I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

The bald man's weapon was a huge bone knife, the blade of which was made from the spine of some kind of monster.

The blade was covered with dense runes and emitted a dark red light.

He swung his bone blade down, the blade whistling through the air, aiming for the head of the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes.

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes dodged to the side, and her holy sword slashed horizontally, aiming for the bald man's waist.

The bald man parried with his bone knife; the blades clashed, producing a piercing metallic clang.

Golden and dark red light collided in the air, creating ripples.

One-Eyed attacked from the side, his weapons being two short daggers coated with poison that glowed blue; he looked like a dangerous opponent.

His movements were unpredictable, like a snake, silently gliding to the side of the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes, and stabbing the dagger towards her lower back.

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes didn't turn around, but her senses caught the stab.

She turned abruptly, and the holy sword changed from a horizontal slash to a vertical slash, aiming at the one-eyed man's head.

One-Eyed had no choice but to stop his attack and retreat, crossing his daggers to parry. He was forced back several steps by the holy sword, his hands going numb.

"This woman is something else." One-Eyed shook his hand, his expression grave.

The bald man chuckled: "It's better if there's something inside; killing someone without anything is pointless."

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes didn't speak, but she didn't dare to be careless, because she used to live in the Undying Mountain. The natives of the Undying Mountain were easy to deal with, but these outsiders like her were difficult to handle.

These outsiders have very different martial arts styles and moves, making them difficult to adapt to.

But the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes was also an outsider, and she was not easy to deal with.

Everyone has crawled out of piles of corpses.

The two pounced on each other again, this time with even better teamwork.

The bald man faced the attack head-on, his bone knife slashing with powerful, sweeping strokes, each strike carrying the force of a thunderbolt.

The one-eyed figure moved sideways, the dagger darting left and right, each thrust precise and ruthless.

The two men, one open and one covert, one forceful and one gentle, forced the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes to retreat step by step.

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes gritted her teeth, wielding her holy sword with impenetrable force, golden light shimmering in the forest.

She had only recently broken through to the initial Saint realm, and her realm was still unstable. However, she possessed a holy sword and holy armor. The holy armor blocked most of the attacks, and every strike from the holy sword carried a purifying power, making the bald man and the one-eyed man hesitant to take it head-on.

Deep in the forest, trees collapsed, accompanied by continuous loud noises.

The sword's cuts left deep furrows in the ground, the one-eyed dagger pierced black holes in the tree trunks, and the bald man's bone knife cleaved several large trees in half.

Pebbles flew everywhere, dust filled the air, and the entire forest looked as if it had been swept by a storm.

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes fought back and forth, but she gradually discovered a problem: she was expending too much energy.

The bald man and the one-eyed man took turns attacking each other. When one of them attacked, the other would move around and recover. When the other man got tired, the other man would take over.

Their cultivation levels were higher than hers, their combat experience was richer than hers, and their teamwork was more seamless than hers.

More importantly, the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes also needs to activate the Holy Sword. Although the Holy Sword is powerful, each activation consumes a large amount of energy.

She was like a child wielding a heavy weapon; though the weapon was sharp, she would tire of it after a short time.

After another twenty or so rounds, the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes began to breathe rapidly, more and more beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her arms began to ache.

She forced the bald man back with her sword, then retreated sharply, planting the holy sword in the ground and panting heavily while supporting herself on the hilt.

"Damn it, I still can't do it!" The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes gritted her teeth, her eyes full of resentment.

He wanted to show off, but he messed it up again! The bald man laughed loudly: "So you've resigned yourself to your fate?"

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, left by the wind from the holy sword, and walked toward the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes with a sinister grin.

The one-eyed man didn't speak, but his single eye swept over the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes, as if searching for the angle to deliver the final, fatal blow.

He feared that things might change if he delayed any longer; this woman was not simple, and who knew what kind of trouble might arise if he dragged it out any longer.

He winked at the bald man, and the two of them moved at the same time, rushing towards the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes.

The bald man raised his bone knife high and chopped it down at the head of the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes.

The one-eyed dagger was lowered, aimed at the back of the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes.

Up and down, in front and behind, they blocked all her escape routes.

Just when things might not have been at a critical moment, a figure appeared between the bald man and the one-eyed man.

That man is here!

He didn't draw his sword, didn't form any hand seals, and didn't even assume any fighting stance.

His mere appearance was accompanied by a "click" sound.

The bald man's head rolled to the ground.

Skull fragments and blood splattered everywhere, covering One-Eyed's face.

The bald man remained frozen in place, still holding the knife, for several seconds before collapsing with a thud, the bone knife falling to the ground with a dull thud.

The bald man didn't even see who killed him.

There was no time to react, no chance to resist, and not even a chance to trigger a "dialogue." He was killed instantly before he could even say "Who are you?"

One-Eye froze, remaining motionless in the dagger-thrusting pose, like a stone statue.

His single eye was fixed on Zhang Yangqing, his pupils contracted sharply, and his face was filled with fear.

The one-eyed man had seen powerful figures; he had seen peak initial saints, half-saints, and even the aftershocks of battles between saints.

But he had never seen such a person before. Without any aura, without any pressure, without any warning, he just casually killed a powerful expert in the late stage of the Initial Saint Realm.

To put it bluntly, he didn't even know how his teammates died.

"You! Who are you?" The one-eyed man's voice trembled.

Zhang Yangqing glanced at him, his tone calm, as if he were talking about a trivial matter: "I won't waste my breath on you. I'll give you a chance. Tell me about the Tian Clan of Sancai Mountain and the Tian Clan of Xinggu, and I will not kill you. I will keep my word."

There was a reason why Zhang Yangqing killed the bald man instead of the one-eyed man.

Baldy acts impulsively and lacks composure. Such a person either collapses or goes mad in the face of fear, and the information he provides may not be reliable.

One-eyed people are cold-blooded and emotionless in their actions, and such cautious people are often afraid of death.

Even when faced with the threat of death, he was still able to calmly decide what to do and what to say.

The reason why he asked about the Tian clan of Sancai Mountain and the Tian clan of Xinggu, instead of just Xinggu, is, as those familiar with Zhang Yangqing know, a subtle detail in his intelligence-gathering strategy.

If you only ask one question, how do you know if he's talking nonsense?

Zhang Yangqing had met the Tian family of Sancai Mountain before, and he could quickly discern the nonsense this one-eyed man was spouting.

One-Eyed knew he had no choice. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, and then spoke, his voice low but clear:
"The Tian Clan of Sancai Mountain is a very united and powerful clan. They are extremely xenophobic, but they treat those they acknowledge very well. If you want to get in touch with them, you can offer them appropriate assistance, help them with things that are inconvenient for them to do themselves, or provide them with resources they lack."

He paused, then added, "The death rule of the Tian Clan of Sancai Mountain is that once you enter their back mountain area, no matter how good your relationship is, as soon as you step into the back mountain, all feelings are immediately wiped out, and you will be hunted down without exception. No one can plead for you." (End of Chapter)