"It's fine, my father is doing great," Liam Yang said with a smile. Anyone hearing this would find it hard to believe, as Evan Yang's Limitless Spear was still burning with fierce flames.
No matter how much Xander Xu pleaded with Evan Yang, Evan Yang remained unmoved. He simply said, "If you really want mercy, you'll have to ask them."
He then looked at Liam Yang and Mira Ming with a smile, "I'll leave it to you."
"Thanks, Dad," Liam Yang replied with a grin. He then turned to Mira Ming and asked, "What do you think?"
Mira Ming walked up to Terry Tian and snorted, "Terry Tian, looks like your luck finally ran out."
"Mira Ming, do you even know the power behind me? I advise you to let me go now, or you'll regret it," Terry Tian said coldly.
"You..." Mira Ming was furious at Terry Tian's stubbornness, but Liam Yang just laughed, "Go ahead and act tough. Let me tell you, my dad is amazing. No matter how strong your backing is, it won't matter."
Evan Yang heard this and sighed inwardly, "This kid..."
Mira Ming glanced at Evan Yang, then turned to Terry Tian and said, "Did you hear that? So today, I'm going to avenge Demon Mask Sect first."
After finishing, Mira Ming produced a dagger and stabbed it straight into Terry Tian, making him furious and sending waves of pain through him.
"Damn you!" Terry Tian roared in anger.
"That was for Demon Mask Sect. This one's for my father." With that, Mira Ming stabbed him again.
Terry Tian instantly had two wounds, blood pouring out. He hated Mira Ming to the core, but there was nothing he could do. Severely injured, all he could do was hang on a bit longer.
"What? Nothing more to say?" Mira Ming asked.
"No need to waste words with you. My father will be here soon with reinforcements," Terry Tian snorted.
"Your father? Then I'll teach you a lesson before he arrives," Liam Yang said. Terry Tian retorted angrily, "You dare?"
As soon as he finished, Liam Yang struck Terry Tian several times, leaving his face swollen like a pig's head. Terry Tian was barely recognizable and shouted angrily, "You all!"
"What? This is your lesson," Liam Yang snorted coldly.
At that moment, Evan Yang noticed a group approaching. He smiled, "Alright, that's enough. You two hide for now." With that, he put Liam Yang and Mira Ming into an artifact, and just then, a crowd descended from the sky.
Seeing them arrive, Terry Tian was overjoyed, "Father!"
"That voice sounds so familiar..." At this moment, a middle-aged man spoke, but looking again at the person, he still couldn't recognize him.
Seeing that no one recognized him, Tian Buqun quickly called out, "Father, it's me! Buqun!"
The middle-aged man finally came to his senses, exclaiming, "Buqun? How did you end up like this?"
"Father, it's all because of him and his son," Tian Buqun said, deeply upset.
The middle-aged man grew furious when he heard this. "Who are you, and why did you attack my son?"
"He was the one who attacked my child first. What do you think?" Yang Han replied with a smile.
"Damn it, whatever the reason, you're dead today," Tian Buqun's father shouted angrily.
The group immediately spread out, surrounding Yang Han. Yang Han just smiled, "Your forces are indeed vast, but if you think you can stop me, that's impossible."
With that, Yang Han gripped his spear and tossed it into the air. The spear spun like it was possessed, and the Demon Tiger below grew extremely excited, as if the spear and tiger were made for each other. Sensing the tiger's intent, Yang Han leaped onto its back and grinned, "Let's fight together."
The Demon Tiger grew enormous, and under the protection of Yang Han's spear, it trampled over the Heavenly Dao experts one by one. But there were simply too many enemies, and the Demon Tiger wasn't fully recovered, unable to withstand too many attacks. Yang Han's strength alone was limited—he wasn't invincible. Without transforming, he could only match a powerhouse with around three hundred Heavenly Dao Intents, while the Tian Clan Patriarch here had at least five hundred.
In his untransformed state, Yang Han couldn't contend with the Tian Patriarch. Even transformed, it would be tough to match him. To avoid exhausting himself, Yang Han made the Demon Tiger vanish from everyone's sight. The Tian Patriarch, realizing Yang Han was gone, shouted angrily, "That guy actually disappeared!"
"Father, where did he go? Why aren't we chasing him?" Tian Buqun fumed.
The Tian Patriarch scanned the surroundings. "Look, I brought over a hundred people, and now only a dozen are left!"
Tian Buqun glanced around—sure enough, it was true. Yang Han's spear was simply too terrifying. When it spun atop the Demon Tiger, any expert with less than three hundred Heavenly Dao Intents couldn't withstand it.
"I've already notified the Left Protector of Magus Heaven to seal all the exits. No one can get in or out now. We'll launch a manhunt—I refuse to believe we can't catch him. Damn it!" The Tian Patriarch was already furious; he'd brought so many elites, yet so many had died. For the Tian Clan, it was a huge blow.
"Good. We must catch them, damn it," Tian Buqun said angrily.
The Tian Patriarch asked, "Who are those two?" Looking at the badly injured Xu Zhi and the terrified Shen Clan leader, he was curious.
"They're my friends. Let's take them back first—maybe they can help us," Tian Buqun said.
"Alright," the Tian Patriarch nodded, then ordered his men to take the two away.
What was supposed to be a celebration for the Tian Clan had turned into a tragedy. It was a huge blow. The furious Tian Clan issued many orders to search for Yang Han's whereabouts.
Meanwhile, Yang Han was in a secluded spot with Yang Ling and Ming Xiaoxi, the Demon Tiger shrunken and resting quietly nearby.
"Dad, why does it listen to you so well?" Yang Ling asked curiously.
"I wish I knew. For some reason, it just feels close to me," Yang Han replied.
"Dad, is there really such a magical thing?" Yang Ling asked skeptically. Ming Xiaoxi stayed silent nearby.
Yang Han chuckled, "There are plenty of wonders in this world."
After hearing Yang Han's words, Yang Ling glanced at the silent Ming Xiaoxi and asked, "What's wrong?"
Ming Xiaoxi looked at Yang Han. "Senior, could you help me with something?"
"Go ahead," Yang Han said with a smile.
"I want to find my father, but I have no idea where he is," Ming Xiaoxi said, frowning.
"I see. If you have a portrait of your father, give it to me—maybe I can help," Yang Han said after thinking for a moment.
Ming Xiaoxi nodded and handed over her father's portrait to Yang Han. Yang Han released Phantom Spirit Birds, which would report back immediately if they found any news.
After handling this, Yang Han stood up and said, "You might have to put up with some inconvenience for a while. Go into my treasure—I need to head somewhere."
Yang Ling was curious about what was so important, while Ming Xiaoxi had no objections.
Yang Han put the two away, then turned to the Demon Tiger, "You want to take me somewhere?" The Demon Tiger circled at his feet, and Yang Han said, "Alright."
Following the Demon Tiger, Yang Han left for a certain place in Magus Heaven. The area was shrouded in heavy demonic qi—without the Demon-Ward Eight Arts, Yang Han wouldn't have dared enter.
It was a canyon. Yang Han walked along the canyon, following the route the Demon Tiger provided.
The demonic qi here was overwhelming, a deathtrap for ordinary people. Yang Han wondered what the Demon Tiger was leading him to. After following it, he finally arrived at a massive tomb, with only a few broken stones laid out, their meaning unclear.
"This tomb?" Yang Han asked curiously.
The Demon Tiger nodded, then skillfully led Yang Han around the tomb. Behind it, they found a stone for Yang Han to push aside. When he did, a surge of black demonic qi burst out—built up for ages beneath the stone.
Yang Han raised his eyebrows as the Demon Tiger descended below. Yang Han followed, and as they went deeper, they found a passage. Anyone else would have died from the traps, but the Demon Tiger was familiar with the place, so Yang Han was safe. Eventually, they stopped in front of a giant skeleton.
Yang Han stared at the giant skeleton in shock. "This..."
The Demon Tiger led him to the skeleton's side, where a stone lay nearby. Curious, Yang Han picked it up, and a vision appeared before his eyes.
"Hello there. I never thought you'd not only inherit my Demon-Ward Eight Arts, but also bring back my mount." The blurry figure appeared, and the voice was one Yang Han remembered—the very person who had passed him the Demon-Ward Eight Arts years ago.
"You?" Yang Han exclaimed, astonished.
"That's right, it's me—Demon Lord Dongtian, founder of the Demon-Ward Eight Arts. Like you, I'm human, but after entering Magus Heaven, I created a method to resist demonic qi and negative influences, then spread it for others to learn. I never expected you'd not only master it, but also reunite with the Demon Tiger." He laughed.
Yang Han smiled wryly, "It's all thanks to your techniques, Senior. They've spared me a lot of suffering over the years."
"It's your destiny. Now that you've made it here, I'll pass on the strongest ultimate move of the Demon-Ward Eight Arts to you." Demon Lord Dongtian smiled.
"What's the strongest move?" Yang Han asked skeptically.
"The strongest move is Demon-Sea Overrun—using others' demonic qi to attack them! Master it well." Demon Lord Dongtian laughed, then began teaching and passing it on to Yang Han.
Yang Han was naturally intrigued, never expecting such a stroke of luck. After five days, he finished learning, and Demon Lord Dongtian laughed, "Excellent! I hope we can meet again someday."
"Aren't you dead?" Yang Han asked, looking at the massive corpse, puzzled.
"My physical body is dead, but my soul lives on, cultivating in another space. Keep working hard—there's a chance we'll meet again." The voice laughed.