The Sacred Leaves Family's Wishes for Peace

Watching Niu Nao disappear from sight, Fang Qiuefeng was filled with grief.

That was a Saint King-level great demon! If he had gotten to eat him, his cultivation would've improved tremendously!

But he knew better than to disrupt the patriarch's plan, so he stayed obediently to the side.

Of course, the guards left behind to watch over the Heavenfire Blazebeast Clan weren't just Niu Nao. His sudden departure had left the others completely unaware of what had happened.

Fang Ting said simply, "You handle the rest."

"Understood."

Fang Luo and the others entered the Heavenfire Blazebeast Clan's settlement and took care of the remaining Bull Demon Clan warriors.

The rest of the Saint-level guards stood no chance against the trio and were quickly dealt with.

They also freed the imprisoned Heavenfire Blazebeasts. Ever since the day they refused to submit to the Qiu Dragon King, the Saint-level experts of their clan had been sealed and locked away.

They had endured countless attempts at coercion—but the Heavenfire Blazebeast Clan had sworn never to give in.

They had been prepared to die resisting—but Fang Ting had come, liberating them and restoring their freedom.

"Our Heavenfire Blazebeast Clan gives heartfelt thanks to the Fang Clan Patriarch!" the old clan chief said, eyes brimming with tears.

Fang Ting replied calmly, "We're all one family—no need for such formality."

"Yes, yes, we're all one family," the old chief repeated, now certain that whatever the Fang family needed in the future, the Heavenfire Blazebeast Clan would give its full support.

Their clan members were honest and simple in nature, not given to scheming—perfect companions in both hardship and peace.

Just then, a thunderous roar echoed across the land.

"Fang Ting—get the hell out here!!"

Just from the voice alone, it was clear it was Niu Nao—the same guy who'd just been slapped into a crater and fled moments ago.

His earlier flight had been so pathetic, and now his roar was so brash—it was hard to believe it was the same person.

Fang Ting and the others looked up.

Three towering figures descended from the sky. Niu Nao was on the left, and the other two were even stronger than him.

If Fang Ting hadn't shielded the area with his aura, everyone present—human and demon—would've been crushed by the pressure of these three alone.

Bai Qingxue quickly whispered introductions:

"The one on the right is the ancestor of the Howling Moon Golden Wolf Clan—Eighth Heaven Saint King. The one in the middle is the Golden-Winged Tiger Clan's patriarch—Ninth Heaven Saint King."

The Golden-Winged Tigers, Bull Demons, and Howling Moon Wolves had been loyal to the Qiu Dragon King from the start. The other imperial clans had been gradually coerced or subdued into submission afterward.

Niu Nao, fearing Fang Ting might escape, had immediately called these two over.

He thought Fang Ting was at most a Saint King of the Eighth or Ninth Heaven. With these two helping him, they should be enough.

Even if they couldn't kill him, they could hold out until reinforcements—or the Qiu Dragon King himself—arrived.

Hovering above, Niu Nao pointed furiously at Fang Ting.

"Fang! Your clan's brats killed the prodigies of our three clans. Today, we'll settle old and new grudges all at once!"

Whether it was Jin Kui, Niu Kun, Niu Hang, or E Zhen—each had indeed died at the hands of Fang family prodigies.

Fang Ting smiled.

"If they weren't good enough, who can they blame?"

"You—!!"

That single remark enraged the three old ancestors even further. Jin Kui and the others had been the most talented of their younger generations—highly valued and nurtured.

Yet they had all perished at the hands of the Fang family, a humiliation that still burned. And now Fang Ting dared to mock them?

"Fang! Die!!"

"I'll skin you alive!!"

With roars of fury, all three charged Fang Ting, as if he were their mortal enemy, ready to devour him whole.

Faced with the joint assault of three Saint King-level giants, Fang Ting remained calm. He casually raised a hand and pressed down with one palm.

"RUMBLE—!!"

The palm print sealed the void like a falling sky, containing the power to shatter heaven and earth as it swept downward.

"Kill!!"

The three ancestors sensed the might of the palm and immediately revealed their true forms.

As Saint King-level great demons, their physical forms were enormous—each one several hundred yards long, towering like mountains. Wherever they passed, all beasts bowed in submission.

As descendants of ancient exotic beasts, they possessed powerful innate abilities—and they unleashed them all at once.

The Golden-Winged Tiger's wings gleamed like heavenly blades, bright enough to split the sky.

The Great Strength Bull Demon's body swelled even larger, skin dark as iron, four huge horns on his head like divine weapons.

The Howling Moon Golden Wolf summoned a silver moon over his head, his crimson eyes exuding a hellish aura.

A demon beast's greatest weapon was its sacred-body-like flesh. With no way to dodge the sealed space, the three charged directly at the palm.

"BOOM BOOM BOOM!!"

Three mountain-sized bodies collided with the enormous palm. The shockwave echoed across thousands of miles, and some nearby beasts were killed outright from the pressure alone.

In just one breath's time, the three old ancestors were sent flying.

"BANG! BANG! BANG!"

They slammed into the ground in succession, gouging out three enormous craters and stirring clouds of dust—no further sounds came from within.

Down in his crater, Niu Nao was dazed.

Who am I...?

Where am I...?

Why does this feel... so familiar...?

Meanwhile, Fang Ting stood calmly, dressed in white, hands behind his back, like an immortal descended to the mortal realm.

Only one word could describe him—effortless.

The Heavenfire Blazebeast Clan's experts were dumbfounded, eyes wide as they stared at Fang Ting.

They had known the Fang family patriarch was strong—but this strong? To singlehandedly dominate three longtime enemies?

No wonder their old ancestor followed him around like a spirit pet. With power like this—who wouldn't want to follow him?

In that moment, gratitude transformed into reverence and admiration in the eyes of every Heavenfire Blazebeast present.

Even Bai Qingxue stood slack-jawed, her enchanting eyes locked onto Fang Ting—as if all the heavens and earth held no one else but him.

Fang Luo and the others were stunned as well, each lost in their own thoughts.

Fang Luo nodded silently.

[Looks like Sixth Uncle really has stepped into the Emperor Realm... I underestimated his talent. Maybe even without us, under his leadership, the Fang family could still rise to greatness.]

Fang Chen clicked his tongue in awe.

[Worthy of being the clan leader—he handled it with a wave. We've still got a long way to go.]

Fang Qiuefeng, on the other hand, was practically drooling.

[Wonderful! Three late-stage Saint King-level beasts! If I eat all of them, I might just break through on the spot!]