“Sir, you know that the Spiritual Medicine Sect is already under the control of the Evil Moon Sect, why are you pressing so hard?

If the Evil Moon Sect finds out, the Free and Unfettered Sect probably won’t fare well either, right?

I admit that the Free and Unfettered Sect is indeed powerful, but compared to the Evil Moon Sect, it’s still dwarfed. I believe even you can’t refute that, right?”

As Zhao Tianming spoke, he continued to slowly retreat with the alchemists behind him.

This clearly wasn’t a sign of submission.

While his words seemed resigned, they were laced with a veiled threat from the Evil Moon Sect.

Zhao Tianming was very aware that ever since the contract was signed, he was bound to the Evil Moon Sect.

Any other choice would lead to his demise.

Seeing Zhao Tianming’s actions, Hong Seng’s lips curled into a mocking smile.

“It seems Sect Leader Zhao has already made his choice. I truly pity you.

However, no matter what kind of agreement the Spiritual Medicine Sect has reached with the Evil Moon Sect, today, the Evil Moon Sect is destined to not save you.

Come back to the Free and Unfettered Sect with me. Once you’re there, Sect Leader Zhao will know if the Evil Moon Sect will come to your aid.”

Hong Seng let out another cold sneer at Zhao Tianming.

He didn’t say anything more, and the Nascent Soul mid-stage aura around him surged, instantly enveloping Zhao Tianming and the alchemists behind him.

At this point, there was no need for other Golden Core cultivators from the Free and Unfettered Sect to intervene. Hong Seng alone was enough to subdue Zhao Tianming and his group.

“Sect Leader…”

Seeing Hong Seng’s aura rise, the two fourth-rank alchemists and ten or so third-rank alchemists behind Zhao Tianming looked panicked.

A Nascent Soul cultivator was simply too powerful for them.

Their eyes turned to Zhao Tianming, filled with pleading.

These people were all bound by Zhao Tianming’s contract and wouldn’t dare to surrender to the Free and Unfettered Sect.

Hearing their pleas, Zhao Tianming frowned slightly, but he transmitted a message to them: “Don’t worry, we’ll be fine.”

This wasn’t blind optimism.

It was the confidence that came with being a fourth-rank alchemist.

Alchemists of his level would be respected in any sect.

Even if he angered Hong Seng, it was highly unlikely he would lose his life.

He was confident in that.

“Since Sect Leader Zhao is so determined, then I will have to make you calm down.”

Hong Seng’s voice remained icy as he spoke.

In the next instant, he moved his hand, forming a seal. Above Zhao Tianming and the others, a massive, illusory palm print materialized.

It slowly descended upon them.

This illusory palm print was imbued with Hong Seng’s immense Nascent Soul mid-stage power.

The alchemists who had been hiding with Zhao Tianming were not accustomed to using force. Besides Zhao Tianming and the two other alchemists who had reached the Golden Core stage, the remaining third-rank alchemists were only at the Foundation Establishment stage.

The pressure of a Nascent Soul mid-stage cultivator was too much for them to bear.

As the illusory palm print continued to descend, several third-rank alchemists couldn’t withstand it. Their knees buckled, and they fell to their knees, their faces contorted in pain.

Even Zhao Tianming and the other three fourth-rank alchemists, who were also Golden Core cultivators, had beads of sweat forming on their foreheads.

At this point, Zhao Tianming was acting as a stubborn rock.

Hong Seng wasn’t in a hurry, though.

He continued to control the illusory palm print, slowly pressing it down.

His idea was simple: to break the spirit of these people first.

Even if they were fourth-rank alchemists, in Hong Seng’s eyes, they would be nothing more than alchemy slaves once captured.

Potential didn’t matter to him.

What mattered was obedience.

He was also confident in the formation above the central plaza.

He was sure that forces like Spirit Sound Valley wouldn’t be able to break free and disrupt his plans in a short time.

“Boom boom boom…”

As Hong Seng’s Nascent Soul mid-stage pressure continued to increase, the third-rank alchemists behind Zhao Tianming and the others fell to their knees one after another, their faces etched with pain.

If they weren’t bound by the marks Zhao Tianming and the others had placed on them, they would have begged for mercy long ago.

“Hehehe, I underestimated your Spiritual Medicine Sect.

I didn’t expect that there would be such stubborn people among the alchemists.

But this is just self-inflicted suffering in the end.”

Hong Seng let out another cold sneer, and the aura around him surged. The illusory palm print descended faster. He wanted to take Zhao Tianming and the others down in one fell swoop.

At the same time, Hong Seng’s hand flashed, and a low-grade spirit stone appeared in his hand. With a sneer, he launched it like a projectile, striking Zhao Tianming’s right knee.

Zhao Tianming let out a muffled groan, pain twisting his face as his right knee buckled.

Fear of death gnawed at him, but even more so was the fear of being tortured by Su Jingzhen after being captured due to the contract on him.

Under the circumstances, if he could resist as much as possible, even if he was eventually dragged to the Free and Unfettered Sect and subjected to Hong Seng’s cruelty, perhaps he could still find a glimmer of hope in front of Su Jingzhen.

For some reason, Zhao Tianming still believed that the Evil Moon Sect would come to their rescue. He also firmly believed that the Evil Moon Sect would never allow the Free and Unfettered Sect to become too powerful.

“The Evil Moon Sect won’t let you get away with this!” Zhao Tianming growled, his eyes filled with hatred.

“I wonder what kind of brainwashing the Evil Moon Sect has fed you old man. You willingly submit to them, yet you refuse to bow to me.

If that’s the case, when we get back to the Free and Unfettered Sect, I have plenty of ways to make you submit. Even if you are a fourth-rank alchemist, in my eyes, you are no different from a pig or a dog. What high and mighty airs are you putting on?”

Hong Seng’s voice was laced with anger as he spoke.

In the next instant, he threw another spirit stone, striking Zhao Tianming’s left leg.

Zhao Tianming could no longer hold on, and his knees buckled, bringing him to his knees. His aura dwindled.

As Hong Seng’s illusory palm print intensified, the two other fourth-rank alchemists beside Zhao Tianming also collapsed, kneeling on the ground.

They were forced into submission.

“Hehehe, so what if you are a fourth-rank alchemist?

I, Hong Seng, will make you kneel! You will never have the chance to stand again!”

Hong Seng’s voice was filled with arrogance as he spoke.

His gaze then turned to the other Golden Core cultivators.

“Tie them up first. Then let’s investigate what secrets this place holds.”

However, before Hong Seng’s words could fully sink in, a powerful aura emanated from the slowly rotating void passage.

“When did the Free and Unfettered Sect become so arrogant? How come I didn’t know?”

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