Behind Nangong Wuyue stood many martial artists, Daoists, and high-ranking mysterious beasts, all peak experts cultivated by Nangong Mansion. Gathered in the square, they wore cold sneers on their faces.
Zi Hanyan's father, Zi Lianshan, was bound to a bronze pillar with iron chains.
Two Strongmen with Earth Venerable Realm Ninth Level cultivation stood on either side of the bronze pillar, holding massive sabers weighing a thousand jin, ready at any moment to chop off Zi Lianshan's head.
"Father!"
Zi Hanyan also arrived in the square. Grief-stricken beyond measure, she rushed toward Zi Lianshan.
Whoosh!
An old Daoist with a head full of black hair stepped out from behind Nangong Wuyue. Pinching a dust whisk in his hand, he swept it through the air, creating an invisible gale that sent Zi Hanyan flying backward.
The old Daoist was named Han Chenzi. His cultivation had reached the Third Step Heavenly Ladder Realm, and he held no small standing within Nangong Mansion.
Zi Hanyan had not comprehended the Heavenly Ladder, so she was naturally no match for him.
"Zi Hanyan, if you obediently become this young master's cultivation furnace, your father will not have to suffer. Staying with Ning Xiaochuan will bring you no benefit whatsoever." Nangong Wuyue stared at her with an amused smile, intending to force her into submission.
Ning Xiaochuan flew down from the roof of the main hall and landed beside Zi Hanyan. After glancing at Nangong Wuyue, he unleashed his movement technique and sped toward Zi Lianshan.
He planned to save the man first, then deal with Nangong Wuyue.
"Heh heh! How naive, to still dream of saving someone!"
The nine old Daoists standing behind Nangong Wuyue stepped forward simultaneously. Dense essence qi surged from within their bodies, transforming into nine pillars of light that shot into