with crimson magma as he shouted, as for whether he believed his own words, that’s another matter.

Feng Yi, belonging to the ‘Human’ of the Five Immortals, was indeed physically outclassed by the Five Insects.

“The waters of Canglang are clear, I can wash my tassel; the waters of Canglang are muddied, I can wash my feet.”

Feng Yi seemed indifferent, his body adorned by streams of water both clear and muddy, twirling around him like ethereal ribbons, exuding an otherworldly aura.

A black broadsword cleaved down, carrying with it swirling white qi.

“Bai Ze?”

Feng Yi narrowly evaded the qi, while behind him, stone rails on the pavement shattered, reduced to rubble.

Zhao Xin gripped the handle of her broadsword; as it fell, her slight frame was still airborne. Feng Yi raised a finger, directing a stream of the Yellow River’s clear water straight for Zhao Xin’s forehead, only to see it shattered by an abrupt black current.

Zhao Wu reformed his shape and coughed out a mouthful of blood.

“Brother, I’ve got this.”

Zhao Xin tossed her hair, the white qi swirling more intensely around her blade.

“Nonsense.”

Zhao Wu cursed, yanking a red stone Buddha pendant from around his neck and throwing it to Zhao Xin. He glanced at Li Yan, standing with his hands behind his back, his face tinged with bitterness.

Humans have a herd mentality; Wushan was the first to go, unaccompanied, but now half of the eight people had joined the fray and the rest were eager to move.

Wushan’s initially spoken logic was sound and understood by the others.

It’s the lead goose that gets shot, a fact very clear in Wushan’s own mind, but he didn’t care.

If you guys don’t dare to go first, I will. I’ll accept any loss that comes, I sure as hell don’t want to wait to go down with this ship alongside you fools.

Now, Cha Xiaodao, Zhao Xin, and Wushan simultaneously advanced, their combined forces of swirling qi, golden-red flames, and colorful ribbons encircling Feng Yi.

The mustachioed man lifted the Bullhorn Great Bow, the bowstring pulling with a sound like ripping silk.

Both the old man and the baby-faced man exchanged glances before joining the fray.

Only Li Yan remained standing outside the arena, motionless.

The Bullhorn Great Bow twanged as the Wrapped Iron Long Arrow howled through the air, the silver arrowhead shattering in midair and revealing a spark of agitated flame.

Feng Yi’s lips quirked.

Crack!

The splash of the Yellow River hit the arrowhead, halting its momentum, smearing the arrow shaft and its fletching across the mustachioed man’s face.

Blood spurted, and the man’s head, now mush, collapsed to the ground.

The old man took a few ghostly steps to Feng Yi’s back, formed an odd hand seal, and blasted it towards the back of Feng Yi’s head.

Wushan saw that the seemingly unremarkable hand seal was derived from a very powerful Yan Fu Fruit, impressive in its force, and felt a jolt in his spirit.

“Boom!”

Without turning his head, Feng Yi reached back with his right hand and tightly grasped the old man’s face. His thumb and index finger clamped around the old man’s eye sockets and a turbid yellow stream spurted forth.

On the ground covered in the frothy yellow mud, the old man was abruptly buried in the Yellow River’s waters, leaving only his empty shoes and clothes behind. The old man had vanished into thin air.

This horrifying spectacle made everyone pause.

“Having fun playing with you, you’re getting excited.”

Feng Yi’s face was impassive, the rumbling sound of water surging around him. In front of the Meridian Gate, already distorted beyond recognition by “Sifan,” tumultuous muddy waves slammed against the wall, powerfully breaching the Meridian Gate and the Wufeng Building!

“What a nuisance!”

Wiping the corner of his mouth, Wushan was overcome with a deep sense of powerlessness. He instinctively looked towards Li Yan.

“Is this why he isn’t taking action?”

But when he looked at Li Yan, he saw his eyes brimming with wild ambition and vitality.

“What a nuisance!”

It was only then that Wushan realized that the phrase “What a nuisance!” hadn’t been spoken by Feng Yi at all!

The dense night was enveloped in an even darker gloom, and the clouds rolled with dark red lightning not in the shape of tree branches, but spiderweb fissures.

The thunderous sound of breaking shocked the soul, countless black feathers towered like giant trees, and from the dark clouds descended black wings that covered the sky and sun.

“Still not dug out…”

Feng Yi finally showed emotion.

The sweeping force of Sifan passed over the Yonghe Palace, not revealing the lifeless white of death but shining with the brilliant golden light of Hao!

Feng Yi’s eyes lit up, his body summoning a towering wave from the Yellow River, heading for the Yonghe Palace.

Below the endless black wings, a man with a bare back fell like a meteor, surrounded by a ring of red flames, smashing toward the Meridian Gate.

Both the sky-covering black wings and the towering Yellow River waves were reshaping everyone’s perceptions on the scene.

Yan Fu could actually achieve this.

“Ten Masters!”

Wushan clenched his fists, his eyes blazing.

“Sudu.” Li Yan suddenly spoke.

“My lord!” Nine-Winged Sudu was invigorated, her [Dragon Skin Lamp] still unused. During the chaos at Xiangshan, she was taken out early by Wushan, her strength unrevealed, and she had been holding back ever since, now ready to impress Li Yan.

“Go back. You should have a way to get back to Dragon Tiger Mountain, right?”

Nine-Winged Sudu was struck as if by lightning, stuttering, “But, but no, no way…”

“Go back. I’m serious,” Li Yan’s voice was calm, but his brow furrowed into a furrow.

Nine-Winged Sudu opened her mouth, swallowed hard, and tears swirled in her eyes.

“My lord… please be careful in everything.”

Nine-Winged Sudu’s black wings drooped, she gave Li Yan one last, plaintive look. The nine-colored Dragon Tiger Qi dissipated from her body, a pulling force appeared from nowhere, the air twisted to the sides, and soon after, Nine-Winged Sudu was sucked into it.

Li Yan took a deep breath, suppressing the trembling feeling of walking through fire to fetch chestnuts, and took an item out from the Seal Space.

[Punishment Division Waistband (Night)]!