Upon hearing Fang Yu's words, the Eclosion Sect's Holy Son finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as though a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders.
Once Ning Huang held a grudge against someone, it was not only that person who would suffer misfortune—even the family and sect behind them would meet no good end. Such was Ning Huang's terrifying might.
"Alright, you no longer need to worry about the threat Ning Huang poses to you. In any case, he is no longer any threat to me. Moreover, this Barbarian Tribe invasion has allowed me to find a way to deal with even stronger enemies, so you need not worry about anything further. As long as no Heavenly Lord takes action against me, there should not be many who can do anything to me now."
Just as Fang Yu finished speaking, an ill-timed voice rang out.
"Holy Son Li Feiyu, please wait. Could the treasure in your hand be the Barbarian Tribe's supreme treasure, the Totem Jar?"
Looking in the direction of the voice, Fang Yu saw disciples of the Hell Prison Enforcement Squad appear before him in perfect formation, their gazes fixed fervently upon the Totem Jar in his hand.
Clearly, they wanted the Totem Jar, one of the Barbarian Tribe's seven great sacred relics, from Fang Yu.
After all, this was an excellent treasure. If the Hell Prison Enforcement Squad obtained it, it would undoubtedly become a supreme sacred artifact for them, perhaps even something comparable to a saint-grade immortal artifact.
Of course, that was only if it was in the hands of the Thunder Emperor. In their hands, it would at most be comparable to a king-grade immortal artifact.
The Hell Prison Enforcement Squad's fearsome reputation was not the least bit inferior to Ning Huang's.