Yang Fei remained quietly vigilant, unlike Nuannuan's optimism; Yang Fei didn't believe this back mountain was a safe place.

Among the Twelve Branches of the Wu Clan, Yang Fei had the most encounters with the Fire Gate, and the most fights.

He consecutively killed two Great Protectors of the Fire Gate, and annihilated the two mercenary groups under their command, yet Yang Fei never underestimated the Fire Gate.

Although the Fire Gate suffered successive defeats and losses at the hands of Yang Fei.

However, up to now, Yang Fei had not yet battled the Witch King and the Grand Priest of the Fire Gate—these two were the most fearsome Martial Arts Masters.

Just one branch, the Fire Gate, was so formidable, the other branches, having stood equally against it for centuries, were surely formidable opponents as well.

Now that all Twelve Branches were besieging the Ancestral Altar together, masters were everywhere on this Holy Peak, not to be taken lightly.

With thoughts racing in Yang Fei's mind, he stayed on high alert, pushed ahead of Nuannuan, shielding him behind.

Nuannuan excitedly pointed at a towering, steep rock more than fifty meters high.

"See that? Once we climb over that big rock, we can rest a bit."

Yang Fei nodded, his fingers hooked like iron, grasping the crevices in the rock, climbing bit by bit like a giant gecko.

Just then, darkness descended upon Yang Fei's vision, a long shadow was cast down, and a figure began to move restlessly.

Yang Fei was greatly shocked, feeling a fierce gale looming above him.

He clutched the rock with both hands, swinging his left leg backward in a Counterstrike Golden Bell kick.

Bam!

A dull thud sounded as hand and foot collided, Qi Force scattered everywhere, shaking the rock face, sending loose stones tumbling down.

An immense power, akin to a raging sea surge, crashed down on Yang Fei with a critical hit that his Gang Yuan Qi couldn't withstand.

Yang Fei could no longer hold onto the rock crevices, his body dropped like a kite with a broken string.

Nuannuan screamed, reaching out to grasp Yang Fei's left hand, but the massive inertia of Yang Fei's falling body pulled Nuannuan off the rock face as well.

Yang Fei remained calm amidst chaos, pulling Nuannuan's waist closer, their bodies suspended, plummeting towards the cliff below.

Nuannuan let out a terrified scream, clinging to Yang Fei's neck, shutting his eyes tightly, scared to the point of having his soul shattered.

Yang Fei drew the Heavy Sword of the Destroyed Army, infused with Essence Qi, then stabbed it diagonally downwards.

The rock seemed like tofu, penetrated deeply by the longsword.

Yang Fei grasped the sword hilt of the Heavy Sword of the Destroyed Army in his left hand, holding Nuannuan in his right, shouting to stabilize the position.

They hung like Dried Leaf Butterflies, drifting in midair.

Yang Fei steadied himself, looking up to find a hideous figure on the rock face, sneering coldly down at him.

"Nuannuan, we meet again. Did you really think I was dead?"

That figure's face was covered in scars and burn marks, the muscle twisted and deformed, with only one eye left, shining with vicious, ferocious light.

Yang Fei, upon hearing that coarse and authoritative voice, felt his heart sink halfway.

This grotesque figure was none other than Gonggong.

Nuannuan also recognized Gonggong's voice, still shaken: "Grandpa Gonggong, is that you?"

Gonggong laughed: "Surprised, aren't you? I'm still alive! You two little thieves, in my hands today, how do you wish to die?"

Yang Fei heard his voice lacking vitality, weak, and he chuckled knowingly.

"Gonggong, you're quite skilled to escape the Dragon Pattern Bullet with your life, but this time, you won't be so lucky."

Though Gonggong extinguished Stone Fire, he expended a large amount of Essence Qi, and hearing Yang Fei bring up old events, his eyes almost flared with anger.

"You little thief, dare to mention the past? Today, I'll ensure you never rest in peace."

As he spoke, he suddenly raised a big rock, like a small mountain, ready to crush Yang Fei and Nuannuan.

The rock weighed two or three tons; if smashed down, Yang Fei and Nuannuan would be flattened into mince.

Even if the rock didn't hit them directly, they'd still fall into the abyss, suffering severe injuries if not death.

In desperation, Nuannuan cried out aloud.

"Grandpa Gonggong, don't you want to know the Pangu True Scripture? Let us up, and I'll tell you, alright?"

Gonggong paused, intrigued, lifting the rock above his head, speaking coldly.

"Fine, you come up alone, leave that boy down below."

Nuannuan sighed: "Grandpa Gonggong, you're underestimating me, Nuannuan."

"Am I someone who would abandon my friends and escape alone? If you want to leave the big brother here, I'd rather die with him."

Yang Fei cursed Nuannuan silently for her foolishness; if this little girl could escape, it'd be much easier for him alone.

Though he cursed her imprudence secretly, Yang Fei was touched by her honesty, affirming their friendship.

Gonggong, enraged, lifted the stone even higher.

"Little girl, in the face of life and death, talking about loyalty? If I smash this stone down, you'll surely die."

Nuannuan clung tightly to Yang Fei's neck, unwavering.

"I'll live and die with big brother, go ahead and smash it."

Gonggong, furious, his monstrous face contorted, lone eye flashing vicious light.

"Very well, then you'll go to hell as fated lovers!"

As he spoke, the massive rock came crashing down.

The two- or three-ton boulder shattered the cliffside, sending cascading debris, thundering down towards Yang Fei and Nuannuan.

Yang Fei activated Extreme Tiger, pressed forward with his toe on the rock face, soaring with Nuannuan in his arms, swiftly whipping out the Heavy Sword of the Destroyed Army.

The huge stone grazed them, rolling downwards, loose stones continuously falling.

Yang Fei and Nuannuan were plummeting too. Yang Fei let out a prolonged shout, thrust the Heavy Sword into the rock wall.

Bop!

A light sound, sparks flying, Yang Fei's Heavy Sword embedded in the rock wall, deep to the hilt.

They dangled on the rock wall again, swaying dangerously.

Gonggong's hideous face looked more fearsome, laughing heartily, clicking his tongue in admiration.

"Not bad, surviving that, how many rounds can you endure?"

While he spoke, he raised another large stone, resembling a house, ready to hurl it down.

Nuannuan screamed: "Grandpa Gonggong, don't you want to know the Pangu True Scripture? If I die, there's no one to teach you the Scripture!"

Overcome by frenzy, Gonggong's eyes gleamed fiercely.

"Don't talk to me about the Pangu True Scripture; my Essence Qi was largely depleted by Stone Fire, likely never to be cultivated again—I just want to kill you two little thieves now."

Nuannuan heard the hysteria and self-destructive tone in his voice, feeling increasingly alarmed.

"No, Grandpa Gonggong, the Pangu True Scripture is incredibly mystical; mastering it will definitely let you break through to the Spirit Martial Realm, achieving eternal life and invincibility."

Gonggong hesitated again: "Little girl, are you telling the truth?"

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