"Hahahaha! I never would've guessed that both of our clan's greatest young geniuses would be inside the Crimson Flame Sword Sect."
Above the Crimson Flame Sword Sect, a shadow that blotted out the sky fully took shape. It was none other than the founding ancestor of the Fengming Clan.
At that moment, he had completely abandoned his normal form, becoming a terrifying, incomparably powerful monster.
With his arrival, an indescribably overwhelming pressure came crashing down. The clear skies for thousands of miles turned black as ink, the hundred thousand underground veins of fire reversed course in a frenzy, and space cracked apart inch by inch.
Above the vast sky, blood-red clouds rolled without pause, as if the entire Crimson Flame Sword Sect had been dragged into the apocalypse. Some of the younger disciples couldn't withstand this aura; they collapsed to the ground, their Dao hearts shattered.
"Heh, both of our clan's bloodline geniuses are here. That saves me the trouble of searching for them one by one. I can kill two birds with one stone."
The founding ancestor of the Fengming Clan gazed down from above and immediately sensed the presence of Ling Yan and Feng Yao from somewhere beyond the mortal realm. He threw his head back and laughed, his spirits soaring.
He had originally come to the Crimson Flame Sword Sect for Ling Yan alone.
As for Feng Yao, who had already escaped, he had estimated that it would take some effort to find her.
But he hadn't expected that Feng Yao would also be hiding inside the Crimson Flame Sword Sect.
Since that was the case, it saved him a lot of trouble.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Whoosh, whoosh!
The next moment, a face peeled away from the body of the Fengming Clan's founding ancestor and floated in