Backing Down

"So powerful! The strength of this legion is already comparable to Late Stage Yang God Martial Cultivator."

"Hehe, this time, the three old men with the Demon Eyes have really bitten off more than they can chew."

"Does anyone know which faction this army belongs to? I've never heard of such a powerful Cultivator Legion among the Nine Great Immortal Sects!"

"Of course you haven't heard of it. This legion is called the Purple Moon Army. It comes from the Lu Wu Realm, and it's said that they've killed no fewer than fifteen Yang God -level experts. They are truly formidable."

"Hiss, is it that powerful? Does that mean Elder Demon Eye and his companions are doomed?"

"No, this is still within our Qiongqi Realm, and the Demon Eye Elder and his group didn't succeed. Their crime doesn't warrant death. Logically and morally, the Purple Moon Army shouldn't go all out. After all, the two realms still need to cooperate to deal with the Nine Phoenix Realm. However, they will still receive a minor punishment as a warning, since they themselves were dishonest."

"Speaking of which, does anyone know why these three Yang Gods offended the Purple Moon Army, causing them to attack in anger?"

"I know, do you see those two standing over there? It seems that the valiant young man carrying the Long Spear has unlocked too many Aperture Opening, attracting the covetous eyes of the three Yang Gods."

"Too many Aperture Opening?" The Martial Cultivator exchanged bewildered glances, their curiosity piqued. How many Apertures would it take to attract the covetous eyes of the three Yang Gods?

Aside from the heated discussions among the Martial Cultivator, on the other side, the Vermilion Bird Divine Beast swiftly resolved the deadly situation. Then, under Yang Yusheng's leadership, the Purple Moon Army immediately changed formation, setting up the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation.

Boom!!

Towering Portal, thousands of feet high, emerged from the void and rapidly solidified, standing tall in the sky.

Some of these Portals were deathly still, radiating an aura of boundless desolation, and were extremely terrifying.

Some are full of vitality, as if in early spring, when all things are flourishing and the world is reviving.

The Portal are connected by thick golden locks, covered with dense and mysterious array Array Mark. When they fall, the space is imprisoned, the wind stops, the clouds do not move, as if the entire sky has been trapped in amber and sealed by the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation.

The three old men with goatees all looked horrified. Only by truly facing the Purple Moon Army could they feel that terrifying power that could destroy everything.

Call!!

The Death Gate opened, and gusts of death energy swept across the heavens and earth like hurricanes. The three Yang Gods desperately tried to dodge, but under the suppression of the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation, their speed was reduced to less than one-tenth, and they were quickly overtaken by the death energy hurricane.

The powerful and scorching Yang God's Qi and Blood, comparable to the sun, seemed to become like a candle flame in a Storm under this deathly hurricane, flickering and swaying as if it would be extinguished at any moment.

The three old men with goatees were shocked and quickly withdrew their Qi and Blood into their bodies. Their terrifying physiques, as solid as Sixth Tier Spirit Gold, emitted a faint spiritual light, and dense blood-red patterns appeared, giving them a layer of battle armor.

However, even a Yang God martial artist with unparalleled physique, comparable to a body cultivator of the same level in the Immortal Path, could not withstand the power of the Death Gate, the most terrifying of the eight gates.

Black spots were visibly appearing on the skin of the three people.

These spots exude an extremely dense aura of death. As time goes by, the black spots rapidly expand, turning into lumps, and white hairs grow out, as if they were pieces of meat that have been left for thousands of years, moldy and rotten.

The dark-skinned, burly man painfully cut off several pieces of the dark spots, and fresh blood gushed out, first black, then bright red, finally stopping the spread of the deathly stillness.

However, this was only a temporary solution; soon after, more black spots rapidly grew, enlarged, and sprouted white hair.

Gradually, the three Yang Gods ' complexions changed from rosy to pale.

The old man with the goatee, in particular, had his arrow shattered by the Vermilion Bird Divine Beast, and the demonic bow backfired, immediately devouring a large amount of his Qi and Blood.

Afterwards, the old man with the goatee was further eroded by the deathly hurricane, causing his Qi and Blood to plummet, damaging his foundation and causing his combat power to drop below the Yang God, resulting in severe injuries.

The other two Yang Gods are in much better shape, but even so, if they continue, they will end up like the old man with the goatee.

Seeing that they were no match for them, the Yang Gods exchanged glances and finally admitted defeat.

"Stop! We admit defeat and are willing to pay compensation!" the old man with the goatee said helplessly, though his face showed frustration, he did not seem resentful.

Martial Cultivator fight against heaven and earth. Although these people used insidious methods, they still retained some Martial Dao style. Otherwise, Spell Cultivator to the Yang God Realm. In the world of Martial Cultivator, being defeated is not shameful. Just work hard to cultivate and get back at them.

Those who stubbornly refuse to admit defeat are truly shameful and laughable.

Hearing their words, Yang Yusheng's eyes narrowed slightly. With a thought, a terrifying suction force erupted from the Death Gate, sweeping away the death energy hurricane.

Although they had the ability to kill these people, the Purple Moon Army could not do so due to the relationship between the two realms.

Even in the Qiongqi Realm, the combat power of Yang God is top-tier. The loss of any one of them would cause a stir, let alone three.

The Yang Household Lineage has just established a branch here, so it's best not to let things get too strained with the higher-ups in the Qiongqi Realm.

"What compensation do you intend to offer?" Yang Yusheng asked coldly.

The old man with the goatee thought for a moment, then took out a blood-red crystal and said, "This is a Sixth Tier Spirit Material, the Divine Blood Crystal, containing extremely pure, unclaimed Blood Qi. It is a supreme treasure for body refinement!"

The burly, dark-skinned man and the sinister-looking young man Xiang Lin, also took out their treasures, all of which were Sixth Tier and quite valuable.

However, Yang Yusheng shook his head and uttered two words, "Not enough!"

"Don't go too far! We are, after all, Peak of a Realm. At worst, we'll fight to the death!" The burly, dark-skinned man was enraged, his Qi and Blood boiling as he prepared to fight the Purple Moon Army to the death.

Yang Yusheng first scoffed, then his face turned cold, "Then let's fight!"

After saying that, the previously closed Death Gate opened again, and gusts of deathly energy swept out, enveloping the three of them. This time, the Purple Moon Army showed no mercy and went all out.

"You idiot, he really dares to kill us!" Xiang Lin cursed as he fought against the deathly hurricane.

The burly, dark-skinned man knew he was in the wrong and didn't say anything more.

He was speechless. Who knew the Purple Moon Army would explode at the slightest provocation? He had only intended to make a show of force to minimize the cost, but he hadn't expected them to attack so directly and so fiercely, seemingly unconcerned about the dire consequences of killing them.

"Daoist Friends, stop immediately! We can discuss anything. Tell us what price you want, and we'll pay it!" The old man with the goatee hurriedly spoke up. He was the most seriously injured and couldn't withstand this deathly hurricane.

If he really dies soon, what use will all those treasures be?