"Indeed, kneeling here for three days and three nights is a boundless humiliation; an arrogant person would definitely commit suicide out of shame and resentment. This is an insult to the dignity of life. However, by kneeling here, over the course of these three days and three nights, he might figure out some things, allowing his life to gain a supreme sublimation. Only by knowing humiliation can one understand the preciousness of life."
"Let us not intervene and let them fight it out. If Xiang Yizhen can comprehend the preciousness of life and use shame to motivate courage, that is also a great thing. If he continues to have everything go smoothly like this, sooner or later, one day he will attract a fatal disaster."
"Not bad, not bad, Xiang Yizhen needs this tempering. Moreover, if we step in to stop it, it would arouse that Feng Yuan's dissatisfaction, and at that time, it would be very difficult to hold a bowl of water level and maintain fairness."
"Letting nature take its course is the best, and besides, this Feng Yuan did not kill anyone."
"Kneeling is a kind of tempering."
"Have you all seen through this Feng Yuan's strength?"
"Very strong, and he has far from unleashed his strongest power. It's unknown what exact extent he has reached. I suspect that some experts at the peak of Ancestor Immortal would also be unable to do anything to him."
"This tyrannical? It shouldn't be possible, he merely just advanced to the realm of Ancestor Immortal."
"Let us observe some more. Wait until he becomes a Holy Child and goes to places like the Primeval Ruin to confront the Holy Children of other sects; then we will know what his true strength is like. He is worth nurturing. With this son in the Yuhua Sect, in the future, our prestige and influence will even increase significantly."
"No sect ever complains of having too many geniuses."
Deep within the Yuhua Sect, a burst of ancient divine intents were communicating.
These experts exchanged thoughts in an instant, taking only the span of a few breaths. At this time, the victor and loser between Fang Han and Xiang Yizhen had been completely decided.
Xiang Yizhen knelt on the ground, suppressed by a seal, his entire body bathed in blood, struggling continuously, yet ultimately unable to crawl up. It seemed he was destined to be suppressed by Fang Han for three days and three nights, kneeling on the ground and enduring the ridicule of the crowd.
Kneeling here, being watched and pointed at by many people every day—let alone a haughty-minded person like Xiang Yizhen, even a low-level Profound Immortal would be unable to endure it.
At this point, Xiang Yizhen was already fuming with extreme anger, his face twisted, ready to explode at any time and any place.
"This is…"
Seeing this scene, Bare-Handed Heavenly Venerable Gu Changfeng and Yan Xigui also showed shock on their faces. They absolutely never expected that Fang Han would defeat Xiang Yizhen with such crushing ease, barely expending half a bit of power, as if strolling casually in a courtyard. The most shocking thing was making the other party kneel, and even rendering the other party unable to risk his life; even suicide seemed impossible to accomplish.
This point was much more difficult than killing the opponent outright.
Bare-Handed Heavenly Venerable Gu Changfeng and Yan Xigui instantly exchanged a glance, both revealing the conflicted thoughts in the other's heart: wanting to retreat, yet unwilling to resign.
"What?" Fang Han turned around, his gaze locking onto Bare-Handed Heavenly Venerable Gu Changfeng and Yan Xigui: "Are you two still not going to kneel down and reflect? Do you really need me to make a move for you to kneel side-by-side with Xiang Yizhen? If I start making a move, you will have no room left to maneuver. When the time comes, whether you are injured or all your magic power is crippled, do not blame me for being ruthless."
Fang Han was actually this domineering, demanding that Bare-Handed Heavenly Venerable Gu Changfeng and Yan Xigui both kneel down side-by-side with Xiang Yizhen.
Domineering!
Boundless domineering!
Everyone was shocked into a stupor. Forcing Xiang Yizhen, the successor of the Night Emperor, to kneel down was already like a fantasy tale, but now he actually wanted all three of these ambitiously talented disciples to kneel down. Exactly what level of tyrannical strength was required to accomplish this?
"Feng Yuan, do not push people too far."
Bare-Handed Heavenly Venerable Gu Changfeng suddenly let out a long howl: "If you truly do this today, you will have offended the people of the Sun God Palace. Do you know how formidable the Sun God Palace is? What am I to the Sun God Palace? I have already been accepted as an honorary disciple by the Blazing Emperor. By offending it, you have offended an Emperor, and in the future, you will find it hard to move a single inch."
"Kneel down!"
Fang Han smiled coldly and took one step forward. Behind him appeared a giant lightning hand, and perfectly in the center of the giant hand's palm was an eyeball.
"The Hand of Punishment!"
Upon seeing it, Gu Changfeng's body hurriedly leaped upwards, attempting to break free from the control and escape from here.
However, the Hand of Punishment densely blanketed out, covering the entire world. The firelight that Gu Changfeng transformed into crashed directly against this Hand of Punishment, just like a fly crashing into an iron plate, leaving him completely dizzy.
With a flip of Fang Han's hand covering down, Bare-Handed Heavenly Venerable Gu Changfeng also plummeted down, landing on the ground with a smack, as massive swaths of firelight splattered out from his body.
"Sun Divine Lord, Profound Fire Nine Transformations!" Bare-Handed Heavenly Venerable Gu Changfeng was enraged. There was no way he could kneel down; his entire body actually started burning, especially his pair of eyes, which turned into blazing suns and lunged fiercely towards Fang Han.
The wind and fire roared in fury.
A kingdom of flames appeared all around, and all objects were converted into fire origin energy. Countless fire crows, fire dragons, fire horses, fire qilin, fire kunpeng, fire jimeng, fire qiongqi… surrounded Fang Han and began to burn.
As for the body of Bare-Handed Heavenly Venerable Gu Changfeng, it twisted and turned into an enormous furnace, the Sun Divine Furnace, pressing down toward Fang Han to suppress him.
Fang Han blew out a breath. Chill arose from all directions, and rolling cold tides surged. Within this single breath, the Great World of Ice seemingly arrived in the Heaven Realm, explosively detonating in an instant, as the cold currents from ancient times successively froze the flames solid.
Crack!
The flames were entirely extinguished because of it. Bare-Handed Heavenly Venerable Gu Changfeng was frozen into a solid block of ice and crashed to the ground, fully sealed. The posture he was ice-sealed in was precisely the appearance of kneeling down, positioned side-by-side with Xiang Yizhen.
Blowing Bare-Handed Heavenly Venerable Gu Changfeng into solid ice with a single breath, and then making him maintain a kneeling position—many people watching this scene were so shaken they almost passed out.
"So strong!" The Great Venerable was covered in cold sweat: "A single finger could crush me to death. How long has it been? Back when he entered the Yuhua Sect to become a core seed disciple, he was merely on a similar level as me. Now, even a thousand of me would not be his match."
"Defeating Bare-Handed Heavenly Venerable Gu Changfeng with a single breath… This, this is simply inconceivable. I cannot imagine exactly how strong he is."
"There is still Yan Xigui left, I wonder what will be done about him?"
"I was originally intending to watch a good show, wanting to see how these three would make things difficult for Feng Yuan. Yet I absolutely never expected that they would be defeated, humiliated, toyed with, and made to kneel down for three days and three nights by Feng Yuan with absolutely zero suspense."
Seeing Fang Han, some disciples who came up to spectate felt as if they were looking at the Supreme Sect Master of the Yuhua Sect. With this kind of cultivation, he was practically an undefeated god of war; simply no one could do anything to him.
The invincible shadow of Feng Yuan was deeply branded into everyone's hearts. His status and authority began to be established.
"Yan Xigui, you go kneel down. I will not make things difficult for you, nor will I seal you. As long as you kneel here for three days and three nights and reflect upon your faults, I won't make a move against you."
In the end, out of these three people, only Yan Xigui remained; this elegant and dashing young master, towering like a jade tree facing the wind, a heaven-sent talent, whose life had been perfectly smooth sailing without encountering the slightest setback—the young master of the Yan great aristocrat family.
The Yan family was also a great world, with a sphere of influence no lesser than the Xu family. Yan Xigui was one of its young masters, who had always been completely aloof and remote while cultivating in the Yuhua Sect.
"Feng Yuan, our Yan family possesses supreme dignity. On my body runs the unique bloodline of the Yan Emperor; you can insult me, but you cannot insult the bloodline of Old Ancestor Yan Emperor. You can kill me, but making me kneel is absolutely impossible. Humiliation of the body is greater than death of the body. I would rather die than submit."
Yan Xigui remained standing. As he spoke, his words were impassioned and heroic, inspiring awe through righteous devotion, and his tone also carried a deep threat.
"I also made the young master of the Nangong aristocrat family kneel, and that was right in front of the temple of the Heaven and Earth Alliance. Your bloodline is not much nobler than his. What is unacceptable about kneeling inside the Holy Temple of my Yuhua Sect?"
Fang Han seemed too lazy to actually strike, intending to let Yan Xigui automatically kneel down on his own volition, subduing the enemy's troops without engaging in battle.
"Yan Xigui, you should just kneel down. You are not a match for Feng Yuan, and kneeling down is nothing. Honestly reflecting upon your mistakes might even result in a great breakthrough in cultivation. If Feng Yuan makes a move, you will still have to kneel anyway, and you will be beaten until your entire body is covered with bruises and wounds. Why bother bringing this upon yourself?"
Xu Muyun spoke up.
"You!" Yan Xigui's face looked extremely ugly: "Xu Muyun, as long as I survive this tribulation, I will definitely kill you! Remember this."
"Humph! Refusing a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit. I am letting you kneel by yourself, but you are unwilling; this is giving you face but you refusing it. In that case, I will have to let you suffer some hardship."
Fang Han casually swept his large sleeve, and the entire sleeve expanded upward, pulling the very sky vault into it. It darkly covered down over Yan Xigui.
"The Yan Deity Returns to the West, Untroubled Leisure in that Western Ultimate Bliss!"
Yan Xigui's body shifted, and his whole person seemingly turned into a wisp of green smoke. Achieving death in Nirvana, he disappeared completely without a trace.
"Disappeared? This is the Return to the West Great Dharma? Legend has it that the Yan family's Return to the West Great Dharma was formed by combining Buddhist profound merits with the Great Daos from many eras before ancient times. Once executed, the person turns into green smoke, akin to a Buddha entering Nirvana, dying inside the void, and then being reborn at a specific designated location. No one can do anything about it."
"He really disappeared; Feng Yuan's single sleeve did not pull him in."
"He actually let him escape. He must have prepared for a long time. After escaping, Feng Yuan has established a major enemy. This Yan Xigui is still formidable; during his preparation, he actually wasn't discovered by Feng Yuan."
"Want to run? Can you run away?"
Fang Han planted his foot firmly, stable as a mountain peak. His hands formed a hand seal, and then he gathered his fingers into the shape of a blade, slashing emptily in the void with a single palm to reveal a spatial storm corridor. Striking across space, a talisman seal shot out explosively.
"Ah!"
From across a distant expanse of time and space, a tragic scream transmitted out. Before three breaths could pass, a person plummeted down completely stiff from the air. It was precisely Yan Xigui, who had been injured by Fang Han striking across space and snatched back over.
The moment he crashed onto the ground, Fang Han laughed coldly: "Even if you were ten times more formidable, you could never escape the destiny of kneeling! Now, don't harbor any thoughts—obediently kneel here for three days and three nights before you plan your next move."
Amidst his voice, a formless airflow heavily suppressed Yan Xigui straight into a kneeling posture as well.
This row of three people kneeling side-by-side was extremely novel, spectacular, and shocking.
At this point, Xiang Yizhen, Gu Changfeng, and Yan Xigui, the three of them, had all completely kneeled down, motionless.