Fighting: Practice makes it real, start with a poisonous body.

Chapter 140: If these two can't be touched, then I'll deal with you first!

"I'm not crazy, you're the crazy ones!"

Despite this, a flash of crimson madness and obsession suddenly appeared in Feng Qing'er's eyes.

The colorful clouds swirling around her suddenly turned violent, no longer the gentle flowing light, but instead transformed into countless sharp blades of light, sweeping out with a piercing whistle that tore through the air.

Wherever the colorful light blades passed, screams of agony rose and fell. Those cultivators who couldn't react in time were struck by the light blades, their protective battle auras shattering like paper.

In the blink of an eye, most of the people in the arena collapsed to the ground, clutching their wounds and barely breathing; they were clearly critically injured.

Even Mu Qingluan and the other two were forced to retreat by this violent force. When they looked at Feng Qing'er, in addition to astonishment, there was also a hint of undisguised fear and apprehension.

They never forgot what the three of them had done to Feng Qing'er in the Tianmu Mountains.

Looking at the dazzling figure bathed in the glow of the sunset in the center of the arena, a chill ran down the spines of all three.

Feng Qing'er isn't here to compete for the championship; she's clearly here to settle old scores!

"Go together!"

Wang Chen roared, and the black shadows around him surged violently. Countless ghostly figures burst out from his body and rushed towards Feng Qing'er like a tidal wave.

He knew better than anyone how much he had humiliated Feng Qing'er back in the Tianmu Mountains. If he didn't join forces with her now to defeat her, he would be in big trouble once Feng Qing'er had a chance to free up her hands!

Mu Qingluan and Tang Ying's expressions darkened simultaneously, realizing the seriousness of the problem.

Mu Qingluan's fingers danced swiftly, forming hand seals with lightning speed. The previously flowing breeze suddenly surged violently, transforming into a terrifying tornado that stretched from the sky to the earth. Within the pillar of wind, thousands of green leaves swirled rapidly like sharpened blades, tearing through the air and emitting ear-piercing shrieks.

Tang Ying leaped into the air, his longsword humming and trembling, suddenly growing several meters in size, golden battle energy flowing through its blade. His arm muscles bulged, and he gripped the hilt with all his might, bringing it down with the force of a mountain splitting!
"Tear!"

A golden sword aura, tens of feet long, ripped through the sky. Its sharpness was so great that the surrounding light dimmed. It slashed towards Feng Qing'er with the determination to cut through mountains!
The three attacked from different directions, blocking all of Feng Qing'er's escape routes!
"Well done!"

A cold smile flashed in Feng Qing'er's eyes, and the eerie blood pattern on her forehead suddenly shone with a dark red light. A surge of powerful bloodline energy erupted, instantly raising her aura to a terrifying level.

"Demon Phoenix Bell!"

With a clear shout, a huge, dark golden ancient bell instantly materialized, its surface engraved with lifelike phoenix patterns, firmly protecting her within.

"It's actually the Demon Phoenix Bell..."

A rare tremor flashed deep within the Heavenly Fire Venerable's pupils as he murmured softly.

Xiao Yan couldn't help but ask in a deep voice, "Senior, do you recognize this method?"

"More than just recognizing them..."

This is a secret bloodline technique of the Heavenly Phoenix Clan, which can never be learned by anyone other than the core direct descendants.

When it is used, the phantom of the ancient demonic phoenix saint should appear on the bell, drawing upon the saint's remaining power, making its defense as solid as a rock, virtually impenetrable by any magic..."

He paused, his gaze fixed on the still-ringing ancient bell, a hint of surprise and uncertainty in his voice.

"But look at the Demon Phoenix Bell that Feng Qing'er has created."

The illusory image appearing on the bell's surface was blurry and its aura unpredictable, but its oppressive power... vast and violent, was far more ancient and boundless than the Holy Might of the Demon Phoenix. This was no ordinary Demon Phoenix Bell!

Just as Venerable Tianhuo hesitated, the battle on the training ground did not stop.

"Boom, boom, boom—!!!"

Ghostly shadows filled the sky, destructive tornadoes and mountain-splitting sword energy simultaneously bombarded the bell, but only a muffled sound was produced. All the attacks were blocked by the bell, only causing ripples and deafening roars, but they could not shake it in the slightest!
"How can this be!"

Mu Qingluan was shocked.

The disciples of the four pavilions had clashed before, and she had lost more often than she had won against Feng Qing'er, but Feng Qing'er was only slightly stronger than her.

Even if Feng Qing'er was powerful in the past, she could never have been this terrifying!

However, the situation on the field left her no time to think. The next instant, Feng Qing'er slammed her delicate hand against the heavy bell wall.

"Boom--!"

A bell, originating from the primordial era, suddenly rang out, and terrifying energy waves, like a tangible tsunami, spread wildly with a destructive force!
Rumble!
The ground of the entire arena cracked and crumbled, with rubble and dust carried away by the sound waves. The rogue cultivators on the outskirts were terrified, screaming and fleeing in all directions. Those who were slower were instantly blasted into a bloody mist, leaving no trace of their bodies!

Mu Qingluan, Tang Ying, and Wang Chen were the first to be affected.

The sound of the bell pierced their eardrums and shattered their meridians. The three of them spat out a mouthful of blood, their bodies flying backward like kites with broken strings, crashing heavily to the ground, barely breathing, already severely injured and on the verge of death.

The terrifying sound of the bell continued to spread, threatening to engulf the surrounding audience, causing screams of terror from the crowd in the stands.

"What have the common people done to deserve this?"

Venerable Wind shook his head, and with a flick of his sleeve, a gentle yet immense power descended instantly, transforming into an invisible barrier that firmly imprisoned the deadly fluctuations in the center of the arena.

Fei Tian opened his mouth, not expecting his disciple to be so fierce.

"The winner of this Four Pavilions Tournament..."

Just as he was joyfully about to announce the results...

Feng Qing'er's face was frosty. She raised her slender finger slightly, and a highly refined, colorful battle qi streak containing a destructive aura suddenly tore through the air and crashed down with the speed of lightning, its target Wang Chen!

"No!"

Wang Chen's pupils contracted, and before he could react, the colorful ribbon landed precisely on his head.

"Oh!"

With a muffled thud and a splatter of blood, his head exploded on the spot, just like a fragile watermelon!
"what you do!"

The Yellow Spring Venerable's expression turned ashen. He never expected that Feng Qing'er would be so ruthless as to kill Wang Chen in front of everyone!
Venerable Huangquan said sternly, "Do you think that just because you are a disciple of the Wind and Thunder Pavilion, I wouldn't dare to kill you!"

Lei Zun Zhe's expression also changed: "Feng Qing'er, by doing this, you are disregarding the friendship between the four pavilions. It is very difficult for me to deal with this."

"Old dog, the moment you handed me over to the human imperial race, you ceased to be my teacher! What are you pretending for now!"

Feng Qing'er gave a cold laugh and said, "Difficult to handle? Then let's not handle it! Today, I, Feng Qing'er, withdraw from the Fenglei Pavilion!"

"What did you say?!"

Lei Zunzhe's expression changed again.

"Old dog, if you don't dare to clean house, then stop barking here!"
And you, Venerable Yellow Springs, I am not a disciple of the Wind and Thunder Pavilion, but Feng Qing'er of the Heavenly Demon Phoenix Clan! How dare you kill me!

Feng Qing'er was in a frenzy, the humiliation she had suffered in the past now erupting into a furious rage.

Lei Zun and Huang Quan Zun were insulted by Feng Qing'er's words, but they hesitated to step forward.

No matter how desolate or precarious the Heavenly Phoenix Clan may be, dealing with them is still easy.

Feng Qing'er could crush Wang Chen's head on the spot, but they couldn't kill Feng Qing'er, otherwise the Nine-Star Dou Zun powerhouse of the Heavenly Demon Phoenix Clan would soon arrive at the Wind and Thunder Pavilion and the Yellow Springs Pavilion!

"And you two, did you ever think about the retribution you'd face today when you went out that day!"

Feng Qing'er stared intently at Mu Qingluan and Tang Ying, her face filled with murderous intent.

Venerable Wind and Venerable Sword frowned and immediately stepped down to protect their beloved disciple.

Feng Qing'er snorted coldly and turned her gaze to Xiao Yan in the audience, whose expression was extremely solemn.

"We can't touch those two for now, so let's deal with you first!"

(End of this chapter)