Out of the tiger's mouth, into the wolf's den

  Although he was fighting for his life with the other party, the black-clothed man's attention at this time was no longer on those seven foundation-building cultivators. It wasn't that he didn't care, but rather that all of his focus had shifted to the person in mid-air.

  The man in black completely ignored the seven foundation-building monks, not because he didn't care, but because all his attention was focused on the person floating in mid-air.

  His opponent didn't reveal even a hint of magical fluctuations, but it was precisely this that made him terrifying. After all, he was floating in mid-air solely relying on his own magical power, with an endless abyss beneath his feet.

  He was a middle-aged man, white and chubby, with a smile that was very harmonious. He was even fatter than Zhu Baozi, who had previously caused trouble for Zhu Yi. After he appeared, the seven foundation-building cultivators from the Hou Mansion no longer took action.

  The tall man in black was still frightened and didn't dare make any sudden moves.

  A stout middle-aged man with a smiling face looked at Zhu Yi in the crowd and said gently, "Young Master Yi, I'm here to take you home."

  Facing this middle-aged man who came to save himself, Zhu Yi's face was even more unsightly than that of the black-clothed big men, clenching his fists and not saying a word.

  The tall man in black took a deep breath: "May I ask your honorable name?"

  The middle-aged man smiled slightly: "You may have heard of my name. My surname is Huang, and many people are used to calling me Huang San."

  Huang San still smiled warmly, but the group of fierce wind cultivators looked as pale as death.

  Huang San, a trusted aide of Zhu Hongwu, handled three major tasks under his command. He was a close confidant and personally took care of some private matters for Zhu. Ruthless and notorious, yet low-key in his actions, few people had seen his true face, but unexpectedly he turned out to be a stout middle-aged man.

  The big man in black was now as cold as ice, because he knew that the fat man in front of him, who seemed to be a gentle and wealthy businessman, was actually a solid Golden Elixir cultivator!

  But the hatred of a lost nation, the vendetta of an exterminated tribe, his dignity, his hatred, his anger, all made it impossible for him to yield to the person in front of him.

  All the Gale Will monks showed a resolute expression on their faces, even if their bodies were trembling slightly out of instinctive fear, they still stood shoulder to shoulder, facing the strong enemy who could destroy them with just one finger.

  "Huang San let out a carefree sigh: 'The Snow Wind Nation... no, it's now the Snow Wind Prefecture of Great Zhou. If you ask me, we should just kill off all the native inhabitants and then relocate people from within Great Zhou to move in. That way, there won't be any more trouble.'"

  The black-clothed man suddenly became furious, manipulating the hurricane array, and instantly dozens of tornadoes roared out from different angles and directions, all attacking Huang San together.

  Huang San burst out laughing, his eyes narrowing to a slit: "You guys still don't get it."

  Before his words had fallen, Huang San slightly raised his hand, and a gust of wind as if from the depths of the underworld instantly swept through the entire underground palace!

  It was almost in an instant that the underground palace turned into a world of ice and snow, with crystal clear ice layers on the stone walls, and the glow of the luminous stones shining on them, actually flashing dazzling light, making the entire space bright.

  In an instant, the underground palace turned into a cave of ice.

  A violent tornado was frozen solid in an ice pillar, still maintaining its previous shape, but now it looks utterly ridiculous.

  This is just the beginning, frozen in icy grip, far more than a tornado.

  From the black-clothed big man down, a layer of snow-white frost suddenly condensed on the surface of all the Gale Will cultivators' bodies. The frost grew thicker and thicker until it seemed that they would all be frozen into ice sculptures.

  But standing among them, Zhu Yi was unscathed, not only was he not invaded by the ice and snow, but he didn't even feel any change in temperature around him.

  The man in black suddenly changed his face, gritted his teeth and threw out a talisman.

  Huang San's eyes flashed in mid-air: "Golden Elixir Talisman?" The talisman that the black-clothed man had struck out was indeed a Golden Elixir Talisman, crafted by a Golden Elixir cultivator. Its power was equivalent to a full-force attack from a Golden Elixir cultivator.

  The talisman exploded in mid-air, transforming into rolling thunder and lightning, countless electric snakes shooting out in all directions, instantly tearing apart Huang San's sealed magical powers.

  The ice surface cracked with countless fissures, dense and crisscrossing like a spider web. The dazzling lightning illuminated the ice surface, making the underground palace as bright as daylight.

  Countless ice blocks shattered and fell down into the deep abyss like rain, as the earth shook violently, the entire underground palace seemed to be in a doomsday-like collapse.

  Even the six foundation-building cultivators who came with Huang San changed their faces, trying their best to stabilize their bodies, but they were still calm, their eyes all cast towards mid-air, the most direct target of the thunder and lightning, Huang San.

  Huang San's face remained unchanged, and he even had the leisure to smile: "A dying struggle." He raised his palms slightly, and his powerful magic was revealed in an instant. The vast empty space seemed to solidify, and the surging cold air actually froze the violent thunderbolt in an instant!

  In the midst of the snow-white cold air, the wildly dancing lightning seemed to be a flying dragon bound by shackles, but under the restraint of the cold air, its movements became increasingly stiff.

  The cave that was shaking like an earthquake earlier also stabilized at this moment, and the scene of heaven and earth cracking was calmed down by Huang San's conversation.

  Huang San smiled and said: "Being in the same Golden Elixir stage, our cultivation levels are still high or low."

  A crowd of fierce winds will make the cultivators even more heartbroken. The talisman, which has the power of a Golden Core period cultivator's one blow, is not taken seriously by Huang San at all.

  The man in black looked at Zhu Yi, didn't dare to hesitate for a moment, grabbed him and threw him directly into the deep abyss below, then turned around and rushed towards the transmission array in the depths of the tunnel.

  Huang San smiled and split out a thread of his spiritual power to catch Zhu Yi, who was falling down, but suddenly a thick and dense filthy air burst forth from the bottom of the abyss.

  This foul air was like a sleeping monster, suddenly awakened by the previous commotion.

  Huang San's magical powers came into contact with this filthy energy, and he suddenly lost control, being directly engulfed by the filthy energy.

  "Huh?" Huang San's eyes, which had been narrowed to a slit, suddenly widened, and his chubby body disappeared from its original spot, reappearing in front of Zhu Yi the next instant. He personally caught hold of Zhu Yi while also coming into contact with that filthy aura.

  Huang San's body was surrounded by a chill, and many were invaded by the filthy air, but he still relied on his powerful magic to suppress the filthy air.

  Just as he was distracted for a moment, the black-clothed big man and several Liefenghui cultivators took advantage of the opportunity to escape into the tunnel and activated the transmission array.

  Huang San's smile vanished from his face, he raised his hand and pinched a seal, cold air suddenly surged, wanting to freeze even the transmission array.

  The black-clothed man was quite decisive, and in order to buy time, he abandoned the painstakingly captured Zhu Yi. However, Huang San's cultivation was too high, and even if he first blocked the Golden Dan Symbolic Seal, then rescued Zhu Yi, he would still have the ability to intercept and kill them.

  Unfortunately, at the critical moment, a strange and eerie aura rose from the depths of the abyss, helping the black-robed man. With this brief delay, Huang San ultimately fell one step behind.

  The teleportation array has been activated, and under Huang San's magical influence, the distorted space of the array splits open, even tearing a fierce wind cultivator in half. However, it ultimately opens up a void passage, allowing the black-robed men to escape.

  "Huang San chuckled and said, 'A few old mice, quite cunning, but with your family's Third Master stirring things up like this, you won't be able to transmit to the designated location. If you don't die in the chaotic void, consider yourselves lucky.'"

  Zhu Yi was caught by him and didn't say a word.

  Huang San looked at Zhu Yi, laughing so hard that his eyes were almost invisible: "These little thieves are quite clever, finding such a spiritual and messy place. Ordinary people can't search for anything here, but the small place is where people with limited vision come from, yet they don't know that a Golden Elixir cultivator like me can still locate targets in this kind of environment."

  "Heaven has eyes, didn't let Young Master Yi fall into the hands of those bandits, otherwise the young master's face would have been lost completely."

  The other seven foundation-building cultivators looked at Zhu Yi with playful smiles on their faces, as if they were cats playing with mice.

  Zhu Yi's heart felt bitter and astringent. He only swept his eyes once, but he recognized these Taoist priests, who were all attached to the wife of Xuanji Hou Zheng, Madam Shao.

  It was Huang San in front of him. Although he was the confidant of Xuanji Hou, he was also the confidant of Lady Shao and often came forward to handle some shady things for her.

  For example, now Ziyu believes that he would not mind taking himself out and then pinning it on the group of people from Lie Feng Hui.

  Out of the tiger's mouth, into the wolf's lair.

  As expected, Huang San smiled and said: "Alive, it's easy for Young Master Yi to say that he can't fall into the hands of thieves again, and be used by them to coerce His Excellency. Of course, His Excellency cannot compromise with a group of thieves, but if the matter gets out, His Excellency's face will also be lost."

  "But if Young Master Yi, for the sake of filial piety, refuses to trouble Father Hou and instead takes his own life, vowing not to yield, wouldn't that be a beautiful tale when it gets out?"

  As he spoke, Huang San's small eyes stared intently at Zhu Yi, exuding a dangerous aura from his entire body.

  Zhu Yi suddenly felt his heart being gripped by an invisible giant hand, constantly rubbing and kneading, with all the blood in his body surging into his heart chamber, as if to burst it open!

  Zhu Yi's pupils gradually dispersed, and his eyes began to lose their luster.

  "Am... am I going to die here?"