I established the Eternal Immortal Clan by taming beasts.

This shot was even more powerful than the one Lin Xuanjing fired against Chen Mingfei!

It wasn't a change in marksmanship, but a complete dominance of skill.

With the infusion of the Golden Core stage's core essence, the same move becomes more than twice as powerful!

A distance of a hundred feet was nothing in front of that streak of blue light.

Before Zhao Wenxuan could even blink, the streak of light had already closed to within a hundred feet of the flying boat!

Only now did he finally see the trajectory of the spear tip—it wasn't aimed at anyone on the airship, but was pointing straight at the airship itself!

He's going to destroy the ship!

Zhao Wenxuan was terrified!

This time, the fear on his face was no longer an act.

He whirled around, frantically channeling spiritual energy into the array flag in his hand, a near-hoarse roar erupting from his throat:

"Defensive formation! Full power activated—!"

The cyan light shield that already existed around the flying boat suddenly expanded!

Countless runes lit up simultaneously, operating wildly to firmly protect the flying boat within!

however--

"boom--!!!"

A deafening explosion resounded between heaven and earth!

The streak of azure light, carrying a world-destroying force, slammed into the airship's defensive light shield!

The protective shield trembled violently, and countless runes exploded simultaneously in that instant!

The cracks spread wildly outwards from the point of impact, like a spider web!

The trajectory of each crack as it spreads is accompanied by fragments of spiritual light that burst forth when the array collapses, tracing poignant arcs across the sky.

Just a breath later—

"Snap!"

The crisp cracking sound echoed through the sky.

With the full force of a third-grade mid-level spear and the infusion of Golden Core stage core energy, the defensive formation of this flying boat could only barely withstand the attack for a moment before it shattered with a deafening roar!

The spear's momentum remained undiminished, thrusting straight towards the airship's main body!

Zhao Wenxuan's pupils dilated to their limit as he watched helplessly as the streak of blue light hurtled toward him.

His consciousness froze in that instant, his body stiffened like stone, and he couldn't even muster the thought of escaping—he could only watch helplessly as death approached.

"Boom—!"

The ferocious intent of the gun pierced through the airship!

That impact wasn't a simple piercing; rather, it was the condensed wind elemental power that exploded inside the ship!

Wood chips flew everywhere, the array patterns shattered, and the entire airship was torn apart from its core!

A huge gash exploded on one side of the ship, and broken planks and fragments of spiritual materials rained down in all directions.

Several members of the Zhao family standing on that side didn't even have time to scream before they were thrown away by the impact, like kites with broken strings, falling into the dense forest below and disappearing into the lush canopy.

The streak of azure light, after passing through the flying boat, slowly solidified a hundred feet away, transforming once again into Lin Che's tall figure standing with his spear in hand.

The airship's core was pierced, causing the hull to shake violently. The array patterns on its surface flickered erratically a few times before finally fading completely.

The enormous creature, now without power, began to tilt and plummet toward the ground like a giant bird with broken wings.

"boom--!"

A dull, loud thud came from below.

The flying boat crashed heavily into the forest, the enormous impact snapping all the trees within a radius of dozens of feet.

Smoke and dust billowed into the sky, mixed with wood chips and broken remnants of spiritual materials, forming a hazy, gray fog under the sunlight.

"Cough cough! Cough cough cough..."

Amidst the smoke and dust, Zhao Wenxuan clung tightly to the broken railing at the bow of the ship, struggling to his feet from the wreckage.

His face was ashen, and he was panting heavily, each breath accompanied by a choking cough from inhaling dust.

His eyes were filled with the fear and disbelief of surviving a disaster.

He suddenly raised his head and looked at the figure in the distance.

Lin Che stood in mid-air, his back to them, the tip of his spear pointing diagonally downwards.

Sunlight shone from behind him, casting a pale golden halo around him, making his tall and straight figure appear as unshakeable as a mountain.

He didn't turn around.

But that figure, at this moment, was more oppressive to Zhao Wenxuan than any words.

Zhao Wenxuan's throat was dry, and he opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

His back was soaked with cold sweat, his clothes clung tightly to his body, and a chill ran through him in the early autumn breeze.

He never expected this—

Lin Che had actually figured out their flight path.

Lin Che actually possessed a spatial teleportation artifact, capable of directly traversing hundreds of feet to precisely intercept and kill them in front of him.

Lin Che... from the very beginning, was never led by the nose by them.

On the contrary, he was the one who led them.

All is over!

He raised his head and looked around at his fellow tribesmen who were also struggling to get up from the wreckage.

Some had missing arms, some were lame, some had faces covered in blood, and some had vacant stares—less than half of those who had started were still alive.

Those who fell into the forest are likely in even worse shape.

He suddenly felt like laughing.

Inviting someone into a trap... But who exactly are they inviting?

Lin Che did not act immediately.

He stood high in the sky, his gaze passing over the wreckage of the flying ship below, and directed towards a direction a hundred miles away.

There, an aura was rapidly approaching.

The aura was violent, furious, and filled with an almost out-of-control killing intent, like a ferocious beast that had been provoked, charging towards them at top speed.

Lin Che's lips curled up slightly.

鏉ヤ 钖楋纻

The next moment—

"Stop right there—!!!"

An old, furious shout, like a thunderclap, rolled in from a hundred miles away!

The intense anger contained in that voice sent a shiver down the spines of the Zhao family members who had miraculously survived in the woods below. They all looked up in the direction from which the voice came.

A figure streaked across the sky like a meteor, carrying overwhelming killing intent and pressure, and instantly approached this airspace!

The newcomer had white hair and beard, a gaunt face, and a long gray-white robe that fluttered in the strong wind as he flew at high speed.

That face, which was usually calm and composed, was now filled with ferocity and indignation.

His slightly cloudy old eyes were fixed on the wreckage of the flying boat below, and on the dead and wounded members of his clan, his eyes almost bursting open!

The person who arrived was none other than Zhao Changkong!

The Golden Core cultivator from the Zhao family who has been hiding for many years!

The moment he sensed the intense fluctuations of the Golden Core's magical power and realized that the plan had changed, he abandoned the trap he had set and rushed frantically toward this place.

Along the way, he prayed countless times, hoping he would make it in time, hoping none of this had happened yet—

But what he saw shattered all his illusions.

The airship was wrecked, its people were killed or wounded, and the land was in ruins.

The flying boat that the Zhao family had poured countless resources into building now lay across the forest like a pile of broken scrap wood.

Those clansmen on whom he had placed so much hope were now either dead or wounded, their cries of agony echoing across the land.

His family, which he had painstakingly built up over many years, and the perfect script of "luring the enemy into a trap," are now in pieces.

Zhao Changkong suddenly raised his head and looked at the figure standing high in the sky holding a gun.

Lin Che.

The head of the Lin family.

The culprit who brought the Zhao family to this point.

"Lin Che—!"

Zhao Changkong's roar resounded through the sky, and the anger and killing intent contained in his voice spread in all directions as if they were real, even causing a gust of wind to rise in the forest below!

"you--!"

He stared intently at the figure, his chest heaving violently, his white beard trembling in the wind.

He had lived for a hundred years and experienced countless storms, and thought he had long since become someone who could not show his emotions.

But at this moment, looking at the dead clansmen and seeing his years of hard work about to be destroyed, he could no longer suppress the anger in his heart.

Lin Che slowly turned around.

He looked at the old face twisted with anger, at those eyes that seemed to be spitting fire, and a faint, unhurried smile still lingered on his lips.

He didn't speak.

He merely raised his spear slightly, the tip pointing at Zhao Changkong.

That gesture was more provocative than any words.

Zhao Changkong, enraged, laughed instead; his laughter was hoarse and shrill.

"Excellent! Excellent! What a fine head of the Lin family! What a fine Golden Core cultivator!"

He suddenly raised his hand, and a long sword, entirely crimson and radiating a scorching aura, flew out from behind him and landed in his palm.

On the blade, faint flame-like patterns flow, gleaming in the sunlight.

"Today, I will personally test your abilities—just how much you, a newly promoted Golden Core cultivator, truly are!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Changkong's aura suddenly surged!

That violent pressure and surging killing intent poured out without reservation at this moment, like a monstrous wave, sweeping wildly towards Lin Che!

A true battle for the Golden Core stage is about to erupt.