Her arms were outstretched, forming a barrier that firmly protected Xiao Feng.

Xiao Feng composed himself: "My godfather is possessed by the Taotie, and he is no longer under his control. I came to the shore of the East Sea to obtain the divine fire, hoping to help my godfather remove the Taotie from his body."

At this point, Xiao Feng's brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of pain appeared in his eyes.

His hands clenched unconsciously, his knuckles turning white from the force.

Clearly, bringing up his godfather was not an easy task for him.

"An ancient demon god was sealed in Wushan, but recently the seal on Wushan seems to have loosened, so Taotie escaped and possessed my godfather."

Next, Xiao Feng quickly recounted those events.

After hearing this, Bin Zhu's expression gradually softened.

The anger in his eyes slowly subsided, replaced by a sense of understanding.

Bin Zhu's gaze lingered on Xiao Feng for a moment, as if he were re-evaluating the young man.

His expression changed from stern to gentle, his brows relaxed, and a faint smile even appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Bin Zhu took a deep breath and said sincerely, "So that's how it is. I misunderstood you. Thank you for saving me. If you ever encounter any difficulties in the future, please feel free to come to me."

After saying that, he took out a crystal-clear jade pendant from his pocket.

The jade pendant is light blue all over, as if it contains the spiritual energy of the entire East China Sea.

Under the moonlight, the surface of the jade plaque faintly reveals wave patterns, which are lifelike.

The Lord of the Sea handed the jade token to Xiao Feng and said solemnly, "This jade token can guarantee that you can come to the East Sea at any time."

Xiao Feng took the jade token and felt a cool sensation in his hand, as a gentle spiritual energy flowed into his entire body through his palm.

He couldn't help but marvel at the magical jade pendant.

Just then, Xiao Feng and Zhao Yuwei remembered Sima Yan, who was still injured in the formation.

Xiao Feng turned to Wu Yang and said earnestly, "Wu Yang, Sima Yan was seriously injured in the formation. I beg you to take care of him and send him back to Mogan City."

After hearing this, Wu Yang nodded solemnly, looked firmly into Xiao Feng's eyes, and said resolutely, "Don't worry, I will take good care of him and send him back safely."

With Wu Yang's promise, Xiao Feng and Zhao Yuwei finally felt relieved.

They exchanged a glance, nodded in tacit agreement, and then turned and left.

The scene shifts to the Ming Cult palace.

The atmosphere here is so oppressive that it's hard to breathe.

Black vines entwined the tall stone pillars, and the candlelight on the walls flickered, casting eerie shadows on the ground.

A faint, fishy smell filled the air, sending chills down one's spine.

Wu Hai, dressed in a black robe, sat languidly on a tall black chair.

He leaned forward slightly, his hands crossed on his knees, exuding an indescribable sense of oppression.

His eyes gleamed with a cold, eerie light in the dim light, like two ghostly green flames, making it impossible to look directly at them.

Three richly dressed men were kneeling on the ground in front of Wu Hai.

Their bodies trembled slightly, and fine beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads.

One of them unconsciously scratched the ground with his fingers, leaving several shallow scratch marks.

Wu Hai's lips curled into a sinister smile, a smile as chilling as an owl's.

He spoke slowly, his voice low and seductive: "Well, have you thought it over? Do you want to submit to me?"

Although his voice wasn't loud, it seemed to possess a certain magic, making people involuntarily want to submit.

The oppressive feeling in the air instantly intensified, as if an invisible hand was pressing down on everyone's hearts.

As Wu Hai spoke, he extended his hand.

Black mist swirled around his fingertips, within which the shadowy figures of ferocious beasts could be faintly seen.

The three kneeling men turned deathly pale upon seeing this, and their bodies trembled even more violently.

But there was only silence, nothing but silence.

"Tsk tsk, these three ignorant fools actually dare to refuse my kindness." Wu Hai sneered inwardly, but a half-smile appeared on his face.

As soon as he finished speaking, the temperature in the entire hall seemed to drop several degrees.

The three kneeling men couldn't help but shiver, cold sweat sliding down their foreheads.

The middle-aged man at the head of the group trembled slightly, his mind in turmoil.

He knew that if he refused, he would likely face certain death.

However, if we give in now, wouldn't all the beliefs we've held onto over the years be in vain?

After much hesitation, he finally mustered his courage, raised his head, and said firmly, "Hmph, expecting us to submit to the Ming Cult is simply wishful thinking, absolutely impossible!"

Upon hearing this, a fierce glint flashed in Wu Hai's eyes.

He snorted coldly and suddenly swung his right hand.

In an instant, a jet-black sword aura, carrying intense demonic energy, flashed across the man's neck like lightning.

"Pfft!" Blood splattered everywhere, and the man didn't even have time to let out a scream before he fell straight to the ground.

The blood quickly spread across the cold ground, forming a bewitching blood flower.

The other two, upon seeing this, turned deathly pale and trembled uncontrollably.

Their pupils contracted violently, their hearts pounded, and fear overwhelmed them like a tidal wave.

"Heh, they're nothing but a bunch of ignorant ants." Wu Hai chuckled inwardly, a cruel glint of pleasure flashing in his eyes.

He slowly stood up and walked step by step to the remaining two people.

Each step felt like it was stomping on their hearts, making it hard for them to breathe.

Wu Hai reached out and pinched one of the people's chins with his index finger and thumb, lifting their heads up.

He asked menacingly, "And you? Are you willing to change your minds now?"

Although the man's eyes were filled with fear, his stubbornness made him spit and curse, "You fiend, you think you can make us submit? No way!"

This insult immediately ignited the anger in Wu Hai's heart.

Veins bulged on his face, and a flash of bloodlust appeared in his eyes.

He slammed his fist into the man's chest, sending him flying several meters away.

"Bang!" The man slammed heavily against a stone pillar in the palace, making a dull thud.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, his breath was weak, and he was about to die.

Wu Hai's gaze swept coldly over the other man, and he said in a chilling tone, "If you want to live, kill him; otherwise, you will all die!"

The man trembled, a struggle flashing in his eyes.

He slowly raised his head and exchanged a glance with his companion.

In an instant, the hesitation in their eyes vanished, replaced by a firm resolve.

Almost simultaneously, they drew their swords from their waists and plunged them into their hearts without hesitation.

With two "splat" sounds, blood gushed out, staining their clothes red.

A relieved smile appeared on their faces as they slowly collapsed, lifeless.

Upon seeing this, Wu Hai's eyes widened, his anger burning fiercely.