Nie Jun was stunned momentarily before he materialized his body and dashed into the grand hall without hesitation.
As he landed in the dark, silent hall,
he was greeted by a sight that left him in astonishment.
Beneath the tall ancestral figure, the old black-backed dog was bracing itself, its forelimbs raised, warily eyeing the silver-armored figure approaching it.
Shen Yi strolled over at an unhurried pace.
Then he slowly crouched down, extended his hand, and playfully curled his index finger.
The crisp sound echoed through the hall.
Nie Jun was completely dumbfounded.
The old dog's pupils dilated, its body rigid and motionless.
Before its eyes, the silver-armored youth had transformed into a figure clad in a Nanyang white robe, the face blurry yet carrying a hint of kindness, leaning over extending a hand toward it.
It was the understanding it had been waiting tens of thousands of years for.
However, in just an instant, near murderous rage overflowed from the dog's eyes: "Roar!"
This was nothing but a pipe dream.
Because the Sect Master could not possibly know the name of a spiritual dog guarding the kitchen.
It suddenly raised its forelimb and viciously swiped forward!
But due to a moment of stupor, Shen Yi had already defiantly grabbed its paw, erupting with unimaginable strength from beneath his silver armor.
Zhang Laifu's body flew across the air, crashing outside the hall, tumbling dozens of times on the stone steps and entering the perimeter of the Iron Sketch Silver Hook Great Formation.
The three techniques merged into a complete Great Formation, trapping the old dog within.
It stood up, bewildered.
Even though it truly had been caught off guard for a moment,
the terrifying force of that strike was definitely not of the Divinity Transformation Realm's capacity.
Zhang Laifu looked up to see Shen Yi leisurely walking out from the hall, his silver armor gleaming brilliantly, his snow-white cloak billowing in the mountain wind as he stood atop the Nanyang Relief, looking down imperiously.
A pair of pitch-black, clear eyes seemed to impose judgment.
That was Zhang Laifu's deepest nightmare.
In countless days and nights, it could no longer remember how often it had dreamt of this scene.
The old dog instinctively lowered its head.
Then it saw the iron chain around its neck.
Slowly extending a paw, it grasped the chain, body trembling, then let out a bizarre noise that was a cross between crying and laughing: "Heh... heh..."
The iron chain didn't even have a chance to break before it turned to dust in its paw.
As if speaking to itself, the old dog slowly raised its head, looking at Shen Yi: "Evil demon."
Then it looked up to the sky, indifferently scanning the slightly trembling feminine silhouette: "Heretic."
"Violators of Nanyang's territory shall be punished with death!"
It was far from being the last disciple of the Nanyang Sect.
By the succession laws,
Zhang, was the Sect Master of Nanyang!
No one could judge its transgressions, as it had none; everything in the Nanyang Sect rightfully belonged to its enjoyment.
As the old dog's eyes shifted,
Ye Wenxuan seemed to see again the fearsome figure that had decimated Wutong Mountain.
She even had thoughts of turning and fleeing.
Fortunately, the old dog's attention was not overly focused on her.
Now, in its eyes, there was only one person.
That was Nie Jun, standing in the hall with the Dao Plate in hand.
Ye Wenxuan swallowed hard.
Although she had originally cultivated Nie Jun precisely for this scene - the disciple holding the Dao Plate to attract the old dog's attention while she would use various techniques to restrain the old dog –
when she actually saw the old dog swipe its paw, she still felt a bit of concern.
Sure enough, the trapping formation could seclude the old dog within.
But a gigantic paw still materialized in the air, slamming down furiously into the hall!
Nie Jun had found the slot to insert the Dao Plate.
It was in the hollow of the ancestral figure's palm.
Being of low realm, he needed to pour all the spiritual energy of nature he could muster into that recess to barely activate the Dao Plate and trigger the entire Sect Protection Array.
It would require at least half an hour.
In such a situation, the only thing he could rely on was the Dao Palace within his glabella.
But faced with that domineering paw strike,
his prized Purple Celestial True Thunder Sword Palace seemed so fragile.
In response to that colossal paw, the silver-armored youth suddenly appeared.
Between the gaps in the armor, dazzling golden flames surged, instantly forming two seas of golden fire, like wings that covered the sky, valiantly colliding with the paw!
It was as if the Sun Crow itself had stirred up boundless waves of fire!
Shen Yi looked down silently, not uttering a word.
Nie Jun, however, immediately grasped the other's intent.
He only needed to concentrate on activating the Great Formation, even his breath from the Dao Palace could be infused into the recess, leaving the rest to Shen Yi.
Shen Yi averted his gaze, the golden sea of fire sweeping again, shattering the illusory paw into nothingness.
His figure shot out swiftly.
Hovering in the air, he stood above the Great Formation.
With a wave of his hand, a huge brush dipped in blazing flames drew across the sky, coalescing into a mysterious array symbol that fell directly onto the old dog.
The Reverting Void Formation that could seal its demonic power.
With their combined array setup, the complete Iron Sketch Silver Hook finally revealed its true might.
It was no longer just a test, but a Reverting Void Formation that even the old dog found troublesome.
Feeling the tumult of spiritual energy in nature converging toward the hall,
the old dog swung its paw once more, aiming it at Nie Jun!
Clearly, even without the use of demonic power and foregoing all Cultivation Techniques, this demonic body alone, fortified by consuming numerous Heaven and Earth Treasures and the Divine Skills developed from them, was more than enough to allow it to tower over the entire Nanyang Sect.