The young man in the early stage of the Forging Platform Realm who was being targeted was shocked and hurriedly fled.

As the ancient saying goes, before the person arrives, the flying sword has already arrived. At this moment, they were just a flock of frightened birds. They directly shot out the Flaming Dragon Sword, piercing through the opponent's chest, grabbed the corpse and the knife-shaped spiritual weapon, and put them into the divine realm.

The remaining eight cultivators at the Forging Platform Realm gathered together. Although each of them was burned, they had not lost their ability to fight.

"Senior Brother, Master hasn't come out yet, what should we do?"

They all asked the middle-aged man in charge, and when he looked at the tornado of thunder and fire, he was full of worry. If they didn't come out soon, they would all really die.

"We have no choice. At his speed, we can't escape. We can only stall him."

He said with a ferocious expression, and once again summoned that cyan seal, which directly transformed into a five-zhang-long object. Up close, it looked like a small mountain, and slammed down fiercely towards the golden figure that was attacking.

Seeing this, the others could no longer care about the other party's many evil and unorthodox methods, and could only summon their spiritual weapons.

In an instant, many thoughts flashed through Gu Yan's mind. If they were single, he could directly drag them into the divine realm and was confident that the spiritual artifact would not cause any trouble.

However, dragging so many people in directly wouldn't deplete their strength much and could potentially harm his disciples.

He then channeled his lightning and fire power and swung his fists.

He unleashed a series of massive golden fist imprints, many of which struck the magical artifacts, causing them to be hammered back to their original size.

Seeing this, Gu Yan continued to bombard the artifact while simultaneously using his divine sense to grab the dissipating spiritual weapon and drag it over. Now was the easiest time to pull it in and seize the treasure.

The eight people had no choice but to use all their cultivation techniques to defend themselves, and some even took out defensive magical artifacts to use.

"Quickly retrieve the magical artifact."

The eldest disciple, who was in the lead, raised a cyan barrier and roared, while the others poured their power into it.

They were all shocked.

Eight against one, yet they couldn't budge their own spiritual artifact. Keep in mind, it bears their mark; anyone else who wants to control it would have to expend double or even more of their spiritual power.

Instead, they were briefly locked in a stalemate in mid-air, the eight magical artifacts trembling continuously.

Seeing this, Gu Yan's face hardened. As he unleashed his fist, golden light shone from between his brows. The strength of his hand gripping the spiritual artifacts increased again, and he firmly grasped the eight spiritual artifacts, with particular emphasis on one of them.

"Senior Brother, I can't hold on any longer."

A mature young man who had just entered the mid-stage of the Forging Platform Realm gritted his teeth and said, his face flushed. He was using all his spiritual power to control the spiritual weapon, and even that wasn't enough.

Whoosh!

A beam of light pierced through the rain of fists and entered the suddenly appearing golden vortex.

"Senior brother, I can't hold on any longer either."

Another cultivator in the mid-stage of the Foundation Formation Realm couldn't hold on any longer. He knelt in mid-air, clutching his head with his hands. He released all his spiritual power and was dragged into the golden vortex. He couldn't pull himself out and looked extremely pained.

Whoosh whoosh!

One by one, all eight magical artifacts were collected into the Divine Realm by Gu Yan.

Ah~

Their soul-level power was on the verge of collapse, their barriers instantly became chaotic, and they were bombarded by one fist after another.

The light dimmed and fell to the ground.

With a flick of his finger, Gu Yan manipulated the Flame Dragon Sword, sending it flying and slicing through the throats of the others.

Only one person was left alive, a beautiful woman who looked to be in her thirties with her hair styled in a traditional Chinese updo. Although she was now beaten and looked disheveled, he had noticed her earlier.

The beautiful woman had very fair and delicate skin, and an extremely alluring figure. He had never tasted a woman in the Casting Platform Realm before, so he couldn't just kill her like that. Besides, he didn't know much about the Qian Yuan Sect, so leaving two alive would be a good opportunity to interrogate them.

In fact, they captured their bodies again and dragged them into the realm of the gods.

Ancient teachings guided him through the void, leading him step by step closer to the storm of thunder and fire.

His divine sense had already seen that the old man was about to break through the wind and emerge. His palms glowed, and the power of lightning and flames continued to gather. In his mind, he pondered the dragons he had seen in anime and the records in all the classic texts.

Its antlers resemble those of a deer, its head a camel's, its eyes a rabbit's, its neck a snake's, its belly a clam's, its scales a fish's, its claws an eagle's, its paws a tiger's, and its ears a cow's.

On his palm, his divine sense manipulated the power of flames, slowly condensing into a delicate fire dragon a foot long.

Although small, it is packed with the essence, and therefore, it is even more deadly.

Ahhh~

"You scoundrel, you killed all my disciples! Today, I will make you pay with your life!"

Finally, Yuan Luozi emerged from the massive storm of thunder and fire, his body charred black, without a single piece of clothing, and his expression filled with rage.

He had already sensed that his disciples, whom he had painstakingly nurtured, were falling one by one, and he was right beside them, yet trapped inside, unable to break free.

Gu Yan sighed softly, and with a gentle wave of his jade-like hand, the golden fire dragon, in the form of tiny golden light, shot straight out like a hidden weapon.

Upon seeing this, Yuan Luozi transformed all his anger into power, directly extending two fingers to condense a clear light, which was none other than the Whirlwind Finger that Deng Fengqin had used earlier.

Whoosh!

He thrust straight toward the golden dragon, also a streak of azure light, but the power he unleashed was more than ten times stronger than Deng Fengqi's.

The moment the two came into contact, Gu Yan controlled the fire dragon to devour the finger light in one gulp, coiled it in the air, and refined it with the power of flames.

Yuan Luozi sneered and activated his finger light as well, as if it were about to explode inside the fire dragon's belly.

Both of them compressed their power to the limit.

In the end, his face turned ashen and ferocious, the blue light from his fingertips was extinguished, and the golden dragon pierced through his brow in an instant.

His power was not exhausted. Gu Yan flicked his finger upwards, and immediately flew into the air. Otherwise, he would have burned a large number of people in the royal city to death.

Bang!

Like a dazzling firework exploding above the royal city, people were instantly bathed in golden light, a truly beautiful sight.

He dragged Yuan Luozi's corpse closer and put it into the divine realm.

He used his divine sense to check the spoils and was greatly surprised. Apart from the old man having a storage ring, the others had also obtained two storage rings, while the rest were just storage bags.

He then directly instructed his head steward, Hua Qingyue, to carefully inventory the resources inside these storage rings and bags.