Chapter 622: Quick! Form the Array! Stop Her!

“The enmity of these three hundred years, I must repay!”

As soon as Little Bai finished speaking, her golden eyes instantly turned scarlet. Her nine fox tails thrashed violently behind her, stirring up gusts of fierce wind that scattered the crimson fire mist within the Profound Fire Altar.

“Mm, the Beast God has awakened, a beast tide is sweeping through the Southern Border, and Fenxiang Valley has suffered heavy losses. I just pinned you to the ground and rubbed you raw moments ago. Now is indeed a good time for revenge.”

Yu Xian nodded in agreement.

“What? The Beast God has awakened, and a beast tide is sweeping through the Southern Border? What is the situation now?” Little Bai asked anxiously. As the Clan Chief of the Celestial Fox Clan and the oldest surviving Ancient Great Yao in the Southern Border, if the Southern Border were destroyed, her clan…

Even though she had been imprisoned for three hundred years, this land held too many of her memories and responsibilities.

Seeing her anxious expression, Yu Xian briefly recounted how the Beast God had been slain and the beast tide was gradually subsiding.

After hearing this, Little Bai’s tense body relaxed slightly, only to be reignited by the flames of vengeance: “The Beast God is gone, and the Southern Border is temporarily safe. Then it is time for me to settle this old score!”

Before her voice completely faded, her figure transformed into a white rainbow, piercing through the top layer of the Profound Fire Altar and shooting directly toward the direction of Fenxiang Valley’s main hall.

Along the way, the Fire Spirit Restrictions shattered one after another under her surging Demonic Qi. The crimson fire mist was torn apart by the Demonic Qi, revealing the panicked Fenxiang Valley Disciples below.

Yun Yilan, who was bound in place by an invisible force, was terrified to the point of Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering upon seeing Little Bai break free. He roared hoarsely: “Quick! Form the array! Stop her!”

However, under Little Bai’s immense pressure, the Fenxiang Valley Disciples were already gripped by fear. Their legs felt as heavy as lead. Forget forming an array to resist; even standing up seemed exceptionally difficult.

Some Disciples with lower cultivation levels directly collapsed onto the ground, trembling incessantly, their Magic Treasures clattering to the floor as their eyes filled with despair.

The rest of Fenxiang Valley turned ashen-faced, large beads of sweat oozing from their foreheads. Their hands clutching the hand seals trembled ceaselessly, yet they were utterly unable to condense any effective defense.

Little Bai’s Demonic Qi surged like a tangible giant wave, sweeping over everything. Wherever it passed, the glazed tiles of Fenxiang Valley’s architecture rattled, fine cracks split the ground, and the entire Sect seemed to tremble in the face of her wrath.

Little Bai hovered above the main hall, her nine fox tails blotting out the sky. Her golden demonic pupils coldly swept over the trembling crowd below.

“Fenxiang Valley imprisoned me for three hundred years. Today marks the beginning of my revenge!”

Before her words finished, Little Bai condensed a silvery-white flame at her fingertip.

That was her innate demonic fire, the Pure Yang Silver Flame—the most supreme Yang fire between heaven and earth, capable of restraining all fire-based techniques of Fenxiang Valley.

In the original story, the Pure Yang Silver Flame could cleave out flame pillars, condense fire shields, and disperse fire mist. In combat, it could shatter the Flame Light Sword Array used by Fenxiang Valley Disciples, its fire shield could withstand the Nine Yang Fire Pillars from the Elder Council, and the fire mist could scorch Fenxiang Valley Cultivators who got close.

This demonic fire, though seemingly pure, contained terrifying power capable of burning mountains and boiling seas. The air where it passed was scorched until it warped and distorted.

Yun Yilan’s eyes were splitting with rage, but he could only watch helplessly as Little Bai wantonly destroyed the Sect’s architecture.

He tried to urge the spiritual power within his body to break the restraint, but the invisible force was unmoving, like iron pincers. A desperate roar was stuck in his throat, turning into a hoarse, mournful cry.

Little Bai sneered, her fox tail sweeping out, sending a visible wave of Qi howling forth, leveling the side halls flanking the main hall. Wood splinters and rubble flew everywhere.

Little Bai’s gaze swept over the high-ranking members of Fenxiang Valley, lingering on Shangguan Ce. Shangguan Ce had been in charge of the Eight Evils Profound Fire Array for years and was one of the people she absolutely had to kill.

When Shangguan Ce met Little Bai’s gaze, he felt a chilling cold shoot from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head, his body hair standing on end. He instinctively wanted to retreat but found his legs no longer obeyed him.

Three hundred years ago, it was he who personally reinforced the Profound Fire Altar’s Restriction, causing Little Bai to endure even more painful torment. Now, facing Little Bai’s tangible killing intent, he felt as insignificant as an ant.

“No… don’t…” Shangguan Ce’s lips trembled, all his former arrogance completely vanished.

Little Bai’s killing intent intensified. The Pure Yang Silver Flame at her fingertip suddenly surged, transforming into a silvery-white fire whip that whistled as it tore through the air, whipping viciously toward Shangguan Ce.

Before the fire whip even reached him, Shangguan Ce’s robes began to char, and the stench of roasting flesh filled the air.

He stared wide-eyed in terror, watching the fire whip, imbued with endless resentment, descend, yet he couldn’t muster even a trace of strength to resist. Finally, he felt his life force completely vanish within the flames.

The people of Fenxiang Valley, witnessing Elder Shangguan Ce being devoured by demonic fire right before their eyes, leaving not even a trace of his Divine Soul to escape, instantly turning to ash, had expressions frozen in extreme terror and unwillingness.

The entire Fenxiang Valley fell into a dead silence, where a dropped needle could be heard. Only the smell of scorching meat lingered in the air, constantly reminding everyone of the cruel reality unfolding before them.

Some timid Disciples were deathly pale, their bodies shaking like sieves, their gazes toward the snowy-white figure in the sky filled with bone-chilling cold.

“Three hundred years of refining agony, I claim a portion today. The rest, Fenxiang Valley will repay slowly!” After destroying two palaces and killing Shangguan Ce, Little Bai declared loudly. She did not strike again but stared fixedly at Yun Yilan.

Yun Yilan felt Little Bai’s icy, piercing gaze, as if he were being stared at by a venomous snake, causing the blood in his body to nearly freeze solid.

Then he saw Yu Xian floating nearby in the sky and roared directly: “Head Yu, are you colluding with the Yao Race to murder the righteous figures of the Righteous Path?”

Yu Xian maintained a faint smile on his face. He gently shook his head and said calmly, “Colluding with the Yao Race? Valley Master Yun misunderstands. You imprisoned her for three hundred years and mistreated her cruelly. Now that she seeks justice, it is the cycle of Karma. I am merely not interfering in your Karma; how can that be called collusion? If you have the ability, feel free to confront her. It’s just… I fear you lack the courage, and you certainly lack the strength.”

Yu Xian’s words left Yun Yilan speechless, his face cycling between green and white. Wasn’t his inability to move Yu Xian’s doing? Yet he claimed not to be involved!

But he knew Little Bai’s strength was unfathomable, and with Yu Xian watching menacingly from the side, Fenxiang Valley had no chance of winning.

He could only watch helplessly as Little Bai hovered in mid-air, her nine fox tails fluttering in the wind, her scarlet eyes like the flames of judgment, suffocating every single Fenxiang Valley Disciple.

Little Bai glanced coldly at Yun Yilan, seemingly feeling that even speaking another word to him was a waste.

She slowly retracted the Pure Yang Silver Flame, but the Demonic Qi surrounding her did not weaken in the slightest; it remained like an invisible mountain, pressing down so that the entire Fenxiang Valley could barely breathe.

“Since I have claimed some of my revenge, there’s no rush to linger. Let us depart first,” Yu Xian said to Little Bai.

Little Bai nodded, not sparing Fenxiang Valley another glance, as if everything here was no longer worthy of her attention.

The two transformed into streaks of light, one black and one white, swiftly vanishing into the horizon, leaving behind only a devastated Fenxiang Valley and a group of Disciples whose hearts were shattered with terror.