The Zhao Household's Crisis

As night fell, faint starlight shone through the Dark Clouds onto the snow, illuminating patches of the world.

On Bianhe Mountain, Zhao Household Disciples, their faces wary, patrolled their own mountain gate.

Tonight, on this towering mountain, all the Mountain-Guarding Formations have been activated, and layers of faintly visible light shields cover a large area.

Yang Tianyou stood on a Large Bluestone, gazing into the distance. His platinum pupils reflected streaks of starlight, and his invisible gaze swept across seven or eight miles in an instant, landing on Bianhe Mountain.

As if layers of mist were being peeled away, even Second-Tier Upper-Grade Formation was slowly and firmly pierced through by Great White Gold Eyes, and blurry figures flashed through his mind one after another.

As time passed and the night deepened, suddenly, an undisguised, violent aura pressed down from the Western Sky. In a daze, Yang Tianyou seemed to see a towering mountain pushing towards Bianhe Mountain.

Even from a distance of several miles, the aura of violence and madness was like Mortal facing a ferocious Vengeful Ghost, sending chills down one's spine.

"Iron Rakshasa..."

Yang Tianyou's expression turned solemn, not because of the owner of this aura, but because he was worried about his Lineage.

If Iron Rakshasa is sent to the Zhao Household, then Qi Yulong will most likely go to Purple Moon Mountain.

Regardless of whether the latter saw through the Yang Household's plan, their strength as a Golden Core Devil Cultivator alone was a huge threat, which made Yang Tianyou worry.

However, thinking of the two Golden Core Cultivators from the Gold and Silver Alliance in his Lineage, Yang Tianyou slowly calmed down. Even if the two Golden Core cultivators couldn't defeat Qi Yulong, at the very least they could protect the Yang Household, right?

He shook his head, banishing these jumbled thoughts, and began to concentrate fully, preparing to attack Bianhe Mountain.

With the arrival of the Iron Rakshasa, battle is not far off.

At this moment, Liu Changqing stepped forward, his brows slightly furrowed. "Iron Rakshasa has arrived in person. We need to be careful with this operation. Avoid conflict with him unless absolutely necessary; this guy is too strong!"

"I understand, don't worry," Yang Tianyou replied, then turned and asked, "How are the preparations going with the tribesmen down below?"

"Everything is ready. We'll attack with all our might once the Zhao Household's Defensive Formation is breached. Don't worry, these clansmen are all elite members carefully selected by our two families. They will not cause any trouble!" Liu Changqing reassured them softly.

"That's good. Now let's see how Iron Rakshasa performs. Speaking of which, I'd also like to see just how remarkable this Foundation Establishment expert, who's known as one of the three strongest below the Golden Core stage in Dragon Valley, really is!"

Yang Tianyou's expression shifted slightly, and an astonishing light shone from his eyes, gleaming brightly in the night.

"No rush. You'll see soon!" Liu Changqing had lost his competitive spirit and smiled faintly, speaking leisurely.

The appearance of the Iron Rakshasa not only attracted the attention of Yang Tianyou's side, but the Zhao Household also noticed it immediately.

Clang!

Clang!

The long, resonant chime of the bell echoed across Bianhe Mountain; this was the Zhao Household's Warning Bell.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The bell tolled as Zhao Household Disciples, riding their Law Artifacts, flew out of their residences, their faces filled with murderous intent, heading straight for the front mountain.

Aww!

A domineering and violent tiger roar came from the Bianhe Mountain. Immediately afterwards, a golden light suddenly appeared and flew to the front of the mountain gate in a short time, facing the Iron Rakshasa from afar within the Formation.

It was Zhao Leicong, the Zhao Household Ancestor. At this moment, he unleashed his full power, his aura of a Foundation Establishment Great Perfection. The Gold-White Spiritual Power he cultivated from the "White Tiger Seven-Kill Instruction" transformed into a Big White that roared to the sky, dominating the air. A Desolation, domineering, and all-encompassing aura swept across the boundless sky.

"Zhao Leicong..."

"Is he the Zhao Household Ancestor? He truly lives up to his reputation; his cultivation has reached such a level."

"Hehe, don't be afraid. No matter how strong he is, Iron Rakshasa is there to protect him. We just need to follow behind the Dragon Valley Sect and reap the benefits."

"What this fellow Daoist says is quite right; taking advantage of troubled waters is the best strategy!"

As Zhao Leicong appeared, the cultivators who harbored ill intentions towards the Zhao Household, who had been hiding in the shadows, also began to show themselves.

Evil Cultivators, Devil Cultivators, Rogue Cultivators, and even figures from Foreign Races... each one of them was masked and concealed their identities, but without exception, these cultivators all revealed naked malice towards the Zhao Household.

Sensing the undisguised malice around him, Zhao Leicong's heart sank. If it were only the Dragon Valley Sect coming after him, he believed he could still hold them off as long as Qi Yulong hadn't arrived.

However, there are too many opportunists who have come here because of the news. Just from the aura of Foundation Establishment, Zhao Leicong sensed no less than ten people, and there are definitely more hidden in the dark than he has detected.

This doesn't even include the Foundation Establishment of the Dragon Valley Sect who came with the Iron Rakshasa; the situation is extremely dire.

"Iron Rakshasa, my Zhao Household has never received the Dragon Valley Sect's inheritance. The current news is all rumors spread by the Purple Moon Yang Household. Do you really want to become my Zhao Household's enemy just because of these rumors?"

Zhao Leicong roared angrily, but did not make a move. Even the usually domineering Tiger King had to compromise when faced with an insurmountable predicament.

"Kill!"

A tall and imposing figure stood in the sky, with demonic runes slowly writhing on his bare upper body. Iron Rakshasa completely ignored Zhao Leicong's words, waved his right hand, and roared!

Boom!

The battle erupted with a roar, as the Devil Cultivators of the Dragon Valley Sect launched their attack with ferocious laughter.

More than a hundred Law Technique and Law Artifacts unleashed a demonic light that covered hundreds of feet of sky, sweeping across the land and tearing through the Heavenly Gang, creating a suffocating atmosphere that suddenly descended upon Bianhe Mountain.

Damn it!

Zhao Leicong was filled with shock and anger. He hadn't expected that the other side wouldn't even give him a chance to talk and would start a war right away.

But when the time came, this seasoned Zhao Household Ancestor displayed his characteristic resilience. He snorted coldly, then turned around and shouted, "Defense with all your might!"

Buzz!

As soon as he finished speaking, a series of dazzling Formation Shields appeared in everyone's sight. A huge amount of Spiritual Qi was drawn from the Second-Tier Upper-Grade Spirit Vein on Bianhe Mountain, continuously supplying the array's Formation consumption.

"Kill!"

Nearly a hundred Devil Cultivators from the Dragon Valley Sect, whose strength was at least at the Middle Qi Refinement Refining, activated their magical Law Artifacts and Law Technique, transforming them into a raging torrent of attacking light that crashed down and relentlessly struck the Zhao Household's defensive shield.

In the distance, Yang Tianyou watched the scene unfold before him expressionlessly. In his pupils, flames began to burn, growing ever more intense with time!

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Like a pure Barbarian Tribe, Iron Rakshasa used her body as a weapon, ignoring the continuous attacks from the Zhao Household family cultivators within the Formation.

Fists, fingers, feet, and palms were all covered in pitch-black demonic runes, even more solid than Second-Tier Spirit Metal. With such a physique, his entire body became a deadly weapon, unleashing a frenzied and violent onslaught.

Yang Tianyou, who was watching the battlefield situation from afar, couldn't help but twitch his eyelids upon seeing this.

Even with my current defensive capabilities, I probably couldn't withstand more than a few hits from this kind of attack.

What surprised him most was Iron Rakshasa, who was actually a pure Body Cultivator, which was extremely rare among cultivators of Human Race's Immortal and Devil Paths.

Pure Body Cultivators, unless they are rare Combat Genius, are generally inferior to Cultivators of the same level before reaching the Foundation Establishment Late Stage.

However, once they cultivate to the Foundation Establishment Late Stage, their strength will make a great leap. Their entire body becomes perfectly integrated, impervious to blades and spears, and immune to water and fire. Their Blood Qi is so powerful that even gods and ghosts are afraid of them, making them extremely difficult to deal with.

Just like the Iron Rakshasa before him, Law Technique attacks that landed on him were instantly shattered by the magical runes contained in his Skin Membrane. Even if they penetrated through the Skin Membrane and into his flesh, they were like snow falling into magma, quickly melted away by his powerful Fleshly Body.

When the Law Artifact struck it, it produced a resounding clang, as if it were striking a Black Iron Mountain rather than a body of flesh and blood, with the sound of metal clashing against metal ringing out incessantly.

The terrifying power of Body Cultivators was immediately revealed!