Defeat! Seeking the Aid of an Immortal Patriarch!

"Alas!"

"What a pity, Brother Black Mountain!"

Zhang Yang let out a cry of grief.

He stepped forward, sent the Golden Ring flying from his hand, and summoned thunder with a snap of his fingers.

"Master Jifa, die!"

A flash of golden light burst forth, followed by rolling thunder.

Three breaths later.

"I'm done for!"

A sorrowful cry came from within the thunder, followed immediately by an explosion of golden light.

It was neither the Golden Ring's radiance nor flickering lightning. It was the final brilliance bursting from Master Jifa's shattered golden body.

The thunder dispersed.

The Golden Ring flew back.

Zhang Yang stood in the void with his hands behind his back. Before him, Master Jifa's physical body had been torn to pieces and fallen into Dragon Spring.

Clearly—

Zhang Yang had won.

Jifa was dead.

Now.

The stark contrast was right before their eyes, and no one doubted Zhang Yang's strength anymore.

After Void Patriarch and the other five, Zhang Yang had displayed his might through five battles and firmly secured the seventh seat!

"Senior Brother Jifa!"

"Junior Brother Jifa!"

"Master Jifa!"

Several cries rang out in succession from the North Bank, filled with profound grief. Several beams of light shot up and moved to surround and attack Zhang Yang.

This time, Void Patriarch and the others finally stopped watching from the sidelines—

"Hahaha!"

"What kind of ability is bullying the few with the many?"

"Master Kongjue, this patriarch will cross hands with you!"

Void Patriarch laughed loudly and leaped onto Dragon Spring, blocking Master Kongjue, the foremost of the Four Great Divine Monks of Snow Ridge.

The others also took action one after another.

The southern borderlands' "Gu Immortal" Colorful-Robed Madam faced Mountain-Chasing Old Freak Zhuo Jiuyang, the foremost of the Three Elders of Peach