The God of Sky and Earth

Duanmu Xiaoman looked calmly at Han Wulong, her eyes like enchanting gemstones, radiating a hidden power.

"Can you release them?"

Han Wulong trembled, feeling his own aura weaken by half as Duanmu Xiaoman’s voice sounded soft yet unquestionable.

"They hurt my daughter!" Han Wulong persisted stubbornly.

Duanmu Xiaoman carefully observed Han Yurou at Han Wulong’s side. Upon being seen by Duanmu Xiaoman, even the usually bold and outgoing Han Yurou became shy.

"You have a daughter now," Duanmu Xiaoman looked at Han Wulong, her eyes icy cold.

Han Wulong was caught off guard by Duanmu Xiaoman’s words and felt extremely embarrassed. He whispered, "Uh… I used to admire the reputation of Qingtian Crane, I even challenged him twice. But I didn’t expect Duanmu Qingtian was no longer around, only you remained in power! Now, looking back, it’s been thirty years."

"Uh… You still look beautiful!" Han Wulong felt a bit awkward, his huge figure slightly blushing on his determined and sharp-profiled face.

Han Yurou was instantly confused, what was going on? My father, Duanmu Xiaoman, Qingtian Crane? Shy? What are all these things?

"We have some acquaintanceship, you can leave now!" Duanmu Xiaoman seemed to completely ignore Han Wulong’s words.

Han Wulong’s gaze sharpened, coldly saying, "But they deserved to die!"

"You already hurt them and made amends. Whether they should die or not, it’s my decision, not yours!"

Instantly, a hint of killing intent surged in Han Yurou’s eyes and between her brows. The killing intent felt as chilling as a thousand icy blades, and in an instant, she was standing beside Han Wulong.

"Pfft!"

Han Wulong’s protective golden light shattered, like pieces of broken glass exploding in the sky. Countless shimmering fragments danced in the air, mixed with Han Wulong’s blood. A black figure flashed across the horizon, causing Han Wulong to instantly collapse several meters away, clutching his chest and groaning in pain!

The golden-red light spun and trembled.

Everyone was trembling uncontrollably, having no idea what just happened. Duanmu Xiaoman’s speed was unimaginable! Even the powerful Han Wulong was no match for Duanmu Xiaoman!

"This woman is too insane!" Han Wulong groaned in pain, his heart in turmoil. Though his words belied his true feelings.

"Palace Master Duanmu, your cultivation keeps getting higher. We will never be able to reach your level!"

"Father!"

"You wicked old hag! How dare you hurt my father! I’ll take your life!"

Without waiting for Duanmu’s response, Han Yurou saw his father getting hurt and took a swift step forward.

As soon as those words were spoken, everyone stood frozen in place. They couldn’t help but feel anxious for Han Yurou. Gu Yue’s eyes almost went black, and she immediately rushed forward, standing in front of Han Yurou and taking him back.

"Bang!"

Han Wulong ignored the bleeding chest and struggled to stand up. With great force, he pushed Han Yurou to the ground, leaving her standing there in shock.

"Boom!"

With a loud sound, a ribbon-like stream of icy blue energy fell from the sky. Gu Yue and Han Wulong once again gathered their powerful elemental energy.

The space around them expanded instantly, creating terrifying waves that shook everything. The icy blue stream of energy fought against them.

"Bang!"

At first, they resisted the force, but in less than a breath’s time, Shuangshuang’s body sank into the white jade ground. Strangely, there were no cracks on the ground, as if they were born on it.

"Palace Master, spare his life! I have something to say!" Gu Yue couldn’t help but plead. His usual calm expression turned into horror, and blood sprayed from his mouth.

"Tss!"

Duanmu Xiaoman immediately stopped using their immense power like a torrential flood. The two of them quickly escaped from the ground. Unable to hold back any longer, they coughed up blood and appeared to be gravely injured, as fragile as a piece of paper.

If it weren’t for Han Wulong pushing Han Yurou out just in time, they would have likely died on the spot.

This overwhelming display of strength shocked everyone, and fear began to show in their eyes.

Even when facing Gu Yue, Duanmu Xiaoman didn’t hold back at all. A cold voice could be heard saying, "Helping an outsider is a lesson to learn!".

"Father!" Han Yurou crawled weakly to their side, crying uncontrollably.

Han Wulong gasped for breath and smiled at Han Yurou, saying, "Father is fine. Now you know, outside is not like home. Don’t speak recklessly! Haha."

Before the words had even finished, a large spray of blood splattered into the sky. The sky was instantly stained with blood, terrifying to behold. A group of powerful individuals rushed forward to replenish Han Wulong’s vitality.

"I’m sorry, Father, I’m sorry!" Han Yurou still couldn’t stop the tears in their eyes, their hot body trembling uncontrollably.

"Give that xuan-grade medicine to your grandfather, Gu Yue!" Han Wulong said softly.

Han Yurou’s eyes lit up immediately. She quickly gave the two people some medicine. Their faces became slightly rosy, but they were still seriously injured and unable to move.

"Master Duanmu, I am young and ignorant. I spoke wrongly. If you really want to punish me, please just kill me!"

Han Wulong, who was once very arrogant, was now humbling himself before Han Yurou. Everyone present was shocked and amazed.

In the face of absolute strength, everything is meaningless!

Duanmu glanced at Li Shiran, who was still lying on the ground, and Achu, who no longer knew what was happening. A hint of subtle sorrow and concern flashed in his eyes.

Duanmu looked at Han Wulong and said softly, "You saved a disciple of my Yutian Palace. I will let you off this time!"

"Thirty years ago, I spared your life twice. This time, I spare you again. Will you still oppose me, Deputy Palace Master?"

Gu Yue couldn’t help but feel moved in her eyes. She thought to herself, "Killing is not enough to establish authority. Winning people over with kindness is true wisdom! As the Palace Master, I am determined and fair in my rule! Truly worthy of being the Palace Master of Yutian Palace!"

"Please thank Master Duanmu immediately!"

Gu Yue coughed and pushed the Han family father and daughter who were still in a daze, then blood slowly flowed out.

Han Yurou, who was in a panic, quickly nodded along with Han Wulong, her eyes full of awe. Han Wulong said, "Thank you, Palace Master Duanmu. Little Dragon is impressed!"

"Gu Yue, take Zuo Qiufeng, Wu Kun, Cheng Gaoming, and everyone to the Iron Rule Hall! And also take everyone who left Yutian River!" Duanmu Xiaoman said softly, then turned and left.

"Yes!" Gu Yue loudly answered, with a solemn expression in his eyes.

"Please spare us, Palace Master, please spare us!" Many of the remaining people have already sensed a hint of danger and are trembling with fear, like chaff blowing in the wind!

Just now, many people left Yutian River, and the strong who stayed behind didn’t set up a barrier to protect Yutian River. They are no different from those who escaped. At this moment, they are all anxious and desperate, pleading for mercy.