The Mortal Requirement

After destroying the scroll, Lu Zhengyi, Bai Qianyi, and others' gaze finally fell on Ye Neng and his companions.

"The scroll is destroyed, your major reliance is gone. If you have any remaining tricks, use them now, or you won't have another chance!" Lu Zhengyi looked at Ye Neng and spoke with a cold voice.

Seeing this, Jian Hengtian also turned his gaze towards Ye Neng.

"Ye Neng, do you have any other moves, like paintings or sculptures?" Jian Hengtian asked nervously.

Upon hearing this, Ye Neng's face turned grim and ugly to the extreme.

After a long silence, he shook his head at Jian Hengtian.

Jian Hengtian bit his lip, a trace of unwillingness showing on his face, and he didn't say anything further.

"Since there are no more tricks, quickly inform your comrade behind you to come and meet his demise. Don't hide like a cowardly turtle anymore," Lu Zhengyi said with a cold expression, "This way, I won't have to go and find him myself."

"Hmph, don't rejoice too soon."

Even in this situation, Ye Neng didn't yield. Instead, he raised his head with a determined expression and said, "Just because we don't have means to deal with you doesn't mean our Mr. doesn't have any tricks up his sleeve."

"Hahaha, a fine Mr. indeed," Lu Zhengyi sneered, "If that Mr. you speak of is so powerful, why wouldn't he show himself all this time?"

"I suspect he's afraid when he saw the lineup of my Baiyang Palace," Ye Neng replied seriously, "If not, then give me a reason why he wouldn't appear."

Lu Zhengyi's words struck the minds of Ye Neng and his companions, dealing a heavy blow to their determination.

"Father, could Mr. really be...?" Ye Yi asked with an unpleasant expression.

Jian Hengtian also turned his gaze towards Ye Neng.

"No, it's impossible," Ye Neng gritted his teeth, his face full of determination.

But deep down, he held onto his belief, but he couldn't explain why Yi Feng had yet to appear.

Seeing Ye Neng stuttering and unable to say anything for a long time, Lu Zhengyi's face was full of mockery.

Indeed, as he had expected.

He had already made a conjecture about Yi Feng's strength, probably someone who cultivated in a special way.

These people either controlled talismans or controlled beasts. Some even cultivated dead spirits as assistants. In any case, these types of practitioners controlled various peculiar things.

But regardless of their methods, they all shared a common characteristic: their own strength was not strong.

For example, in the Lingxu Realm, there was a sect called Tang Sect, which was known for its puppetry. The puppets they controlled had formidable combat power, but the practitioners themselves were not as strong as the puppets they controlled.

And the so-called Mr. mentioned by Ye Neng...

He should be such a person.

The only difference was that he didn't control puppets or dead spirits, but the previous wooden sculpture and the scroll they destroyed.

Therefore, this alternative cultivator without any trump cards was not worth fearing.

Furthermore, Yi Feng's prolonged absence further confirmed his thoughts.

In the distance.

Liu Gu and his two companions looked at the situation and shook their heads, sighing heavily.

Jian Hengtian has indeed made a wrong move!

Although the Qingniu Sect is strong, they are about to face the entire Baiyang Palace.

It seems that he won't show up for real.

In this way, with the methods of Baiyang Palace, Jian Hengtian has become their enemy, and it's likely that Heng Tian Sword House will no longer exist.

In the empty space on the other side, a middle-aged man and an old man watched the scene.

"Sir, what do you think?" the old man asked.

"I'm afraid this person is similar to those from the Tang Sect. At most, he can only unleash the power of his painting and wooden sculpture," the middle-aged man replied.

"I thought I had come across a promising talent that I could use, but now it seems I overestimated him," he continued, shaking his head.

"Well, aren't you three going to beg for mercy?"

At that moment, Lu Zhengyi stared at Ye Neng and his companions, his voice icy cold.

"Hmph, we are followers of our master. We won't surrender to you," Ye Neng said firmly. "He will definitely show up, and he won't spare you."

"Oh?"

"A tough nut to crack, huh?"

Lu Zhengyi's pupils contracted, and he raised his palm, striking down at the three of them.

"Boom!"

The three of them coughed up blood, and under the immense power, their lower bodies sank into the ground, their faces becoming extremely pale.

"Hmph, let me tell you the truth. Your so-called master has probably already run away because his only means were that painting and the wooden sculpture. Now that they are destroyed, he wouldn't dare to show up again."

"Of course, rest assured, even if he destroys my disciple's three marks, no matter where he runs to, I will capture him," Lu Zhengyi said with a mocking expression, hitting a nerve with Ye Neng.

"Hmph."

"Who said our master's abilities are limited to that wooden sculpture and painting?"

Ye Neng lifted his head and responded sarcastically, "Those were just things our master taught his disciple to make in half a month. At best, he made a few strokes on that painting."

"And our master can create sculptures and paintings of this level easily!"

"Hahaha!"

Ye Neng's words provoked a mocking smile from the people of Baiyang Palace.

"Easily create them?"

"Perhaps the ancestor who founded the virtual realm, does he have the ability to casually create such statues? What kind of thing is he to dare to make such bold claims?"

Lu Zhengyi shouted angrily.

"Hmph."

"Fireflies do not know the radiance of the scorching sun. You don't believe it, but it's simply because you are not qualified to know the level of our master," Ye Neng said in a deep voice.

Lu Zhengyi narrowed his eyes, and his facial muscles twitched involuntarily, filled with a dark expression.

If it were under normal circumstances, he would have slapped Ye Neng with a single blow, turning him into pieces.

But he held back.

Because this unconventional cultivator has certain means to escape, especially since the painting and sculpture have been destroyed, it is not easy to truly catch the person behind it.

The only way is to provoke that person out through Ye Neng and his companions, which would save him a lot of effort.

That's why a mere Ye Neng is worthy of so much verbal sparring from him.

"I'll give you a chance to call him out and let us witness just how amazing his handcrafted wood carvings and paintings are," Lu Zhengyi said mockingly.

However,

Before his words could settle, a few light and airy voices could be heard from nearby.

"Oh my, oh my."

"This is the first time I've encountered such a reckless demand."

"Since that's the case, I'll fulfill your wish."