Answer Me!

Dead silence!

Before the gates of Yellow Maple Valley, there was a deathly stillness!

Even the wind seemed too frightened by the figure suspended in midair, wreathed in Golden Light, to howl.

The several hundred cultivators from the Six Great Sects, who had just been brimming with aggression and shouting about killing, now looked as though they had all been struck by a petrification spell. Terror, confusion, disbelief, and an inescapable fear deep in their eyes had frozen across every face.

Nascent Soul!

A Nascent Soul cultivator dressed in tattered servant robes, one severed arm emitting an eerie white glow, while Golden Light shone from his dantian as though it were nurturing a blazing sun!

Fang Yu!

In everyone's understanding, this man had either long since been devoured by the Nascent Soul monster or, at best, was merely a Foundation Establishment Stage little thief. Yet now, he hung above their heads in an utterly crushing manner, declaring his existence with terrifying pressure that was vast and boundless—even greater than Ancestor Linghu's.

Fairy Nishang was still frozen in the posture of leaning half a step forward as she questioned Ancestor Linghu. Her Moon White Palace Attire fluttered despite the absence of wind, but her complexion had shifted from initial shock to utter pallor. Her red lips parted, yet she could not utter a single word.

Her mind roared. Fang Yu's carefree face, the phenomenon of Golden Light pulsing from his dantian, and the genuine Nascent Soul Pressure that made her Dao Heart tremble.

Everything ruthlessly shattered her previous conclusion that this was merely a grudge between juniors.

How was this some so-called personal grudge?

This was clearly Ni Chang trying to start a nuclear war between Nascent Souls! This was the Moon Concealment Sect's sect master actively provoking the ceiling of