# Chapter 2489: Yellow-Haired Girl
The vast, boundless universe was cold and dark.
A Ruyi scepter over ten zhang long shot through the void like a beam of light, its surface inscribed with supreme runes that flickered as it traveled at extreme speed.
Yan Huangtu stood atop the Heaven-Passing Ruyi, continuously releasing Yama Clan Qi to maintain the scepter's high-speed flight. His flesh had long been blasted away, leaving only a golden skeleton. On the skeleton, Nine Dragon Divine Patterns flickered, their divine light already extremely dim.
Yan Zhexian stood at the tail of the Heaven-Passing Ruyi, having cut open her wrist. Crimson Great Saint blood flowed endlessly.
Using her own blood as ink, she traced out a ten-zhang-long defensive talisman. With a flick of her brush, the talisman flew out, transforming into a thousand-zhang-long shield shadow to block the battle axe Fei Zhong swung at them.
Yan Zhexian's face was already deathly pale. She turned to look at Yan Huangtu, her eyes filled with worry.
She knew Yan Huangtu was at his last gasp. If they continued fleeing like this, he would burn out completely before Fei Zhong even caught up. But their opponent was too powerful—they had no choice but to flee.
Now, they could only hope that Master Dazheng would arrive soon to rescue them.
"Hold on as long as we can."
A resolute look appeared in Yan Zhexian's eyes as she raised her brush again to trace talisman patterns.
Suddenly, Yan Huangtu spoke: "Xian'er, let's split up and flee."
"Why?"
"Fei Zhong is strong, but he can only chase one person. If we split up, at least one of us can escape."
Yan Zhexian shook her head: "You're lying to me! You're the leading figure of this generation of the Yama Clan, and you have a supreme sacred artifact. Fei Zhong will definitely chase you. I won't flee alone—if we fight, we fight together; if we die, we die together. When has a child of the Yama Clan ever feared death?"
"Fei Zhong wants to capture us alive to threaten Second Brother, in exchange for letting the Paradise Realm cultivators escape from Ice King Star. So, I won't die." Yan Huangtu said.
Yan Zhexian replied: "That's still not acceptable. Once we fall into the hands of Paradise Realm cultivators, the outcome is unpredictable. Wait a little longer—Master Dazheng might arrive soon."
"So much time has passed and Master Dazheng still hasn't appeared. I think... he can't make it anymore." Yan Huangtu's tone carried a deep sense of helplessness.
Even though he had broken through to the Thousand Questions Realm, his cultivation had surged dramatically, and he could laugh proudly among his peers, before a top-tier old-generation Great Saint, he was still far from enough—he didn't even have the power to fight back.
Before, he had always wanted to be undefeated at the same cultivation level.
Now he realized how laughable that was. Even if he truly was undefeated at the same level, what did it matter? When facing cultivators of higher realms, he was nothing.
Cultivation.
Powerful cultivation was the true foundation of a strong one.
"Boom! Boom! Boom..."
Fei Zhong wielded the six-element monarch sacred artifact level Climbing Clouds Chasing Lightning Axe. With each swing, he summoned vast clouds of light and dense purple lightning, piercing through the defensive talismans Yan Zhexian had drawn one by one.
The massive axe shadow, from thousands of li away, collided with the supreme sacred artifact defensive light barrier formed by the Heaven-Passing Ruyi.
The defensive light barrier shattered like a bubble.
Yan Zhexian and Yan Huangtu had already leaped away from the Heaven-Passing Ruyi first, but even so, they were struck by the overflowing energy of the axe shadow, flying in two different directions like ragdolls.
Yan Huangtu flipped through the air, retrieved the Heaven-Passing Ruyi, and gripped it in his hand. Clenching his golden teeth, he stared directly at the approaching Fei Zhong and roared at Yan Zhexian: "Go!"
Yan Zhexian naturally refused to abandon him and flee alone.
"If you don't go, one of us will surely die. Fei Zhong only needs one living captive." Yan Huangtu roared again.
Tears streamed from Yan Zhexian's eyes. Even though she was extremely unwilling, at this moment, she had no choice but to flee.
"Haha! No one is leaving today, especially Miss Yan. There's a big shot in Paradise Realm who has a blood-deep grudge against Zhang Ruochen, and you carry his child in your womb. If I capture you and present you to him, that big shot will surely remember this favor."
Fei Zhong was a dwarf, only about one meter twenty tall, but his arms and legs were thick and sturdy, full of power.
Though he was still hundreds of li away, the trillion sacred dao rules erupting from his body had already manifested into a dao domain.
In the cosmic space, countless black iron mountains hundreds of thousands of meters tall appeared, all condensed from sacred dao rules, trapping Yan Huangtu and Yan Zhexian within layers of mountain ranges.
"Fight!"
Yan Huangtu roared, dragon roars erupting from his bones. Like a final burst of life, his body blazed with golden light again, divine power flowing around him like tidal waves.
"Xian'er, I'll hold him off. You find a chance to break through the dao domain and escape as far as you can."
Yan Huangtu's voice transmitted into Yan Zhexian's ears.
He raised the Heaven-Passing Ruyi, activating its supreme power, and charged at Fei Zhong with an unmatched, world-overwhelming momentum.
Fei Zhong stood atop an iron mountain, watching Yan Zhexian fleeing and Yan Huangtu charging at him. A mocking smile appeared on his face: "Innate Imperial Dao Divine Bones—truly a fine body, nearly indestructible. Unfortunately, your cultivation is still far from enough."
Fei Zhong blew out a breath, and a towering black iron mountain condensed in the void, crashing down toward Yan Huangtu.
"Boom!"
Yan Huangtu used his divine power and supreme sacred artifact to block the iron mountain.
A hint of surprise flashed in Fei Zhong's eyes, but he didn't take it seriously. Yan Huangtu was now pinned beneath the iron mountain, unable to move.
He extended a finger, manipulating sacred dao rules to condense into dozens of iron chains that chased after the fleeing Yan Zhexian. The chains were like dozens of venomous snakes pursuing from behind, forcing Yan Zhexian to run for her life, yet she couldn't escape the layers of iron mountains.
Fei Zhong laughed, deliberately toying with her. He controlled the chains to chase after her but never caught up.
In his dao domain, everything was under his control.
A beauty like Yan Zhexian, noble in status, was being played with in the palm of his hand. It was both a pleasing sight and gave him the satisfaction of revenge against Zhang Ruochen.
Yan Zhexian saw through Fei Zhong's intention. Filled with shame and anger, she stopped fleeing and said: "Since you enjoy playing so much, then I'll put on a show for you too—a show of jade and stone burning together."
Her body began to burn.
Fei Zhong was greatly shocked. Who would have thought that such a delicate woman as Yan Zhexian would be so unafraid of death, daring to self-destruct her sacred source?
He immediately stopped toying with her.
"Do you think you can self-destruct just because you want to, before a Supreme Realm Great Saint?"
Fei Zhong mobilized his spiritual power to suppress Yan Zhexian's spiritual will, while simultaneously controlling dozens of iron chains to wrap around her.
"Boom!"
Before those iron chains could land on Yan Zhexian, they were struck by a war hammer, shattering inch by inch, reverting to sacred dao rules that merged back into the dao domain.
A tall, ugly Rakshasa Clan Great Saint stood beside Yan Zhexian, holding a war hammer, and said: "What's the point of a dignified Supreme Realm Great Saint bullying a yellow-haired girl? How about I fight you instead?"
This person was, of course, Zhang Ruochen.
Zhang Ruochen had actually arrived long ago. The reason he hadn't acted was twofold: first, he wanted to observe Fei Zhong's cultivation and strength to ensure he could handle him; second, he was quite happy to see Yan Zhexian being chased to the point of having no way to heaven and no door to earth. Her pride was too high—relying on her grandfather, great-grandfather, and ancestor, she had her tail raised to the sky, was extremely arrogant, and never held back when cursing Zhang Ruochen.
If not for the child in her belly, Zhang Ruochen wouldn't have wanted to take this risk at all.
Yan Zhexian wasn't angry at being called "yellow-haired girl." Instead, she was overjoyed and nearly cried. This Rakshasa Clan Great Saint dared to charge into Fei Zhong's dao domain—clearly a powerful old-generation expert.
Today, she was saved!
"Senior, I am Yan Zhexian of the Yama Clan. I beg you to save my Fifth Uncle." Yan Zhexian cupped her snow-white hands and bowed respectfully to Zhang Ruochen.
The other party had saved her life—this bow was well deserved.
She wasn't injured. All of Fei Zhong's attacks had been blocked by the four Night Demon Clan experts and Yan Huangtu. Even at this life-or-death moment, she remained the pearl of the Yama Clan, beloved by all.
Zhang Ruochen's figure was twice as tall as Yan Zhexian, over three meters high, like an iron tower divine mountain. He laughed with a thick, rough voice: "I know who you two little ones are. No need for you to say it—leave the rescuing to me. Those Paradise Realm dogs dare to show off on Hell Realm territory? They're practically asking for death."
Fei Zhong hadn't expected a Rakshasa Clan Great Saint expert to appear out of nowhere. He cursed his bad luck inwardly and said: "I am Fei Zhong of Paradise Realm. Today, my aim is to capture these two. If you have no deep connection with them, it's best not to meddle. Leave now, and I won't make trouble for you."
Yan Zhexian knew well how intimidating the name "Fei Zhong" was. She looked worriedly at Zhang Ruochen, afraid he might not want to invite trouble and simply leave.
After all, they had no relationship—there was no reason for him to fight Fei Zhong to the death for their sake.
Fei Zhong couldn't see through Zhang Ruochen's cultivation depth.
But the Rakshasa Clan's Supreme Realm Great Saints were only so many, each with a name and reputation that shook the Heavenly Court and Hell. He could identify them at a glance—yet this person wasn't among them.
Of course, this person could also be a hidden Supreme Realm Great Saint of the Rakshasa Clan.
To test Zhang Ruochen's true strength, Fei Zhong deliberately announced his name. If the other party was a Supreme Realm Great Saint, he naturally wouldn't fear him.
But if the other party wasn't a Supreme Realm Great Saint, hearing the name "Fei Zhong" would probably make him leave immediately.
Once he tried to leave, Fei Zhong would strike like thunder and split him with one axe blow.
Let him leave? Impossible.
Zhang Ruochen was full of heroic spirit and laughed loudly: "How could we Rakshasa Clan cultivators be cowards who fear trouble? Supreme Realm Great Saint, so what? What is Fei Zhong anyway? If we fight, we fight!"
"Shua!" With a sound, Zhang Ruochen threw the war hammer in his hand.
The hammer struck the black iron mountain that was suppressing Yan Huangtu, shattering it completely.
"You're too careless, throwing away your weapon."
Seizing this opportunity, Fei Zhong swung his arm like a windmill and hurled the Climbing Clouds Chasing Lightning Axe.
The battle axe spun rapidly, carrying lightning and clouds, instantly reaching Zhang Ruochen. Countless sacred dao rules in the dao domain were also driven by the axe, converging to kill Zhang Ruochen.
"A mere hammer—I don't need it to fight you."
Zhang Ruochen strode forward and punched toward the sky full of wind and thunder, fearless of the giant axe within the lightning and clouds.