Myth Beyond Heaven

"Ugh! Arghh!" Pei Siwen fantastically wriggled on the ground like a worm. He swung his arms to the floor, hoping it could extinguish the crimson flames.

"What a terrible smell. Did I overcook it?" Yun Lintian waved his hand in front of his nose while giving Pei Siwen a disgusting look.

"Bastard!" Pei Wuwen gnashed his teeth in anger. He turned to his father and said pleadingly. "Father, can you help Siwen?"

Pei Fengwen's brows tightly locked together. As much as he wanted to help his grandson, Huoyun Yurou was ready to intervene at any time. The strength she showed earlier was definitely stronger than him. Unless he asked Zi Taiyang and Lang Moxie for help, he wasn't her opponent.

Seeing his father silent, Pei Wuwen was aggrieved. He gritted his teeth and said in disappointment. "Father, I have obeyed your teachings for all my life. You wanted me to go west. I don't dare to go east. Can you please help me once? He will definitely kill Siwen."

Pei Fengwen responded solemnly. "It's not that I don't want to help, but I can't help him. Huoyun Yurou is far stronger than I thought. I am not her opponent. But if we asked Zi Taiyang and Lang Moxie, we would have a chance. The problem is we will owe them a huge favor."

As a patriarch of the clan, Pei Wuwen understood this point well. Owing these people a favor would mean he had to pay a considerable fortune that might even cause the clan to regress for several generations.

While Pei Wuwen was thinking, Yun Lintian had already arrived beside Pei Siwen. He glanced down at the latter and spoke coldly. "Seeing you defeating Brother Jin, I thought you would be quite capable. But in the end, you can't even withstand a single punch from me. Heh, after suppressing my clan for centuries and enjoying all the resources to the fullest, is this all you amount to?"

"You…" Pei Siwen temporarily forgot the pain and glared at Yun Lintian with red eyes. If a gaze could kill, Yun Lintian would die thousands of times already.

Pei Wuwen came back to his sense and quickly shouted. "Siwen, admit defeat now! He will definitely kill you!"

Hearing his father's shout, Pei Siwen's heart turned cold. He stepped onto the platform in a high and mighty manner. How could he be willing to give up? How could he have the face to see others in the future?

The grievance and anger in his heart prevented him from saving his life. He stubbornly gritted his teeth and said nothing. Even the sharp pain in his arms couldn't make him utter a single sound at the moment.

"You!?" Pei Wuwen was so furious when he saw his son like this. What's there important than life?

Yun Lintian tilted his head toward Pei Wuwen and chuckled. "You wanted him to surrender?" In the next second, he lifted his leg and fiercely kicked Pei Siwen's jaw.

Crackle!

A cracking sound reverberated throughout the arena as everyone saw Pei Siwen's jaw dislocated in a weird shape. His chin was pointed in the east direction, almost becoming a parallel line with the ground.

"Uh…Aaah!" Pei Siwen struggled to say something, but he couldn't utter a proper word. He was now realized how stupid he was. He should admit defeat while he had a chance.

"How dare you!" Pei Wuwen roared and released all of his power. A pair of giant green wings appeared behind his back, and his hands and feet transformed into gigantic claws that resembled the Great Roc in the legend.

"Get down." Huoyun Yurou said calmly, and her aura heavily pressed down on Pei Wuwen, pushing him down to the floor.

"You're too much, Huoyun Yurou!" Pei Fengwen couldn't stay calm any longer. The false image he put on previously was nowhere to be seen now.

Instantly, a massive tornado appeared above the arena. The crowd started to panic and hurriedly prepared to protect themselves.

"Master…." Tianqi Yi looked at Tianqi Junlai, waiting for his order.

"Let it be. We can use this chance to estimate her power." Tianqi Junlai replied calmly. He was looking forward to seeing how Huoyun Yurou would deal with this.

Huoyun Yurou didn't seem to care about the tornado. She merely glanced at Zi Taiyang and Lang Moxie and spoke. "Aren't you going to join the fun?"

Zi Taiyang's face turned gloomy. He snorted and did nothing.

Meanwhile, Lang Moxie laughed aloud. "Hahaha! I'm good at being a viewer. Please enjoy, you two."

Pei Fengwen glanced at the two coldly. These two bastards were surely unreliable. He turned to Huoyun Yurou and said. "Tell him to stop immediately. Otherwise, don't blame me."

Huoyun Yurou raised her drooping eyelids and stared at Pei Fengwen strangely. "Have your mind gone senile? What makes you think you are in the position to tell me what to do?"

As her voice fell, Huoyun Yurou tapped the crane on the ground gently, and a thick column of crimson flame shot straight toward the brewing tornado before wholly engulfing it.

Pei Fengwen's expression changed drastically. He made a complicated hand seal, and a virtual image of a Great Roc appeared in the sky. Its sharp eyes stared coldly at Huoyun Yurou as though it were looking down at an unimportant creature.

"This… Great Roc?" The crowd was shocked. Their bodies were involuntarily shaking under the Great Roc's sharp gaze. This was the first time they had seen something like this.

Yun Lintian looked at the virtual Great Roc in the sky in surprise. He could feel a trace of oppressive power coming out of it. Without a doubt, the Great Roc bloodline in Pei Fengwen's body was highly pure. It was no wonder he could achieve this high realm.

Huoyun Yurou looked at the Great Roc image with an indifferent gaze. "It's been a long time since I saw this. The last time you summoned the Great Roc was the day my husband died." She slowly turned to look at Pei Fengwen, and her voice gradually became an incomparable cold. "Do you remember what happened on that day?"

Everyone in the arena suddenly felt a chill running down their spine. They could perceive a deep hatred and immense killing intent within her voice.