Why is he so tough!

The same question arose simultaneously in the hearts of both people.

Han Yu's resilience was unexpected to them, or rather, it always took his enemies by surprise.

They thought that once Han Yu showed himself and was restrained, they could eliminate him, but the red fog that covered him did nothing more than corrode his clothes; it couldn't harm his body in the slightest.

Yankong found it even more unbelievable. Although the Red Skull was formed by True Essence, it was still the signature poison technique of the Flower Burial Valley.

That wisp of black gas could dissolve the flesh of ordinary people instantly; even cultivators below the Divine Gaze level would lose at least half their life if they came into contact with it. Even at the same level, it would be easy to damage their physical body — even if they weren't seriously injured, taking some flesh off was still possible.

But now, the black gas gathered and lingered around him without seeping into his skin.

"What kind of damn body is this?"

Yankong couldn't help but curse out loud, while Yan Bing scrutinized Han Yu coldly, gritting his teeth.

"Sword!"

The belt full of notches instantly flew out, growing to seven feet long in the wind… the Broken Sword swayed in mid-air, aiming to chop down on Han Yu's head.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The sound of metal resonated around, leaving Han Yu completely unharmed while the notches in the sword widened even further.

Unwilling to give up, Yan Bing switched positions and stabbed the Broken Sword at Han Yu's temple.

Crack!

The Broken Sword, which seemed to bear more than it should have, split into several pieces at every notch and finally broke completely, falling to the ground.

Yan Bing looked at the belt-like scraps, his face black as the bottom of a pot.

Yankong suddenly reached out to Han Yu and immediately activated his cultivation technique.

"What are you doing?"

Yan Bing frowned, couldn't help but speaking out.

Yankong maintained the technique while replying.

"I'm trying Flower Monk's method to see if I can refine his essence and blood with the Tripod Furnace Dual Cultivation Method."

"I advise you not to."

"I'll give it a try first."

Yankong ignored him and accelerated the rotation of the technique, initially feeling the surging energy within Han Yu's body, but was startled.

Just now, that wasn't Yan Bing's voice.

Han Yu suddenly opened his eyes and heard someone wanting to use him as a tripod furnace, recalling Flower Monk's rumors, his face turned black immediately.

Damn it, even a boiled egg wants to dual cultivate with me?

Flower Monk was like this, and so was this guy.

Now was the closest Han Yu had ever been to the two of them; his body moved violently, reaching for Yankong first, causing Yankong to retreat in shock.

However, when it came to speed, how could he possibly match Han Yu? Flames spread as wings flapped, and in just a few breaths, a pair of iron hands clasped tightly around his shoulders.

"Red Skull!"

"Burial of Flowers in the Valley..."

Pink skulls continuously bit toward Han Yu, who ignored them entirely. Just as Yankong was about to unleash the Dream Realm, Han Yu swiftly slapped him on the cheek.

The already swollen pig-like face tilted further, making it difficult to speak, let alone chant spells.

"Open your mouth!"

Han Yu reached into his clothes and pulled out a pill.

"Are you just going to let him off so easily?"

Glass couldn't help but speak, expressing surprise in the sea of consciousness.

Cheap? No, giving it to someone like him would make living and dying equally impossible.

Yankong looked at the black pill in Han Yu's hand, his face showing surprise, tightening his mouth shut.

Without hesitation, Han Yu flawlessly executed a series of moves, tossing the pill in, then letting him down.

Yankong used his remaining hand to dig at his throat, after throwing up some water, he looked at Han Yu in horror.

"What poison did you give me?"

Han Yu had no time to deal with him, turning his head to the sky where Yan Bing, holding a stone, was fleeing in panic.

"Grand Monk, someone stole my thing, help me catch them."

Han Yu suddenly spoke, wanting to test the pill's effect.

With those words, he rushed to pursue.

You're dreaming; Buddha's leaving.

Yankong swore he had never seen such an idiot nor heard such an absurd request.

He naturally couldn't help, seeing Han Yu fly away, he took to the sky as well, aiming to fly in the opposite direction...

Yan Bing, with the Dragon Blood Stone clutched, dared not linger a moment longer; this person was terrifying. He should have just run with the stone before; there was no need for impulse and the thrill of trying to eliminate him.

A scorching wave suddenly surged from behind as a breaking sound whizzed past.

After only a brief pursuit, Han Yu appeared before Yan Bing.

A sea of flames instantly stretched out, blocking his path. Yan Bing halted, turned to another direction, and continued running.

Han Yu calmly set another sea of flames ahead of him.

Yan Bing looked at Han Yu, gritting his teeth—unable to fight, unable to escape?

Another breaking sound approached, and Yan Bing, turning his head, found joy in his heart.

"Yankong, if you still want the stone, let's team up; only by subduing him can we keep it."

Grand Monk said nothing, his face twisted with an odd expression of fear and complexity.

Upon reaching Yan Bing's side, he attacked without warning; a surge of True Essence unexpectedly struck his chest.

Without defense, pain surged in Yan Bing's chest; even as he was flung away, he hadn't grasped what happened.

"Are you insane?"

Barely stable, Yan Bing cursed.

The damned bald had conspired against him with others; what was he after?

An eerie look of mixed crying and non-crying marked Yankong's face, explaining frantically, gesticulating wildly.

"He… he gave me a pill, I can't control my body."

"Grand Monk, he took my thing, help me fight him."

Han Yu watched the spectacle, offering his suggestion.

Yankong's face changed, involuntarily flying at Yan Bing, performing hand seals.

"Burial of Flowers in the Valley!"

Even the spell was chanted involuntarily.

Yan Bing's expression shifted, using his Illusion Realm technique to resist firmly; given the same lineage, there were natural countermeasures.

"Red Skull!"

More skulls released, charging at Yan Bing.

"You dead bald, if I fall, you won't escape either."

Resisting, Yan Bing cursed.

Yankong could only endure silently, maintaining his True Essence against Yan Bing while explaining continuously.

"He can control me, I don't want this either."

——

Zhao Yulin had already broken free from the dream realm, but his nine subordinates remained closed-eyed, each tent far too apparent, faces flushed.

"This lot, after this matter, military discipline must be tightened. Losing themselves in cultivation, they've hardly any military spirit left; such illusions shouldn't have held them long."

Infuriated, Zhao Yulin slapped each awake, booming with True Essence-enhanced voice.

"Wake up!"

On cue, the cultivators awoke, reluctant to leave their dream states.

"All of you, chase them!"

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