In the blink of an eye, just as Zhou Jiu was about to pull out Li Jianming's heart, the world around them suddenly changed dramatically!

In an instant, a great light shone forth, illuminating the entire space so bright that it was impossible for anyone to open their eyes.

Time and space seemed to be frozen; the air currents in the universe stopped flowing, and the stars and pebbles stopped rotating; everything became still and silent.

At this bizarre moment, Zhou Jiu froze, unable to continue his bloody actions.

He wanted to see what was happening around him, but he found that he couldn't even turn his head!

Zhou Jiu's eyes revealed a look of horror, his heart filled with fear and confusion.

Li Jianming and Yu Qiuzheng were filled with despair, but the bright and shining void inexplicably relieved them.

This light came from nowhere, its source nowhere to be found. Every speck of dust in the universe seemed to be cheering and leaping, as if welcoming a god.

Light shone on this void, and the solidified space contracted, revealing two figures, Meng Fan and Yu Min.

At this moment, Yu Min nestled beside Meng Fan, half a step behind. Meng Fan was still dressed in a simple blue robe, and his whole body exuded a sacred aura that made it impossible for people to look directly at him!

Meng Fan slowly approached the three of them, looked down and carefully examined Zhou Jiu's arm that was inserted into Li Jianming's body, as if he were looking at something very interesting.

The scene became increasingly bizarre and strange, and Zhou Jiu, who possessed the cultivation of a Great Luo Golden Immortal, couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

He didn't know who the person in front of him was, but he clearly sensed that this person's cultivation was unfathomable, far beyond what a Great Luo Golden Immortal like himself could contend with.

"Senior... I..." Zhou Jiu stammered.

However, Meng Fan turned his gaze to him and simply said, "Did I tell you to speak?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Jiu immediately tried to apologize, but he was horrified to find that he couldn't make a sound.

His throat seemed to be locked by an invisible force, unable to utter a single sound.

In this eerie atmosphere, Zhou Jiu felt an unprecedented fear and despair. He realized how insignificant and powerless he was in front of this mysterious figure, whose cultivation level had exceeded his comprehension.

Meng Fan's gaze was cold and authoritative; he seemed unconcerned about Zhou Jiu's fear and pleas for mercy.

He simply looked at Zhou Jiu indifferently, as if he were scrutinizing an insignificant being.

At this moment, Zhou Jiu deeply felt the gap in cultivation levels and his own insignificance. He understood that facing such a peerless master, he had no chance of resistance.

Fear and despair enveloped Zhou Jiu, who could only silently await Meng Fan's judgment, unaware of what his fate would hold.

With a flick of his finger, Meng Fan restored Li Jianming and Yu Qiu to their normal movements.

They quickly knelt down and said in unison, "We pay our respects to the Palace Master. How could we dare to trouble the Palace Master? We are terrified!"

Meng Fan waved his hand, and an inexplicable power enveloped Li Jianming and his wife, instantly healing their injuries, before he spoke.

"You don't need to be so polite. Min'er and Qiu'er are mother and daughter, so I can't just stand by and do nothing."

After saying that, she took Yu Min's slender hand and said softly, "Min'er, are you not worried now?"

Yu Min blushed, not expecting Meng Fan to show affection in public. Her noble and sacred temperament was immediately diminished, and her eyes held a hint of reproach as she looked at Meng Fan, as if to say, "Give me some face in public."

Meng Fan didn't care at all, still holding Yu Min's hand, and said, "There are no outsiders here, only family. Although they are juniors, they have cultivated for thousands of years. Why would they have so many formalities like ordinary people?"

"Oh? Right, this outsider doesn't count. Anyway, he's about to die, so he's not included."

Li Jianming and the other man kept their heads down, not daring to look up. After all, juniors should act like juniors. But when they heard Meng Fan so easily decide the life or death of a Great Luo Golden Immortal, they were still breathless.

They knew that Meng Fan's cultivation was profound, but in their understanding, the Great Luo Golden Immortal was the limit among immortals, standing at the very top of the pyramid. However, Meng Fan refreshed their understanding time and time again, making Meng Fan seem like a bottomless abyss in their hearts, so unattainable!

Upon hearing this, Zhou Jiu finally felt a sense of despair. However, the higher one's cultivation level, the more afraid one is of death. He could only look at Meng Fan with pleading eyes, hoping that he could give him a way out.

In his eyes, Meng Fan had no other aura besides occasionally exuding a holy aura. This was not to say that Meng Fan was not powerful; having learned about quasi-saints, he knew what that meant.

Their evil god was at the quasi-saint level, his aura was like a towering mountain, making it hard for people to breathe. But the person in front of him had no aura, only a faint but pure holy aura. He knew that this person was closer to 'saint' and more terrifying than the evil god!

Meng Fan said calmly, "I heard you enjoy making people experience fear?"

Zhou Jiu realized he could finally speak and quickly said, "Senior, I have offended your people without knowing what I was doing. Please forgive me for the sake of the Evil God. I promise to turn over a new leaf and start anew!"

"An evil god? He can only bully people like Lord Lingshan. You are underestimating me by comparing me to him."

Zhou Jiu was startled, cold sweat pouring down his body. He realized that since Meng Fan could mention the name Ling Shan Jun, he must be a powerful figure who had traversed the Chaos Sea, and not someone he could fool with a few words.

Thinking of this, he became even more flustered and hurriedly said, "My lord, it was not easy for me to cultivate to the Great Luo realm. Heaven has the virtue of cherishing life. If you spare my life, I am willing to follow you to the death!"

He knew that he had no other advantage against Meng Fan besides his cultivation level. Great Luo Golden Immortals were extremely rare, and there were only nine of them in the world of evil gods. They were cultivated by the evil gods with countless resources. He believed that even Meng Fan did not have many Great Luo Golden Immortals under his command.

Unexpectedly, Meng Fan chuckled, as if he had heard a joke.

"I have no shortage of people, so you can slowly experience fear!"

With a wave of his hand, Meng Fan completely darkened the three-meter radius around Zhou Jiu, making him appear as if he were in a black prison.

Seeing that Li Jianming and his wife were somewhat puzzled, Meng Fan explained, "Don't underestimate this black prison. It's completely dark inside. He can't move or speak, and his primordial spirit is imprisoned within his body. Weak water drips from his head, constantly damaging his physical body and primordial spirit. I estimate that with the physique of a Great Luo Golden Immortal, he can endure for about 18,000 to 10,000 years."

Meng Fan's words were simple, but Lin Jianming and Yu Qiu were horrified. They thought of Zhou Jiu inside, whose higher cultivation level meant he suffered more and more, and it was a living hell!