# Chapter 2351: The Struggle Between Two Yans
The densely packed talisman patterns gradually dissipated as Yan Zhexian's voice rang out.
"Chi!"
The seven snow peaks in ghostly form melted and vaporized.
Within Zhang Ruochen's body, starlike light burst forth as he controlled the power of his Truth Realm Form, impacting the ten-thousand-mile glacial illusion formation.
The illusionary scene dissipated, revealing the true scene outside the bronze temple.
Dark night, cold rain, the three hundred and eighty-four bronze steps, and chaotic battle fluctuations.
"Kill!"
"Bang bang."
"Boom!"
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Killing cries, attack sounds, and the collision of Saint Qi interwove together.
Outside the bronze temple, the Yama Clan's Great Saints stared at Zhang Ruochen with countless eyes, as if they wanted to devour him.
Daring to defile the esteemed Yan Zhexian—this was a capital crime.
"Zhang Ruochen, I urge you to release Yan Zhexian immediately, or the Yama Clan's cultivators will hunt you to the ends of the earth," a Great Saint Talisman Master said, his eyes red with fury.
"Yan Zhexian is the pearl of our Yama Clan, sacred and inviolable."
"Zhang Ruochen, you are unworthy to be the grandson of Xue Jue War God. You have no heroic spirit—you are nothing but a despicable, lowly scoundrel."
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Although the Yama Clan's Great Saints were burning with rage, not one dared to act, only hurling insults.
First, without the empowerment of talisman patterns and formations, they were no match for Zhang Ruochen. Second, if they provoked this reckless bandit into truly killing Yan Zhexian, who would bear the responsibility?
"Have you said enough? If you're done, get out of my way immediately. I don't want to kill you—don't make me stain my hands with more blood." Zhang Ruochen was extremely cold, one hand gripping Yan Zhexian's jade neck, pressing her against his chest.
In the palm of his other hand, strands of white Purifying Divine Flame emerged.
"Hua—"
Mo Yin's graceful, alluring figure flew out from a spatial wormhole mirror above Zhang Ruochen's head and landed outside the bronze temple.
Her hands transformed into dozens of thunder-fire vines, rapidly spreading out to entangle twenty-one Great Saint Talisman Masters. The lightning and Purifying Divine Flame on the vines instantly refined the twenty-one Great Saint Talisman Masters, rendering them combat-ineffective.
She dragged the twenty-one Great Saint Talisman Masters to her side, suspending them around her body.
Some vines coiled around necks; some wrapped around waists; some pierced into chests.
This was not to say the twenty-one Great Saint Talisman Masters were truly so weak, but rather that they were not adept at close combat. Caught off guard by Mo Yin's sudden attack, they naturally had no power to resist.
Moreover, Mo Yin's current combat power surpassed many Thousand Questions Realm Great Saints.
How could these Talisman Masters, most of whom still remained in the Immortal Realm, compare?
"All fresh and delicious Great Saints—I want to eat them all."
Mo Yin revealed a seductive, enchanting smile, staring at the restrained Great Saint Talisman Masters.
"Demon woman, you are courting death."
The remaining Great Saint Talisman Masters joined together, quickly drawing a large talisman.
Dense talisman inscription patterns interwove into a Qilin beast dozens of feet tall, releasing a cold, deathly radiance. Its aura was domineering, its gaze fierce and ferocious.
"If I want to kill them, it's only a thought away. You'd better not force me." Mo Yin lightly licked her red lips, smiling.
The dozens of Yama Clan Great Saint Talisman Masters hesitated, uncertain.
Yan Zhexian never imagined that the nearly two hundred Great Saints led by Xi could not stop the five Hundred Shackles Great Perfection Great Saints of the Undying Blood Clan, allowing the Devouring Saint Flower to break through here.
If the Yama Clan Great Saints had arranged a defensive barrier, the Devouring Saint Flower would never have been able to open the spatial wormhole mirror.
Below the bronze steps.
Dao Yu Huang single-handedly restrained the two Nine-Life Blood Crows and Xi, displaying top-tier Hundred Shackles combat power. Every slash seemed capable of splitting mountains and rivers, cutting down stars.
Feng Hou understood clearly that the gods must be watching this battle, so she exerted herself fully, displaying the true strength of a Fate Divine Maiden candidate.
Behind her, the Gate of Destiny bloomed with brilliant radiance. Every ray of light was a Fate Rule, suppressing the cultivation of the Yama Clan's various Great Saints.
At the same time, she held a three-foot-long white feather.
The feather waved, stirring a gentle breeze.
Any Yama Clan Great Saint whose face was brushed by the wind's force seemed bewitched. Some had struggling expressions, some became dazed, some became murderous and attacked the Great Saints beside them.
Although the Yama Clan's Great Saint cultivators were numerous, at this moment, they attacked each other, falling into chaos.
It was precisely because of this that Mo Yin could open the spatial wormhole mirror and rendezvous with Zhang Ruochen.
The white feather in Feng Hou's hand was called the "Heavenly Fate Feather," a Fate treasure containing a large number of Fate Divine Patterns.
With the empowerment of her profound Fate Dao attainments, waving the feather could affect a cultivator's spiritual will, even modifying part of their memories.
Those Yama Clan Great Saints with lower cultivation had their memories modified by Feng Hou using the Heavenly Fate Feather, making them believe they were members of the Undying Blood Clan.
This was a very terrifying Fate method.
After all, even if a person's physical shell changed, as long as their memories and spirit remained unchanged, they were still the same person.
But if a person's memories and spirit were both changed, were they still the same person?
The power of Fate was mysterious, capable of easily changing a person. If Feng Hou's Fate Dao were profound enough, waving the Heavenly Fate Feather once could turn a Great Saint into a weak ant.
Or, turning a small stone into something as huge as a mountain, heavier than a hundred stars, was also possible.
Xi cultivated the Great Shaman Heavenly Dao, which could to some extent counter Feng Hou. Unfortunately, he was tightly restrained by Dao Yu Huang and could only watch helplessly as the Yama Clan's Great Saints killed each other.
Inside the temple.
"Shua!"
The blood-red Asura Sword flew out from the ancient mirror on the chest of the Dragon Crowd bronze statue.
A flash of sword light.
The sword blade pierced the back of one of the five Hundred Shackles Great Perfection Great Saints besieging Que. Then, Lan Ying's body rushed out from the sword, dragging that Hundred Shackles Great Perfection Great Saint back to the edge of the temple gate.
The next moment, Yan Huangtu chased out, shouting: "Lan Ying, you can't escape."
Lan Ying was indeed extremely weakened, but his face still carried a ferocious smile: "Let me leave the Yama Clan's home planet, or I'll make him perish body and soul right now."
Que seized the opportunity, using his sword to force back the remaining four Hundred Shackles Great Perfection Great Saints, turning into an afterimage as he rushed out of the temple gate.
His body became ethereal, charging into the body of the severely injured Formation Earth Master, merging with him.
"If you want to kill me, you'll have to kill this Formation Earth Master too." The Formation Earth Master's lips opened and closed, but the voice that came out was Que's.
"Boom."
Above, thunder rumbled.
A bolt of lightning split the sky.
Yan Huangtu's spiritual power extended outward, clearly understanding the current situation.
Although the Yama Clan had suffered a complete defeat in this battle, they still had formidable combat power. If they truly continued fighting, none of the cultivators who had broken into the Yama Clan's home planet today would survive.
The Yama Clan still had a greater chance of winning.
Yan Huangtu's gaze fell on Que and Lan Ying. Both were at the end of their strength.
As long as he killed them, dealing with Zhang Ruochen and the Undying Blood Clan cultivators would be much easier.
However, if this battle continued, it would force them into a desperate struggle. It was unimaginable how severe the Yama Clan's losses would be.
Yan Huangtu's eyes were sharp, with the coldness of an emperor: "All cultivators who die today are heroes of the Yama Clan. I, Yan Huangtu, promise to do my utmost to take care of your clansmen. Your names will all be written into the scrolls of the Yama Divine Temple."
All the Yama Clan cultivators understood that Yan Huangtu had made his decision.
In this battle, he could not retreat.
After this battle, there would be no opponent on the Heaven Hunting battlefield capable of contending with the Yama Clan.
Whether for the Imperial Grade Sacred Intent Pill or for the supreme glory of the Yama Clan, Yan Huangtu had to continue fighting.
The Yama Clan cultivators restrained by Que, Lan Ying, and Mo Yin all had dim expressions, knowing they had become abandoned pieces.
Yan Zhexian, however, remained very calm, neither sad nor happy.
"As expected of the cold-blooded, ruthless Imperial Dao Divine Bone. Good, very good. Even if I'm going to be refined and die here today, I'll kill a batch of Yama Clan Great Saints to accompany me." Lan Ying raised his head and roared, about to make his move.
"Stop."
From within the bronze temple, a thunderous voice rang out.
Yan Wushen walked out step by step, stopping not far from Yan Huangtu. His gaze was cold and sharp: "Let them go."
Those Yama Clan Great Saints who had thought they were doomed regained vitality in their eyes, all turning to stare at Yan Wushen.
Yan Huangtu said: "We cannot let them go. Releasing a tiger back to the mountain will bring endless trouble. Today is the best chance to eliminate them."
Yan Wushen turned around, facing Yan Huangtu: "The best chance? The Great Saints present are all the elites of the Yama Clan over a thousand years, the future pillars of the Yama Clan. Sacrificing a large number of Yama Clan elites for victory—what kind of best chance is that?"
"The Yama Clan cannot accept today's disgrace. To win back our glory, sacrifices must be made," Yan Huangtu said.
Yan Wushen said: "Today's disgrace should be borne by us, not by sacrificing them and making them bear it."
Yan Huangtu stared deeply at him, his gaze sharp as a knife.
Yan Wushen looked away, his tone softening slightly: "Right now, many Yama Clan Great Saints are severely injured, their lives hanging by a thread. Our primary task is to save people."
"The Heaven Hunting battlefield is not a life-and-death battlefield. We don't have to fight to the death. For the sake of fighting for pride, for temporary honor and loss, it's not worth sacrificing too much."
"The Yama Clan has sat in the position of the supreme clan for too long. Many cultivators truly believe they are supreme. Today's disgrace can be considered a lesson for all of us. From now on, knowing shame and acting bravely, reclaiming the lost glory—that is true glory."
The leading figure of this generation of Yama Clan cultivators had always been Yan Huangtu.
Thus, everyone followed his lead.
Although Yan Wushen was not much different in age from Yan Huangtu, he had stayed at the Saint King Realm for too long. Bearing the name of a peerless genius, in the end, his strength was far inferior.
Moreover, most of the time, Yan Wushen cultivated alone, rarely interfering in the Yama Clan's internal affairs.
It was only today, when Yan Wushen and Yan Huangtu clashed due to differing opinions, that many Yama Clan cultivators saw a kingly aura in Yan Wushen.
The Yama Clan no longer had one person dominating alone, but rather twin prodigies.
"Fine. This is your decision. If the Yama Clan fails in the Heaven Hunting battle, you will bear full responsibility," Yan Huangtu said.
"I made this decision. Regardless of the outcome, I will bear all responsibility."
Yan Wushen's gaze swept over Que, Lan Ying, Zhang Ruochen, and the others: "You may go."
The battle on the bronze steps stopped.
All the Yama Clan Great Saints withdrew.
Que, Lan Ying, Zhang Ruochen, and Mo Yin each held Yama Clan Great Saints hostage. Together with Feng Hou, Dao Yu Huang, Da Sen Luo Huang, and Yue Ting Hai, they left the Arctic Glacier Continent, then flew out of the Yama Clan's home planet's atmosphere and planet-protecting grand formation.
Zhang Ruochen traveled alongside the Undying Blood Clan cultivators.
He asked Feng Hou: "Have the arrangements been made on the Yama Clan's home planet?"
"Don't worry. Just a group of low-cultivation Yama Clan clansmen. I, the Empress, can kill them with a few minor methods," Feng Hou said with a smile.
In the void of the universe, they flew ten thousand miles. The Yama Clan cultivators did not pursue.
Mo Yin still used vines to entangle the twenty-one Great Saint Talisman Masters, smiling: "Master, since the Yama Clan cultivators aren't chasing us, why not reward them to me as nourishment?"
Zhang Ruochen shook his head: "Forget it. Killing Yama Clan Great Saints would not only deduct a large number of points but also create an irreconcilable blood feud. There's no need to do that. Yan Wushen was right about one thing—the Heaven Hunting battlefield is not a life-and-death battlefield. The gods will not ignore the lives of these elite Great Saints."
Mo Yin was slightly disappointed but released the twenty-one Great Saint Talisman Masters.
Zhang Ruochen sealed Yan Zhexian's spiritual power, pushed her with his palm, sending her into the midst of the twenty-one Great Saint Talisman Masters.
Then, he took out the green jade brush, placed it under his nose and lightly sniffed. There was still a trace of Yan Zhexian's body fragrance on it. "This brush counts as a gift from you. We'll meet again."
Zhang Ruochen performed the Great Space Teleportation, taking everyone hundreds of miles away in an instant.
Yan Zhexian was so angry her teeth itched. Staring at the distant, fleeing Zhang Ruochen and his group, she said: "Shameless scoundrel. Next time we meet, I will become stronger. I will personally chop off that hand of yours and cut out your tongue."
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Lan Ying, having kidnapped that Hundred Shackles Great Perfection Great Saint and flown out of the Yama Clan's home planet, opened his mouth and swallowed him whole into his stomach. Then, he merged with the Asura Sword, turning into a streak of blood-colored light that charged into the six-colored star mist.
He was too severely injured. Only by devouring this Hundred Shackles Great Perfection Great Saint could he recover his combat power as quickly as possible.
Yan Wushen stood above the atmosphere of the Yama Clan's home planet, pointing into the distance in the direction the Asura Sword had fled: "Within ten days, I will go to the Shura Clan's home planet and level your Green Deer Divine Temple. From now on, every Green Deer Divine Temple cultivator I see, I will kill one."
From beneath the Yama Clan's home planet, a large number of blood-devouring insects flew out, sucking countless Yama Clan clansmen into dried corpses.
It was a method left behind by Feng Hou.