Accompanied by the appearance of Taiji diagrams on Fu Ting's palm and forehead, the heavens and earth of the Minor No Hatred dao arena abruptly changed.
The world which was already gradually beginning to be devoured by the sea of flames suddenly distorted.
With the palace beneath their feet as the centre, the power of Reversal of Extremities emanated.
However, just having moved, a clump of flames suddenly appeared between her palm and forehead.
The flames transformed into a sigil, instantly suppressing the Taiji diagrams on Fu Ting's palm and forehead.
The voice of that divinity of flame resounded within the sky, "I do not wish to lower myself to the level of you juniors, yet you want to take the initiative to make trouble."
"You must know that even if I kill you, I would not care."
That sigil of flame immediately began devouring the Taiji diagrams on Fu Ting's body.
Fu Ting's face and hands were about to be caught in the flames as well.
The Phoenix Woven Brocade and other treasures on her showed no signs of being affected in the least.
A silvery-white silk that flickered with the crimson light of fire suddenly drifted, keeping the endless blazing fire at bay as it circulated.
However, faced with that sigil of flame, it instantly collapsed upon contact as it was hard to resist.
Instead, radiance suddenly lit up at the centre of the Taiji diagrams that had originally been suppressed on Fu Ting's forehead.
The palace at the centre of the Minor No Hatred dao arena beneath Fu Ting's feet also lit up.
The power of Reversal of Extremities surged once more, even more ferocious and majestic than before!
The divinity of flame within the sky paused for a moment, "Having been suppressed by my attack, a second hidden restriction was instead triggered? No wonder you surpass your father, even surpassing Daoist Xuanzhong. "
The entire Minor No Hatred dao arena actually seemed to be on the verge of collapse at this moment.
It was not because of Mars Halberd's power, instead originating from the Minor No Hatred dao arena itself.
The entire heavens and earth seemed to be collapsing towards its centre!
This majestic power was fully bolstered by Fu Ting at this moment.
Bolstered by this power, Fu Ting was ultimately not injured by that sigil of flame.
Everything happened in an instant.
Fu Ting could only make use of this instant.
She clapped downwards with her palm, the palace before her simultaneously transforming into specks of light of black and white.
Yin and yang circulated, transforming into a Taiji diagram which swept along Fu Ting, the disciples of Ingenious Flying Peak, Yan Zhaoge and Yan Di as well as those three dragon experts who were being incinerated by blazing fire.
Everyone flew towards that point of collapse at the centre, seemingly about to vanish.
The power formed by the collapse of the entire Minor No Hatred dao arena caused the flames on the bodies of those three dragon race experts to finally be extinguished.
At the end of the day, this was a dao arena established by the Brocade Emperor. Fu Ting was also incomparably decisive as she had finally managed to save those three dragons from the brink of death.
However, it was at this moment that the God of Fire who stood in the void, unmoved even if the heavens and earth collapsed, suddenly moved.
"What an outstanding young lady. She's just like her father."
There seemed to be a mighty dragon roar echoing in the endless distance.
In the next moment, the 90-meter-tall body exploded into flames that filled the sky.
A twin crescent halberd appeared from within the sea of flames, resembling the halberd of Yan Zhaoge's memories.
However, this halberd was crimson in color and carved with dragon patterns.
"You have courage and ability. I will not kill you, but I will give you some punishment."
The crimson halberd slashed through the air.
Fiery light flickered, the black and white Taiji diagram at the centre of the collapse mightily breaking apart!
Swept along by the Taiji diagram, Yan Zhaoge, Yan Di and Fu Ting were already about to retreat into the spatial passageway formed following the destruction of the Minor No Hatred dao arena.
However, after the fiery light had flickered, the spatial passageway instantly broke apart!
While everyone tried their best to stabilise themselves, they were still involuntarily separated as they were swept into different spacetimes in twos and threes.
Meanwhile, the final scene that appeared before the eyes of Yan Zhaoge and the others was that crimson fiery light flashed past. The three dragon experts had all perished!
The massive bodies of the dragons had all been cleaved apart at the waist!
Blazing fire arose from the wounds, instantly incinerating the six halves of the dragon bodies completely.
They were reduced to ashes, not leaving any traces behind at all.
In the distance where space had been destroyed, the fiery light condensed to form that divinity of fire who stood atop two dragons once more.
The giant of flame towered amidst space, not pursuing or retreating as he simply stood silently where he was.
It was as though he was specifically waiting for the return of the Brocade Emperor.
Amidst the chaotic space, Yan Zhaoge turned and gazed over to the other side, seeing his father Yan Di currently trapped amidst the chaotic flows of space.
Father and son exchanged glances, both not knowing whether to laugh or to cry.
They had completely been caught in the crossfire this time, having been implicated by Ingenious Flying Peak and the dragon race. Never would they have thought that such a change would actually occur.
Sending each other a look that told them not to worry, father and son could only stabilise their figures amidst the shattered space, drifting along with the currents as they drifted off in different directions.
With their current cultivation bases, they were not in any danger.
The only problem was that returning to the World beyond Worlds would require some effort.
Yan Zhaoge sighed, "Plans cannot keep up with the changes. I was still thinking earlier that the Heaven Emperor was being held back by the Brocade Emperor and that no powerful reinforcements would arrive. In the end, Mars Halberd immediately came looking for trouble."
"Good things never come true, bad things always do …"
Yan Zhaoge shook his head slightly, stabilising his figure.
As he cultivated in the Immortal Trapping Sword, he had a deep understanding of the dao of time and space. Now that he was trapped amidst the chaotic flows of space, he was not worried at all.
It was just that Yan Zhaoge was rather troubled by the fact that Fu Ting had actually coincidentally drifted along the same branch of space as him.
With that, it was not convenient for Yan Zhaoge to openly display the Immortal Trapping Sword.
Fu Ting was currently expressing her apologies to Yan Zhaoge, "In putting on a brave front, I wanted to make use of the restrictions my father left behind in the dao arena to help the three seniors of the dragon race. In the end, I still ended up implicating you and your father. Please forgive me, Young Master Yan."
Yan Zhaoge smiled, "It's fine. Miss Fu is polite."
This Mars Halberd had his own personality, being no different from an Emperor expert at all.
He had an unyielding personality but was also magnanimous.
If Fu Ting had not interfered just now, nothing would have happened to Yan Zhaoge and Yan Di.
After Mars Halberd had slain those three experts of the dragon race, he would most likely have let them leave. Fu Ting and the others might have been detained to draw the Brocade Emperor over, but they might also have been let go. At the very least, their lives would not have been in danger.
With Fu Ting's earlier attack, the other party had completely shattered the Minor No Hatred dao arena, causing them to be separated amidst the chaotic flows of space.
Still, Yan Zhaoge did not blame Fu Ting.
From another perspective, if it had been the Heaven Emperor who had come to find trouble for Yan Zhaoge and Yan Di this time, Fu Ting would most likely have done her best to help them as they were guests of Ingenious Flying Peak as well.
Of course, being able to be so magnanimous was more or less because the current situation was not too bad as it was still within Yan Zhaoge's acceptable range.
Instead, it was some of Mars Halberd's earlier words that Yan Zhaoge was rather concerned about, "My unintentional, his intentional … is it?"
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