Fang Han suddenly quickened his pace, rushing towards the mysterious Taoist temple like a gust of wind.

The moonlight, as clear as water, spilled onto his path, and his shadow flashed by.

In the public's perception, Taoist temples are usually places where Taoists practice in seclusion and contemplate the Tao.

Inside, incense should be curling, and Taoist priests dressed in robes should be chanting scriptures or meditating, pursuing spiritual transcendence and sublimation in a tranquil and peaceful atmosphere.

However, the world has changed drastically.

Since hundreds of years ago, Taoism has gradually declined, and its former glory has vanished like fleeting clouds.

In Yanming City, Taoist temples have almost disappeared, and their former prosperity and glory are long gone.

Fang Han ran wildly, his figure flashing past in the moonlight.

As the distance closed, the outline of the Taoist temple in the moonlight became clearer and clearer.

The Taoist temple was quite large in scale, covering a vast area. Several towering ancient trees stood in front of the temple, like loyal guardians, quietly protecting this ancient and dilapidated building.

The erosion of time has left deep marks on the Taoist temple. The walls are mottled and uneven, and one wall has even collapsed. Broken walls and ruins can be seen everywhere, as if silently telling the story of the vicissitudes and desolation of the past.

As Fang Han got closer to the Taoist temple, he could feel a strong demonic aura emanating from it.

He knew in his heart that there were probably no real Taoist priests left in this Taoist temple.

After all, Yin Yang Mountain has always been regarded as a place of evil and danger, so why would a real Taoist temple choose to be located there?

There must be some unknown secret hidden within this.

Just a little over a thousand meters from the Taoist temple, a valley suddenly appeared before Fang Han.

In the valley, a breathtaking scene unfolded: a group of enormous leopards roared at a dozen men dressed in tight-fitting clothes.

These leopards were no ordinary creatures; each one was three meters long and covered in black fur with strange purple electric patterns.

As they roar, the electric patterns flash with dazzling lightning, as if the powerful lightning energy contained within them is surging outwards, inspiring fear in all who behold them.

"That's a Thundercloud Leopard!"

Fang Han's heart stirred when he saw the group of leopards.

He had carefully read through the records of monsters on the Qiankun Continent, so he naturally knew this kind of monster very well.

The Thundercloud Leopard's eyes were a bright golden yellow, sharp as lightning, as if they could see through everything.

Its limbs are muscular and powerful, and its claws are incredibly sharp and carry terrifying lightning power.

Generally speaking, if a martial artist who is not at the Martial Grandmaster level is unfortunately caught by the claws of this Thundercloud Leopard, he will surely meet a miserable end.

These Thundercloud Leopards are mostly at the Warrior level, with strength equivalent to a human Martial Grandmaster, and should not be underestimated.

Among this group of thundercloud leopards, there was one that was exceptionally large, reaching a length of four meters.

It stood majestically atop a boulder in the valley, its eyes dignified yet its demeanor somewhat leisurely, clearly the leader of this pack of Thundercloud Leopards.

At this moment, it was directing the pack of leopards to tightly surround the dozen or so men, seemingly regarding them as prey that could not escape its grasp, delicious food.

Fang Han took a closer look and was slightly taken aback. The dozen or so men surrounded by the Thunder Cloud Leopard were the same group he had encountered on his return from Yin Yang Mountain last time.

That magnificent black horse was the one he snatched from Ye Qianqiu, the leader of the group.

Fang Han had been mentally impaired for several years and did not originally know Ye Qianqiu.

But after the last horse theft, Ye Qianqiu was furious and made some harsh remarks. He even revealed his family background, and Fang Han then realized that the person he had offended was Ye Zhong's son, the city lord of Yanming City.

However, in Fang Han's mind, Ye Qianqiu was nothing more than a spoiled brat from Yanming City, and he did not take him seriously.

He knew that as long as his cultivation level continued to improve, no one, not even in the small Yanming City, could become his opponent, let alone in the entire Qiankun Continent.

This time, Ye Qianqiu had clearly come in pursuit of Fang Han.

Unexpectedly, before they could find Fang Han, they were caught in a downpour.

Ye Qianqiu was unwilling to give up, and after the rain stopped, he still led his men and insisted on breaking into Yin Yang Mountain.

As a result, they unfortunately encountered this group of thundercloud leopards and found themselves in a desperate situation.

At this moment, Ye Qianqiu held a long knife, his face pale. Although he was tightly protected by more than a dozen subordinates, his legs still couldn't stop going weak.

Previously, they had tried to break through the encirclement. Several of Ye Qianqiu's men brandished their long knives and slashed at Lei Yunbao, but Lei Yunbao easily caught them with his claws.

In an instant, the henchmen were struck as if by lightning, screamed in agony, and collapsed to the ground.

They did not die immediately, but they looked extremely horrific. Their clothes and hair were scorched by lightning, and their bodies were covered in blood and gore. They rolled and struggled on the ground, and their painful groans echoed through the valley.

Fang Han sighed inwardly, realizing that he and the Ye family truly had a tragic fate.

The night he awakened, he encountered Ye Qianqian and almost had an inappropriate encounter with her, who was under the influence of a love potion.

Then, he had a conflict with Ye Qianqiu.

He could roughly guess that Ye Qianqiu's appearance at Yin Yang Mountain was most likely to be to track him down.

After all, Ye Qianqiu was known as the number one playboy in Yanming City. Having his mount stolen by him was undoubtedly a public humiliation. Given his arrogant and domineering personality, how could he easily swallow this insult?

Fang Han was not some compassionate saint; he had no intention of killing these Thundercloud Leopards and saving Ye Qianqiu from his predicament.

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