"I've only heard some things..." Bu Queqian recounted what he knew. "This Dugu Jinghong was originally a candidate for the Holy Land's Holy Master. Later, it seems he was framed and harmed by the current Holy Master. I don't know the specifics."
Ye Fan nodded as if suddenly enlightened.
Very melodramatic.
But in the cultivation world, it was incredibly realistic.
After leaving the area affected by the battle, Ye Fan stopped.
"Brother Bu, you take the others and leave here first," Ye Fan gestured. "I'll stay and watch the fun."
"Then... Big Brother, be careful." Bu Queqian nodded and left with Zhang San and the others.
Ye Fan's strength was unquestionable; they would only be a burden if they stayed.
As for the Holy Land Grand Competition?
It was already like this, what was there to compete for...
After Bu Queqian and the others left, Ye Fan returned.
Watching the fun was secondary.
Ye Fan felt that this matter was not simple.
Normally, when the Grand Elder made his move earlier, the system would have intervened.
Since the system didn't act before, did it know Dugu Jinghong was coming?
Or was there something else later?
After the previous incident, Ye Fan had figured out the system's tactics.
Even if he ran away now, it would likely be useless.
The incident in Daliang Kingdom where the system forcibly teleported him into the competition's secret realm was a prime example.
If the system truly set its sights on him, his presence or absence nearby would be irrelevant.
Since there was nothing else to do, he might as well watch the show.
When Ye Fan returned by flying bed, the battle was already decided.
The Holy Land elders lay limp on the ground, completely incapacitated.
"This is impossible!" the Grand Elder exclaimed in terror. "We are both at the eighth level of the Void Integration realm, how can you be so powerful!"
"Eighth level of Void Integration?" Dugu Jinghong stepped on the Grand Elder's head. "That was in the past!"
With that, Dugu Jinghong unleashed a terrifying aura of pressure.
The hearts of the Grand Elder and the others sank to the bottom.
Ninth level of Void Integration!
No wonder...
My life is forfeit...
"Junior Brother Dugu, it's been many years, your temperament hasn't changed at all," a figure flew through the air.
"Holy Master!" The Grand Elder and the others cried out excitedly, as if they had seen a savior.
"My good Junior Brother, we are family, why such a scene?" the Holy Master slowly descended, looking at Dugu Jinghong.
"My good Senior Brother, Junior Brother misses you dearly!" Dugu Jinghong said with a grim expression. "It was enough that you harmed me for the position of Holy Master, but why did you slaughter my parents, wife, and children!"
"Junior Brother Dugu, have you gone mad in these past few years?" the Holy Master chuckled. "Isn't cutting off all roots an obvious piece of common sense?"
"Enough, I am not here to argue with you today." Dugu Jinghong's aura ascended to its peak. "Let's settle this today!"
The two turned into streaks of light and clashed.
Ye Fan sat in the spectator stands, propping his chin and yawning.
He was now just a mortal without cultivation. To Dugu Jinghong and the others, they were just two streaks of light darting around...
He might not even be able to see them darting.
He wondered what realm the Holy Master was in. He hoped it wasn't the same as Dugu Jinghong's.
When fighting at the same level, unless one side had a significant advantage in cultivation techniques or treasures, it would definitely be a prolonged battle.
Fortunately, Ye Fan had good luck.
After a while, the battle paused.
"Hoo... hoo..."
Dugu Jinghong panted heavily, several wounds already visible on his body.
In contrast, the Holy Land's Holy Master was not even out of breath.
The difference in strength was clear!
"Junior Brother Dugu, although you have also broken through to the ninth level of Void Integration, it was ultimately too short a time," the Holy Master maintained his cheerful expression. "If it were a few hundred years later, I might indeed not be your match."
"But there are no ifs. What a pity." The Holy Master narrowed his eyes, his sword pointed directly at Dugu Jinghong. "Since you've come today, you shall stay! This time, you won't be as lucky as last time!"
"Senior Brother, aren't you curious why I would come, knowing I'm no match for you?" Dugu Jinghong suddenly smiled. "Speaking of which, haven't you left Holy Peak for a quarter of an hour?"
After speaking, Dugu Jinghong took out a small, exquisite sword and flew towards the depths of the Holy Land.
"Bad!"
The Holy Master's expression changed drastically, and he quickly pursued.
However, Dugu Jinghong was well-prepared, how could he be easily caught?
Soon, the Holy Master was completely outrun!
"Dugu Jinghong!" the Holy Master finally panicked. "If you do this, you will also die!"
"I never intended to return alive when I came today!" Dugu Jinghong's voice echoed from the depths of the Holy Land. "Today, you will all die with me! Hahahaha!"
A gust of wind swept from the depths of the Holy Land, blowing Ye Fan's hair.
Ye Fan raised his eyebrows.
Although he had no cultivation now, he still had some way to judge the pressure and aura of cultivators.
Simply put.
The stronger the wind, the stronger the aura!
Although this standard was not absolute, it was applicable most of the time.
Good heavens!
Had Dugu Jinghong gone berserk?
Given Dugu Jinghong's previous frenzied behavior, Ye Fan believed he was capable of such a mad act.
"Die! All of you, die!"
"Rumble—!"
A deafening explosion sounded, and the entire Holy Land trembled!
As the earth shook, a black energy surged towards the sky!
"Whoosh—!"
"Grand Elder!" The Holy Master cried out in horror, as if seeing something terrifying. "Quickly lead the disciples of the Formation Hall to reinforce the seal!"
The Grand Elder did not dare to delay and flew out with his heavily injured body.
The Holy Master casually scooped up the other severely injured elders from the ground and followed them into the depths of the Holy Land.
"Whoosh—!"
"Whoosh—!"
"Whoosh—!"
...
Black energy shot out one after another, completely shrouding the sky above the Holy Land in darkness.
The other disciples within the Holy Land immediately wailed and cried, as if suffering immense pain.
This was referring to the elite disciples.
The ordinary disciples had simply fainted...
Ye Fan nodded as if he had just understood.
Indeed, there was a follow-up!
Black energy was usually a mark of the demonic path.
It seemed that a powerful demon had been sealed beneath this Holy Land.
Judging from the terrified expressions of the Holy Master and the elders, their cultivation realm must not be low!
This was not easy!
After crossing over for so long, he had finally encountered someone beyond the Void Integration realm!
My brothers of the demonic path, please be powerful!
I don't expect you to defeat the damn system, but if you can make it lose some energy, I'll be extremely grateful!
Not long after, the Holy Master and the others arrived at the core area of the Holy Land.
The Grand Elder, leading all the disciples of the Formation Hall, began to reinforce the seal with all their might.
Some black demonic energy seeped out from the ground and drifted towards the Grand Elder and the others.
The Holy Master quickly unleashed several streams of true energy to block the black energy.
"Holy Master, the seal has been too severely damaged. New materials are needed for reinforcement," after a while, the Grand Elder frowned. "Moreover, simply reinforcing it might be too late. We need to find a way to eliminate the demonic energy in the air."