"You dare hit me!" Fan Chong's expression turned vicious as an iron lotus flew from his sleeve.
The iron lotus blossomed, shooting out eighteen petals, each coated in deadly poison!
Liuding Divine Fire and Great Yan True Fire appeared in Li Haoran's palms. His hands gleamed like jade as he caught the iron petals, instantly refining them into his own magical treasure before flinging them right back.
Fan Chong let out a miserable shriek, collapsing to the ground in convulsions from the poison.
The invited cultivators watching the fight were stunned, feeling as if they had entered an illusion.
"Who are these five people? Every single one of them can thoroughly suppress Fan Chong!"
"Did they conceal their realm?"
"No, they're clearly at the middle Nascent Soul stage!"
"Where on earth did five such peerless prodigies suddenly come from?"
"Could it be that Fan Chong isn't actually that strong, and it was all just rumors?"
Fan Chong wailed, "Master, kill them! Kill them!"
His gaze was venomous. Since they had made him lose all face at the Immortal Appraisal Assembly, they shouldn't even dream of leaving Penglai Island alive!
Penglai Island was his turf!
"To humiliate my disciple like this—do you think my Penglai Island has no one left?" On the spectator stands, an attractive female cultivator spoke coldly, casting a chilly gaze at Li Haoran. Her low neckline revealed a glimpse of cleavage, showing off her tall, enticing figure; in the East Sea, such attire was commonplace and hardly out of the ordinary.
The woman flew down from the stands. She was none other than Fan Chong's master, the only daughter of the Penglai Island Master—Daoist Xuanling.
At this moment, no one harbored any lustful thoughts to ogle Daoist Xuanling's figure. She unleashed her aura, radiating the immense majesty of a Body Integration True Monarch.
Even the five from Lu Yang's group were enveloped by the pressure, unable to move a muscle.
"Master!" Seeing his master descend, Fan Chong felt as though he had found hope.
Daoist Xuanling didn't spare him a single glance. Reaching out with her slender, scallion-white fingers, she tilted up the chin of Li Haoran, who stood frozen in place, and scrutinized him closely.
Daoist Xuanling broke into a dazzling smile, her voice laden with temptation. "You certainly are handsome. If you become my male favorite, this matter can be completely wiped clean."
Meng Jingzhou: "?"
Lu Yang pondered: *To openly take a male favorite like this—could this also be a local custom of the East Sea?*
*Well, since we're already here, why not let Junior Brother Li have a taste of the experience?*
Li Haoran turned his head in despair, looking to Lu Yang and the others for help, but unfortunately, they were utterly powerless—or unwilling—to assist.
"Junior Brother Li, just yield to her. We will remember your contribution," Lu Yang encouraged him.
Li Haoran felt even more despair. *I knew none of you bastards could be counted on.*
Just as Li Haoran was debating whether he should struggle a bit before submitting to Daoist Xuanling or simply become completely submissive right away, another cold voice rang out from the spectator stands.
"Xuanling, put away your filthy hands."
Another woman's figure leapt down from the high platform, unleashing her own aura to disperse Daoist Xuanling's overwhelming pressure. Only then did the crowd at the assembly secretly breathe a sigh of relief.
The woman shielded Li Haoran behind her, watching Daoist Xuanling warily.
"Fellow Daoist Su, this is Penglai Island's internal affair. You are overstepping your bounds."
Fellow Daoist Su curled her lips into a mocking smile. "An internal affair?"
"This man is my husband. How am I not entitled to step in?"
The one shielding Li Haoran was none other than Su Yiren, who had been invited to attend and observe the Immortal Appraisal Assembly.
Chapter 815