Urban Invincible Overlord

With a decided plan in mind, True Monarch Xiao Yue showed a warm smile on her face and said to Yang Fei, "Since you insist on going, I cannot forcibly stop you. However, this place is far from the Shang Qing Sect, and the journey is fraught with dangers. It’s truly too perilous for you to go alone. Let me accompany you part of the way, escorting you personally to the Shang Qing Sect."

Yang Fei was startled, not expecting Xiao Yue to suddenly change her attitude, his vigilance deepened.

He was not someone easily fooled, having struggled and dealt with treacherous hearts on Earth for many years. Just a moment ago, Xiao Yue was eagerly persuading him against it, but now, she suddenly wanted to personally escort him. The change was too fast.

Just as he was about to politely refuse, Xiao Yue suddenly made a move!

She formed a spell with her hands, and an invisible binding power instantly enveloped him!

Yang Fei’s pupils shrank. He had been maintaining vigilance, especially since Xiao Yue appeared. Facing a cultivator more powerful than himself, he was always prepared to fight or make a run for it. Although stunned, this was somewhat anticipated.

"Shameless!"

Yang Fei reacted quickly, instinctively channeling spiritual power throughout his body, retreating rapidly like lightning!

At the same time, he unleashed a spell with a sweeping motion, his mana instantly condensing into a powerful sword light. The sword light flickered as it slashed towards the invisible binding!

"Boom!"

The sword light collided with the binding power, producing a dull roar as golden light dispersed instantly.

A master in the Late-stage Nascent Soul realm is indeed formidable!

But Yang Fei was undaunted, instead angrily questioning, "Senior, what is the meaning of this?"

Xiao Yue spoke coldly, "I kindly advised you, yet you refused to listen, leaving me no choice but to suppress you with force to prevent you from wandering off and falling into the hands of the Wangxian Sect or other factions."

Yang Fei was no fool; he wouldn’t easily trust her, angrily retorting, "Rubbish! I believe you want to take advantage of the situation and have already thought of betraying the Flame Moon Sect."

True Monarch Xiao Yue was shocked to see Yang Fei evade her attacks with multiple teleportations, secretly perturbed.

This boy was truly bizarre. Despite having only Core Formation Realm cultivation, he can manage short-distance teleportation like a Nascent Soul cultivator, and his divine sense is unexpectedly strong, able to precisely judge her tracking and locking.

Though surprised inwardly, she continued her chase without pause, launching fierce attacks. Despite Yang Fei being in the late stage of Core Formation, her overwhelming realm advantage suppressed him firmly.

"Hmph, you are ungrateful. Your identity is special, vital to that great secret of Earth. You cannot fall into the hands of outsiders. I act for the greater good, aiming to keep you in the Flame Moon Sect to ensure your safety and protect secrets." Xiao Yue said while attacking.

"Pah, you don’t even believe your own words. Do you think I’m a three-year-old child?" Yang Fei sneered coldly.

His heart was both shocked and anxious.

If he couldn’t use the Flame Moon Sect’s transmission array, his journey to the Shang Qing Sect would be delayed.

The key issue was being targeted by a late-stage Nascent Soul powerhouse. Even if he wasn’t suppressed and managed to escape back to Earth using the Extreme Fire Demon Pearl, going back to head towards the Shang Qing Sect again afterward would be challenging.

After all, using the Extreme Fire Demon Pearl repeatedly would reveal he possesses a space-type treasure. The opponent could deduce its functionality based on disappearance and appearance frequency and location, leaving him helpless if they wait for him.

In fear and desperation, he decisively pulled out the Soul Binding Rope, a chilling light gleaming in his eyes, deciding to test if he could truly confront a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator head-on.

Xiao Yue was shocked seeing the Soul Binding Rope, her heart tensing slightly, inexplicably wary.

Although she hadn’t dealt with Yang Fei before, she had heard of the notorious Soul Binding Rope multiple times, knowing its sinister nature. Hence, she dropped pretenses, scoffing, "Young one, if you are sensible, surrender willingly and come with me to join Wangxian Sect. With Earth’s abundant resources and Genetic Liquid Medicine, Wangxian Sect won’t mistreat you."

Yang Fei’s heart sank.

Damn it, this woman indeed harbored thoughts of betraying the Flame Moon Sect.

Previously, he truly hoped she was considering his safety and the sect’s future, wanting to keep him for his protection.

"True Monarch Xiao Yue, you’re incredibly bold! Eating Flame Moon Sect’s food, yet plotting betrayal against it! Are you not afraid that Senior Li Shuya will shred you into pieces upon knowing?"

Xiao Yue’s face darkened, her voice icy, "What do you understand? The fall of the Shang Qing Sect is certain, and the Flame Moon Sect’s past glory won’t return. I’m merely seeking my own way out. Yang Fei, if you’re smart, surrender willingly. I can get along well with you, maybe even become friends. Otherwise, don’t blame me for being ruthless, torturing you endlessly!"

Yang Fei sneered, "Do you think being late-stage Nascent Soul can suppress me? Dream on!"

Finished speaking, his Soul Binding Rope shook in his hand, a dazzling silver-white light shooting skyward. The long whip not only had terrifying soul-capturing effects; under his mana activation, a fierce and powerful qi unleashed ahead, strangling towards Xiao Yue!

"Petty trick!" Xiao Yue coldly snorted, waving her hand casually, releasing a streak of spiritual power like a sweeping silk to disperse the qi instantly.

Moreover, the soul-capturing power of the Soul Binding Rope seemingly had no impact on her.

Seeing this, Yang Fei’s heart tensed.

A late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator is indeed not someone he can withstand directly.

However, he did not plan to fight head-on, pondering how to escape instead.

As he weighed his options, Xiao Yue had already pulled out a glittering golden talisman and tossed it towards Yang Fei, "Immortal Trapping Talisman, bind!"

That talisman transformed into a golden light shield, enveloping a range of tens of yards, trapping Yang Fei inside instantly.

Yang Fei’s complexion changed; he could feel the immense binding power within the golden light shield, akin to a heavy weight pressing down, slowing his movements.

"Fourth Rank Immortal Trapping Talisman!" Yang Fei’s heart sank.

He had long seen this type of talisman before; it’s the most commonly used restraining talisman in the Cultivation World.

Terrifyingly, the Immortal Trapping Talisman used by True Monarch Xiao Yue reached the Fourth Rank, generally termed Divine Talisman Level, which cannot be broken below the Nascent Soul stage, and even early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators would take considerable time to break free.

Never imagined True Monarch Xiao Yue would use such a precious talisman at the outset to deal with him.

Even more shocking to Yang Fei was that restrained by this Immortal Trapping Talisman, he felt not just restricted in mana, even his divine sense was suppressed to a certain degree.

Seeing Yang Fei bound, Xiao Yue’s face showed a hint of smugness, "I told you before, you are no match for me. Just surrender already!"

Speaking, she called out to Li Yang, "Li Yang, why haven’t you acted yet?"

Li Yang had been standing in the background, her expression fluctuating.

She hadn’t expected her master to suddenly assault Yang Fei, significantly shocking her. After all, she had just accepted Yang Fei’s storage bag, her hatred towards him had greatly diminished, and she even admired this sentimental and dutiful person.

But now, her master wanted her to jointly oppose Yang Fei...

Most importantly, hearing the conversation between her master and Yang Fei, was her master going to betray the Flame Moon Sect?

How could this be?

"Master..." Li Yang hesitated.

"What? You dare disobey my orders?" Xiao Yue’s face sank, her tone cold.