Boom—
Fist met palm.
Zhao Hong staggered back ten steps.
The man, however, was forced back hundreds of steps before barely stabilizing himself.
Moreover, everyone could see the bright red palm print on his fingers.
It was clear that in this clash, Zhao Hong had the upper hand.
“Courting death.”
Repelled by Zhao Hong, the man’s anger flared.
With a “clang,” a long sword appeared in his hand.
It was a high-quality semi-formed Supreme Weapon.
As the sword was drawn, blue flames surged from the blade, merging with the man’s body.
It was as if the sword was an extension of himself.
With the sword’s energy coursing through him, the man’s combat power surged.
“Lian Xi, you’re no match for that girl.”
But just as the man was about to strike again, an aged voice came from within the war chariot.
The voice was calm, devoid of any pressure, yet when it sounded, everyone present felt a tremor in their hearts.
Even Chu Feng and Zhao Hong were no exception.
Without seeing the speaker or feeling their pressure, that single utterance made everyone realize the speaker’s immense power.
This was a being far above them all, capable of wiping out everyone present.
Even Zhao Hong was insignificant before them.
Shock, unease, fear—these emotions surged within everyone.
Though they had suspected the opponent was powerful, they hadn’t realized just how overwhelming they were.
This newcomer was someone they couldn’t possibly contend with.
“No need to be too tense. We come today with no ill intent.”
“We’re grateful for your care of Zhuang Hong all these years.”
“But she doesn’t belong here.”
“So, let us take her away.”
“It’s for her own good—and for yours.”
The old man’s voice came again from the chariot.
Unlike the man, his tone was gentle, as if negotiating.
Yet when he spoke, the fear in everyone’s hearts reached its peak.
The old man’s oppressive presence was far stronger than the man’s.
“You want to take Zhuang Hong? Give me a good enough reason. At the very least, tell us who you are.”
“If you’re her family and wish to take her, we won’t stop you.”
“But Zhuang Hong is my disciple, and I’m responsible for her. If you want to take her, I need to know the full story.”
“At least, I should know why her parents abandoned her.”
Han Xiu spoke these words with mustered courage.
Though she knew the other party was beyond their ability to provoke, her care for Yin Zhuanghong drove her to seek the truth.
“We travel the Holy Light Galaxy, and wherever we go, all submit. Why should we announce ourselves?”
“Your ignorance of us only proves you’re unworthy of knowing who we are.”
The man who had been repelled by Zhao Hong spoke as he approached Yin Zhuanghong, intent on forcibly taking her.
“Hmph.”
Seeing this, Zhao Hong let out a cold snort, her eyes blazing with anger.
Zhao Hong’s fiery temperament feared nothing. If they didn’t explain themselves, she wouldn’t let anyone take Yin Zhuanghong today.
Buzz—
Suddenly, the world shifted.
A powerful aura enveloped the entire area.
When it appeared, everyone found themselves unable to move, feeling as though death was imminent.
The aura came from within the war chariot.
The gap in power was so vast that no one could gauge the opponent’s cultivation.
Under their overwhelming pressure, everyone felt insignificant and deeply terrified.
Though the opponent only restrained them without releasing killing intent, many were still frightened to tears, sweating profusely, or grimacing in fear.
It wasn’t their fault.
The old man in the chariot was simply too powerful.
He held the power to kill everyone present with a single thought.
A true master of their lives and deaths.
“She doesn’t belong here. Do not obstruct us.”
The old man’s voice sounded again, still calm and gentle, but the moment his pressure was released, everyone understood. Despite his kind tone, he was just as domineering as the man.
Meanwhile, the man had reached Yin Zhuanghong.
Looking at Zhao Hong beside her, he let out a mocking laugh.
Even if he wasn’t her match, Zhao Hong was now bound by the old man’s pressure, forced to watch helplessly as he took Yin Zhuanghong, powerless to act.
In his eyes, Zhao Hong was still beneath him.
However, the man didn’t harm Zhao Hong, nor did he seem intent on forcing Yin Zhuanghong.
“Come with me,” he said to her.
“No matter who you are, I won’t go with you.”
“I grew up here. This is my home.”
Yin Zhuanghong replied angrily.
Compared to Han Xiu and the others, she didn’t ask about their identity or whether they knew her parents.
Clearly, Yin Zhuanghong had no interest in her origins. She was loyal to the Red-Dress Holy Land.
“Don’t be foolish. You don’t belong here.”
“A place like this isn’t worthy of being your home.”
The man said.
“Please leave. I don’t care who you are. I won’t go with you.”
Yin Zhuanghong’s stance was firm.
“You really won’t come?”
“If you don’t, I’ll kill everyone here.”
The man’s tone shifted, laced with threat.
“You—”
Yin Zhuanghong, who had been defiant, froze.
She knew he wasn’t joking. They truly had the power to kill everyone present.
“Come with us. It’s for their sake.”
“You don’t want to watch them die in front of you, do you?”
The man grabbed Yin Zhuanghong’s arm as he spoke.
He began pulling her toward the chariot.
Yin Zhuanghong didn’t resist—not out of compliance, but out of fear that struggling would endanger Han Xiu and the others.
Though the people of the Red-Dress Holy Land were unwilling to see Yin Zhuanghong taken, none spoke out to stop it.
It wasn’t that they didn’t want to. They knew they were powerless to stop the other party.
Persisting would be futile.
If they truly angered the opponent, the Red-Dress Holy Land might cease to exist today.
“Let her go.”
But just as everyone resigned themselves, a voice rang out from the sky.
All eyes turned, and everyone’s expressions shifted—even the three men were no exception. Their surprise was even more pronounced than the others’.
The one who had shouted was Chu Feng.
