The improved female villains regained their memories.

"go!"

She grabbed Yang Luoyi's wrist, and the time-manipulating artifact burst forth with a dazzling silver light.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Song Panning's figure distorted and blurred by the force of the punch, but his outstretched hand grasped nothing.

That person was like a pencil drawing erased by an eraser, vanishing without a trace in an instant.

'Dead?'

The thought had barely surfaced before it was banished from her mind. The gray world trembled violently at the edge of her vision. She glanced at it subconsciously, and without thinking, dragged Yang Luoyi as they tumbled and rolled in the turbulent flow of time.

"Splash—"

The crisp sound, like glass shattering, echoed across the fields.

The great array, corroded by time, peeled away like an eggshell, revealing the solidified scene within:

Luo Benmo transformed into a ray of light, shrinking to the very back.

Xu Anlu's spear was still hanging in mid-air.

Xu Anyin stood beside her, raising his hands in encouragement.

Su Murong was kneeling there, weeping bitterly.

The Four Celestial Spirits stood behind her, looking at her with complicated expressions.

Everyone stood blankly in the shattered underworld, like puppets whose pause button had been suddenly pressed.

Xu Anlu was the first to wake up.

Her pupils contracted sharply as she watched the decaying array patterns surge toward them like a tidal wave, and she immediately grabbed her sister's wrist.

"go!"

The force was so great that it almost left a bruise on Xu Anyin's wrist.

At the opportune moment, Shi Guijia swung out a silver rope, and Xu Anlu leaped into the air, her toes precisely hooking the end of the rope. The three of them were instantly pulled into the air like kites, their clothes fluttering in the strong wind.

"My lord! Stop daydreaming!"

The Vermilion Bird's clear cry pierced the sky, its crimson wings stirring up scorching waves of air.

It deftly grabbed the still-dazed Su Murong by the back of his collar, tossed him onto its back like a sack of potatoes, and with a flap of its wings, soared into the sky.

Su Murong looked around blankly and asked Shi Guijia, "Where is Song Panning?"

“Dead.” Shi Guijia replied irritably.

Su Murong was overjoyed: "Really?"

She bowed to Ling Tiandu at the top and said, "Thank you for your help, righteous man!"

"Stop fooling around!" Shi Guijia said speechlessly, tossing out a magical artifact. "Didn't you see that guy coming towards us?"

Indeed, the fist that pierced through heaven and earth did not stop, and even space itself crumbled wherever it passed.

The already fragmented formation completely collapsed, but the residual force of the punches remained undiminished and headed straight for them!

The magical artifact had barely formed a defensive array in the air when it began to decay at a visible speed.

In just a few breaths, this ninth-grade magic artifact, as if weathered for a thousand years, turned into a pile of mottled fragments that fell down in a flurry.

Just as the decaying fist wind was about to touch everyone, a green shadow suddenly cut into the battlefield.

Before Yang Pingsheng's clothes had even completely stopped moving, his slender fingers had already risen.

There was no earth-shattering power, no fancy and complicated spells, just a casual wave of the sleeve.

"Disperse."

A single, understated word caused the devastating force of the punch to melt away like spring snow meeting the sun.

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“My life!” “Grand Tutor!” This is Xu Anlu, Xu Anyin.

“Pingsheng, you’ve come!” “Father, you’re too slow!” This was Shi Guijia and Yang Luoyi.

"Holy crap, Tiezi's so handsome! How long did you practice in private?" This was Su Murong...

He picked her up directly; this was Luo Benmo.

Yang Pingsheng gently patted Luo Benmo's head, mentally counting the female villains, a slight smile playing on his lips.

well.

Apart from the most troublesome Wen Shihan, the rest—Luo Benmo, Xu Anlu, Xu Anyin, Su Murong, and Shi Guijia—are all on his side.

That's good, it makes it easier for him to pack everything together.

Looking up at Ling Tiandu high above, he gently transmitted his voice: "Since we are allies, why don't we stop here?"

Although her tone was gentle, it implied a weighing of options. After all, Song Panning had crossed the line first, and Ye Buxin was still in the shadows. It would be unwise to break ties with Ling Tiandu.

despair.

Ling Tiandu lightly touched the air with her delicate feet, descending gracefully as if stepping on stairs.

Mu Xiaobai and Tian Bulian followed closely behind, while the female villains also tacitly gathered around Yang Pingsheng's side.

Having broken free from the constraints of the small world, the two sides faced each other from afar in this shattered void.

The winds of the underworld stirred up the lingering remnants of spiritual energy, drawing an invisible dividing line between them.

Yang Pingsheng's gaze went into the other person's eyes.

His image was now clearly reflected in those eyes that should have been devoid of emotion and desire.

It wasn't a blurry outline, but a perfectly detailed reflection, showing even the slightest wrinkles between his brows.

'Something's not right...'

He frowned subconsciously.

Ling Tiandu's gaze was too focused, almost eerily so.

That wasn't the way you look at an ally, nor the way you look at an enemy; it was more like...

Gazing into a long-forgotten memory.

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Yang Pingsheng stood still, accepting the gaze that seemed almost tangible without flinching.

Ling Tiandu's gaze was as heavy as a thousand pounds, grinding over his brows inch by inch, as if trying to see through his skin to uncover some unknown secret.

A subtle tension permeated the air, even the scattered air particles seemed to freeze in mid-air.

"Hey Hey hey!"

Su Murong suddenly shouted, waving her arms exaggeratedly: "Sister, just take a look and that's enough!" She deliberately raised her voice, "Our Yang Pingsheng doesn't have any martial arts manuals etched on his face, your gaze is almost burning holes in his clothes!"

Ling Tiandu didn't even flinch at the eyelashes, completely ignoring the noisy protest.

"Ooohhhhhhh-"

Su Murong immediately rolled around on the Vermilion Bird's back, just like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

She grabbed the Vermilion Bird's feathers and shook it from side to side, causing several crimson feathers to fall from its wings.

"Hmph! Yang Pingsheng is mine! You're not allowed to look! You're not allowed to look!"

The way she threw a tantrum was exactly like a scene from a popular folk tale about jealousy and rivalry.

"Noisy!"

Yang Luo's temple veins bulged, and he let out a fierce shout, unable to contain himself any longer.

The sound wave, carrying immense pressure, instantly turned several falling Vermilion Bird feathers into dust.

Su Murong's crying stopped abruptly.

She pouted, shrinking into the Vermilion Bird's feathers with a wronged expression, and said in a disgusting way, "Waaah... You're so mean."

Yang Luo wanted to kill him.

Ling Tiandu withdrew his gaze, his expression remaining calm and composed, as if the confrontation had never occurred.

“You’re right.” Her voice was cold. “We really don’t need to fight to the death before dealing with Ye Buxin.”

“But…” she suddenly sneered, “I don’t want to lay a hand on her right now.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Pingsheng suddenly sensed something was amiss.

Her divine thoughts, like a gentle stream, silently spread towards the world of Zhulong.

Yang Pingsheng immediately realized: 'She wants to seize the Candle Dragon World!'

"Ling Tian Du, you..."

Just as Yang Pingsheng was about to speak, the other party raised his hand and waved it lightly.

A road paved with countless fragments of time suddenly unfolds, so dazzling that it's hard to open one's eyes.

There was no farewell, no explanation.

Ling Tiandu refused to listen to Yang Pingsheng's nonsense.

With a flick of her sleeve, she led Tian Bulian and Mu Xiaobai on a journey through time.

The three figures gradually faded away in the flowing light, like a sketch erased by an eraser, disappearing in the blink of an eye at the end of the road.

This sudden turn of events left everyone present stunned.

The white world still floated to the side, and the towering pagoda, formed from the blood and sweat of the human ancestors, still suppressed the Heavenly Gate. The battle was clearly still undecided, yet Ling Tianju withdrew without the slightest hesitation.

Who goes around stealing other things after fighting only halfway through?

"This is bad." Shi Guijia's face turned grim.

“Father, the Candle Dragon World is a matter of great importance, and we cannot ignore it,” Yang Luoyi said. Although she said this, she also felt that it was a difficult situation.

Yang Pingsheng looked down at Luo Benmo in his arms.

For some reason, she suddenly became very quiet. Given her personality, she would have exploded long ago after Ling Tiandu's arrogant remarks. Why would Su Murong have the chance to act silly?

Did you sense something?