Zhao Letian paid no heed to the intensely hostile and icy gazes of Ji Pengyu and others, his expressionless face solely focused on Ye Zhenxiao.

Back in the day, at War King City, Ye Zhenxiao had already sent assassins from Ghost Shadow Sect to take his life.

Since then, Ghost Shadow Sect had been like a shadow, always striking at any given opportunity.

This vendetta, he had never forgotten, and he was determined to avenge.

Furthermore, Zhao Letian's mother had also been abducted by the Queen's family clan.

This debt of blood, irreconcilable under heaven, he would not spare anyone involved, and Ye Zhenxiao, as one of the masterminds, was an inevitable target on his hit list.

Lastly, eliminating Ye Zhenxiao was also a promise he made with Ye Chenxiao.

In a word, he had no reason to let Ye Zhenxiao go.

He hadn't struck before, simply because the time wasn't right, and his strength wasn't enough.

Now, having sufficient power, it was time to settle the score with Ye Zhenxiao.

"Should I call you Zhao Zilong, or Zhao Letian? Or perhaps, my little brother, Ye Jingxiao?"

Seeing Zhao Letian's gaze, Ye Zhenxiao remained indifferent and emotionless as he spoke.

"Does the name make any difference?"

Zhao Letian replied with equal indifference.

"It makes no difference, as soon, you will be a dead man anyway. Out of our blood relation, if you hand over the Storage Ring willingly, I might allow you a more dignified death!"

Ye Zhenxiao spoke coldly, his tone arrogant and commanding.

Even after seeing Zhao Letian stand firm against Ji Pengyu and easily kill Xiao Yan, he still didn't believe Zhao Letian could be his match.

"Right, hand over the Storage Ring. The Emperor's Treasure is not something you can monopolize!"

"Give me the storage, and this prince can spare your life!"

"If you give it to me, this prince can help you kill Ye Zhenxiao right now!"

Ji Pengyu, Gu Qingyang, and Ji Cangming, all looked greedily at Zhao Letian, trying to intimidate and tempt him.

"Can you hold off these three for me? Any problem with that?"

However, Zhao Letian ignored Ji Pengyu and the others, speaking only to the Golden Flood Dragon.

"Three top invincible experts? A bit of a challenge, should be no major problem, but you'd better be quick, I don't wish to waste time on these ants!"

The Golden Flood Dragon glanced at Ji Pengyu and the others, showing a keen eagerness to try.

"Hmph! Arrogance. With just you, you think you can confront all three of us at the same time? Utterly overestimating yourself!"

Gu Qingyang, clad in golden armor, snorted coldly and spoke disdainfully.

Although the Golden Flood Dragon had repelled Ji Pengyu with a punch before, it was merely a simple probe, and neither side had used their real trump cards.

Therefore, neither Ji Pengyu, Gu Qingyang, nor Ji Cangming believed that the Golden Flood Dragon could confront all three of them alone with just his own strength.

"Hehe, we'll see who's the one underestimating their abilities, you'll know soon enough!"

With a mischievous laugh, the Golden Flood Dragon suddenly radiated an aura of profound and inscrutable power, instantly enveloping Ji Pengyu and the others.

"This is... the power of the mystical arts?"

"Impossible! How can a mere True Martial Realm practitioner wield the power of the mystical arts?"

"You are not Meng Yi! Speak, who are you really?"

Ji Pengyu and his two companions cried out in disbelief.

Enveloped by the power of the mystical arts, the trio felt as though they were mired in quicksand, their bodies bound by a formidable force, unable to move freely, and their actions greatly slowed.

However, this was only because the Golden Flood Dragon's current strength was meager, capable of wielding only the superficial aspects of the mystical arts, a mere shadow of its true form. Otherwise, if the true power of the mystical arts were unleashed, Ji Pengyu and his companions would not be able to bear it at all. They would lose all ability to resist on the spot, just like when Zhao Letian encountered the Evil Lord Gu Xin in the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain.

"You three are indeed deserving of being the sons of Emperor Wu, with a bit of insight. Since you have recognized the power of my mystical arts, surrender without a fight!"

The Golden Flood Dragon sneered triumphantly, waving its mighty hand to conjure a gigantic golden dragon's claw in the air, fiercely slamming it down toward Ji Pengyu and his companions, as if to tear them to shreds on the spot.

"Surrender? In your dreams!"

"With such strength, you wish to defeat us? Naïve!"

"Monster, meet your end!"

Ji Pengyu and the others roared in alarm and anger, unleashing their attacks and bombarding the incoming golden dragon's claw.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The combined attack of three top-level invincible experts was no small feat. Not only did they shatter the incoming golden dragon's claw but also broke free from the constraints of the mystical arts.

"Kill him!"

As soon as they were freed from the bind, Ji Pengyu and the others drew out powerful Spiritual Artifacts and charged towards the Golden Flood Dragon.

"Alas, my cultivation level is still too low. This damned Emperor Wu, insisting on restricting cultivation levels. Without these limitations, I would easily crush these ants with a wave of my hand!"

The Golden Flood Dragon complained sullenly, yet there was no trace of fear on his face. Casually drawing a Longsword, he met the three head-on, effortlessly blocking their onslaught.

Meanwhile, after giving his instructions to the Golden Flood Dragon, Zhao Letian took out a Mid-grade Spiritual Artifact Longsword and executed the Invincible Sword technique, slashing out a fearsomely sharp sword light, aiming a mighty blow at Ye Zhenxiao.

Having decided to engage with Ye Zhenxiao, he had no desire to waste words.

"Think you can kill me? Hmph! You're not qualified, Sky Shattering Strike!"

Ye Zhenxiao's pupils contracted, and with a cold snort, a flash of Spirit Light appeared in his hand as he drew a large saber. Unleashing a massive saber light carrying terrifying power, it directly confronted the incoming Invincible Sword Light.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

Ye Zhenxiao's saber light was filled with a powerful Shock Force, as if it could shatter the air around it, brutally bombarding Zhao Letian's Invincible Sword Light. Cracks appeared on the unbreakable sword light, spreading rapidly like a spider's web.

However, seeing this, Zhao Letian remained composed, betraying no surprise.

For, although his Invincible Sword Light seemed heavily damaged and on the verge of shattering, it ultimately withstood the Shock Force's bombardment and proceeded undiminished. It first severed Ye Zhenxiao's massive saber light, then continued its trajectory towards Ye Zhenxiao.

"Not good!"

Witnessing this, Ye Zhenxiao's eyes revealed a flash of terror. He knew all too well the fearsome power contained within that strike; being hit would mean certain death or grievous injury. But now, with his own strength alone, he couldn't block that sword. So, gritting his teeth, he turned his hand and drew out the Heavenly Seal imbued with Martial Emperor Power.

"Boom!"

The moment the Heavenly Seal was revealed, the terrifying power of the Emperor Wu swept across the room, easily shattering Zhao Letian's Invincible Sword Light, and even the attacks from the Golden Flood Dragon and the others were instantly suppressed.