"You..."

The Son of Wind’s face turned pale, his eyes widened as he stared at Xiao Yifeng.

"Hand over the Wind Spirit Pearl, or I will make you suffer so much that you’d rather be dead, and I guarantee you won’t die."

"Or I can destroy your Spirit Pill directly, and see if it recovers once you leave this Holy City Secret Realm."

Xiao Yifeng looked at the Son of Wind, smirking playfully.

"You lunatic!"

The Son of Wind stared at Xiao Yifeng intently.

"Thanks for the compliment. Now hand over the Wind Spirit Pearl. Otherwise, I know plenty of ways to torture people!"

Xiao Yifeng said, looking at the Son of Wind.

The Son of Wind screamed in agony; his pitiful appearance was hard for several women to look at directly.

Eventually, unable to withstand the torture any longer, the Son of Wind took out the Wind Spirit Pearl from his Storage Ring and handed it to Xiao Yifeng.

In the end, all the treasures in his Storage Ring were also taken by Xiao Yifeng, who then eliminated him with a palm strike—a truly miserable fate.

Outside the Holy City Secret Realm, the Son of Wind’s figure appeared, his face pale and extremely miserable.

Seeing the Son of Wind also being eliminated, the Elder leading the Wind Thunder Hall looked extremely displeased, and had someone help bring the Son of Wind back.

"What happened? Who killed you?"

The Elder asked.

"Xiao Yifeng!"

The Son of Wind said, his face very grim.

"Him again!"

The Wind Thunder Hall Elder with Dominant Realm strength looked solemn, his eyes flashing with intense anger; previously, the Son of Thunder was eliminated by him.

Now the Son of Wind is also eliminated by him, with both prodigies of Wind Thunder Hall losing to Xiao Yifeng, completely a blow to Wind Thunder Hall’s face.

"Moreover, the Wind Spirit Pearl I obtained in the Holy City Secret Realm was also taken by him. Elder, you mustn’t let him go!"

The Son of Wind looked at the Elder and pleaded.

"What? You obtained the Wind Spirit Pearl and he robbed you!"

The Elder was shocked; earlier, Xiao Yifeng took the Thunder Spirit Bead, which already angered him extremely. Unexpectedly, the Wind Spirit Pearl obtained by the Son of Wind was also robbed by him.

"Exactly, he also took everything from my Storage Ring!"

The Son of Wind said in a deep voice.

"That damned brat!"

The Wind Thunder Hall Elder shouted coldly, his eyes flashing with cold light.

"Elder, now both the wind and thunder pearls are in his hands; we must retrieve them!"

The Son of Thunder beside him spoke up.

"Understood!"

The Wind Thunder Hall Elder nodded, his face showing a trace of anger.

Holy City Secret Realm—

Princess Xiaoyin of the Country of Brahman Sounds looked pale at the moment, her body retreating repeatedly, showing a fearful expression as she faced a man in front of her.

This man was Zhang Jian, the son of the Vice Hall Master of Nether Palace, one of the Ten Great Sects in East Province, also one of the participants sent by Nether Palace for the Dragon List.

Zhang Jian’s lips curled with a wicked smile, his eyes flashing with a strange wicked light as he looked at Xiaoyin.

"Little beauty, you look pretty good!"

Zhang Jian smiled wickedly at Xiaoyin, this smile giving off a sinister and eerie feeling.

Perhaps because Zhang Jian belonged to Nether Palace, which signifies death and hell, naturally giving people such a feeling.

"What do you want? If you’re going to kill, just kill!"

Knowing she wasn’t a match for Zhang Jian, Xiaoyin didn’t resist and spoke directly.

"It would be a shame to eliminate you directly; I haven’t played with such a pure and charming little beauty like you yet. Why not let me play with you before eliminating you!"

Zhang Jian’s eyes were filled with wicked light, speaking directly.

Immediately, Xiaoyin’s face changed, her eyes showing a trace of fear.

"You dare! If you do this, my father won’t let you go; I am a princess of the Country of Brahman Sounds!"

Xiaoyin shouted promptly.

"Hmph, what of the Country of Brahman Sounds; it is merely a kingdom. As the son of the Vice Hall Master of Nether Palace, even if I have you, what can your father say?"

"I fear your Country of Brahman Sounds lacks the capability to oppose Nether Palace, or I’ll turn your kingdom into a Yellow Springs Hell!"

Zhang Jian spoke arrogantly and recklessly, his eyes flashing with disdain.

Xiaoyin’s face turned pale, looking extremely pitiful, vulnerable, and trembling under Zhang Jian’s threat.

"So arrogant, huh? I wonder if your father knows how arrogant you are?"

At this moment, another voice sounded, and Qijie’s figure appeared here.

"It’s you, the Buddha Sect’s Saint Heir!"

Zhang Jian looked at Qijie, his eyes flashing.

"Qijie!"

Seeing Qijie, Xiaoyin felt like finding a light in the darkness, appearing very excited.

"No worries, I’m here; no one will bully you!"

Qijie came to Xiaoyin’s side, patting her shoulder, and the latter excitedly hugged him, making Qijie’s face blush slightly, showing a bit of shyness.

"Oh, so loving, hero saving the beauty, huh!"

Zhang Jian smiled playfully.

"You shameless person, even as a disciple of a great sect, you do such shameless acts!"

Qijie snorted at Zhang Jian.

Boom!

Zhang Jian waved his hands, releasing the power of Nirvana Realm’s Third Layer; previously, he was at Nirvana Realm’s Second Layer, showing he also raised his realm within the Holy City Secret Realm.

Then, a dark blue flame erupted from Zhang Jian’s body again, the same flame he showed earlier; this flame was eerie, chilling, resembling flames from hell, giving people a spine-chilling feeling.

"Today, let me see just how powerful Buddha Sect’s Saint Heir is; can you withstand my Hell Netherfire!"

Zhang Jian emitted a cold aura, his eyes flashing with ice-cold light, seeming like he walked out of hell, incredibly terrifying.

"Hmph, I will let you know my power!"

Qijie released Xiaoyin, focusing on Zhang Jian, his body flowing with golden Buddhist light, instantly appearing solemn and dignified.

"Hell’s Seven-Fold Cannon!"

Zhang Jian shouted, waving his hands, the Hell Netherfire on his body transformed into several dark blue spheres, seven spheres formed by Hell Netherfire shot towards Qijie like cannonballs.

Each sphere could annihilate a master of Nirvana Realm’s Fourth Level; combined, their power was even greater.

"Boundless Buddha Dao, Golden Body with me!"

Qijie muttered like chanting, hands together, golden Buddhist light surged from his body, the light radiating empathy and compassion, and then Qijie’s body transformed into a golden body.

This golden body was not worse than Xiao Yifeng’s; it was even purer, as it was formed from Buddhist power to create a Buddhist Golden Body, with even greater power.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Seven explosions sounded continuously as the seven spheres formed by Hell Netherfire blasted onto Qijie’s golden body.

Then exploded, the explosive power creating ripples on the golden body, yet it did not break.