Cultivation begins in Qingfeng Market.

He roared, swinging his blade and spinning to unleash a devastating slash! A ring of crimson flames suddenly expanded, its power temporarily reaching the threshold of the late Foundation Establishment stage.

It violently shook away most of the surrounding green lotus swords, and even caused considerable cracks to appear on the leaves of more than a dozen of the closest green lotus swords!

Lin Zhao's eyes narrowed slightly, her mind racing, and she quickly retrieved all the lotus leaves.

Seventy-two streaks of azure light rolled back.

Taking advantage of this brief respite, Liu Xingyuan disregarded the backlash and once again activated his spiritual light, soaring into the sky.

"Trying to leave?" Lin Zhao's voice was icy, and the Azure Lotus Sword in his hand was already raised high above his head.

The spiritual power and sword intent were poured into the sword without reservation, and the sword shone brightly, attracting the surrounding spiritual energy to gather wildly, forming a phantom of a giant blue sword that was more than 20 feet tall!

The terrifying aura emanating from the giant sword was aimed directly at Liu Xingyuan, who was trying to escape below—this was the "Heavenly Sword," modeled after Qin Tianjun's sword.

At the same time, the Azure Lotus Dao Foundation within his dantian trembled slightly, and a wisp of pure Azure Lotus power spontaneously surged out, injecting into the giant sword phantom.

"Buzz—!"

The giant sword phantom instantly solidified several times over, its azure light became even purer, and its power surged!

"cut!"

Lin Zhao swung his sword down. The giant azure lotus sword, over thirty feet long, crashed down with a deafening roar! The air was compressed to its limit and then exploded, producing a thunderous sound. Even before the sword arrived, the ground below had already begun to crack and sink!

Liu Xingyuan let out a desperate roar, pouring all his remaining magic power, along with the power he gained from burning his blood essence, into the small silver shield in his hand.

The small shield's light surged to its maximum, transforming into a massive silver light barrier that met the descending azure pillar from above.

boom!!!!

The azure and silver lights collided violently, unleashing a light more dazzling than the sun! A terrifying shockwave swept out in a ring.

The trees within a radius of hundreds of feet were uprooted! The earth trembled, and smoke and dust mixed with spiritual light shot into the sky, forming a small mushroom cloud.

The stalemate lasted only two or three breaths.

"Click..."

A faint yet distinct cracking sound rang out. The first crack appeared on the silver light barrier, then spread rapidly like a spider web.

"No—!" Liu Xingyuan's eyes were bloodshot.

The next moment, the cyan giant sword crushed the silver light barrier with overwhelming force and slashed down fiercely!

"BOOM—!!!"

Amidst the earth-shaking roar, a terrifying sword mark hundreds of feet long was left on the spot.

Liu Xingyuan's figure was completely swallowed up by the earth, rocks, and sword light.

However, at the very last moment, a faint glimmer of blood-red light escaped from the center of the explosion and shot wildly toward the Liu family—it was Liu Xingyuan's life-saving blood escape technique, which he had used at some unknown cost!

"They actually had a backup plan." Lin Zhao, high in the sky, was surprised.

However, his powerful divine sense, comparable to that of the late Foundation Establishment stage, had already firmly locked onto his opponent.

A silver glint flashed in his eyes—the Sword Eye of Illusion!

An invisible yet incredibly sharp divine sense surged forth, traversing space and instantly piercing into that speck of blood-red light.

The blood-red light trembled violently, its speed decreased sharply, and a muffled groan came from within, clearly indicating that the soul had been injured.

But Liu Xingyuan's will was resilient; after a few flashes of blood-red light, he still struggled to fly forward.

"The Five Elements Gathering Lock!"

Lin Zhao formed a hand seal, and five-colored spiritual light flowed from his fingertips, transforming into five agile, snake-like chains of spiritual energy that shimmered with different lusters.

The shackles chased after it, intertwining and binding as if they were alive, instantly setting up a small trap around that speck of blood!

What's even more amazing is that the moment the Five Elements Convergence Lock is formed, the spiritual energy of the five elements within a radius of several miles is briefly disturbed.

For Foundation Establishment cultivators who rely on drawing in external spiritual energy, this is tantamount to sinking into a quagmire!

The speed of that blood-red light plummeted again, its glow flickering erratically, before finally falling helplessly from mid-air, revealing Liu Xingyuan's blood-soaked figure.

Lin Zhao gave him no further chances. A small, shimmering purple bell flew out from his sleeve; it was the Soul-Suppressing Bell, a top-grade first-tier magic weapon he had obtained before establishing his foundation.

Spiritual energy surged in.

"Thump—!"

A resounding bell chime, penetrating to the very soul, enveloped Liu Xingyuan below.

Liu Xingyuan was already injured in spirit and soul, and this attack made him feel as if he had been struck by lightning.

It's now!

Lin Zhao pointed her fingers like a sword, and then pointed at the target from afar.

Breaking the Law Needle!

The thin, almost transparent black needle-like shadow silently swept past, piercing through Liu Xingyuan's brow.

Liu Xingyuan's body trembled violently, his unfocused gaze instantly froze, and then completely dimmed.

The last vestige of struggle within him, like a candle flickering in the wind, quietly extinguished.

This Foundation Establishment cultivator, who had ruled the Liu family for a century and was ambitious enough to seize the position of the market lord, died and disappeared.

Lin Zhao let out a soft breath and raised his hand to retrieve several magical artifacts.

Although he was far stronger than his opponent in this battle, his opponent was experienced and had many magical artifacts, which made it quite difficult for him. He had to use almost all of his magic to finally succeed.

That's how real life-or-death battles are; plans can never keep up with changes, and your opponent will never act according to your plan.

The clan chief previously said that he fought Liu Xingyuan to a draw, but no one knew what methods he used.

Just as he killed Liu Xingyuan and collected the storage bag, the second-tier magic weapon Crimson Longsword, and the second-tier gray flying boat.

Master Feiyu has made his move.

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Above the Liu family's ancestral land, Master Feiyu stood suspended in mid-air, his white robes fluttering in the night wind.

His usual lazy smile had vanished, leaving only an icy calm.

Behind it, a pair of incredibly powerful wings of light suddenly unfolded, with a wingspan of over twenty feet. Every feather was clearly visible, exuding an incomparably sharp aura.

He looked up, and his wings of light slowly rose, gathering destructive power.

Then, he swung it downwards with a sudden motion!

"Sky-Splitting Blade!"

Two enormous, crescent-shaped white light blades, each tens of feet long and as solid as a physical object, crisscrossed and tore through the night sky, slashing fiercely at the layers of protective formations of the Liu family's ancestral land below, which were shimmering with spiritual light!

"BOOM—!!!"

The dazzling white light clashed wildly with the various array lights.

The Liu family's protective formation, built up over a century, crumbled under this terrifying attack, comparable to that of a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Like paper, it was sliced ​​open layer by layer, finally letting out a mournful cry of unbearable strain, and shattered with a crash! The broken fragments of spiritual light scattered like raindrops.

As soon as the formation broke, Master Feiyu transformed into a white streak of light and instantly shot into the core of the Liu family's ancestral land. His wings of light did not retract; instead, they fluttered gently.

“Swish, swish, swish—!”

Countless tiny white feathers, each about a foot long and with sharp, knife-like edges, shot out from his wings like a storm!

These light feathers moved with incredible speed and followed treacherous trajectories, precisely grazing past every Liu family cultivator.

The only sounds were the faint hissing of a sharp blade cutting through flesh and the dull thud of a body falling to the ground.

Wherever he went, it was magnificent yet cruel, with corpses strewn across the fields and rivers of blood flowing, like a grim reaper.

The last surviving member of the Liu family, now in his late twilight years, was attempting a final desperate gamble.

Master Feiyu remained expressionless, but his enormous wings of light flapped gently once more.

A white wing blade, refined to its fullest extent, struck first, piercing the chest of the withered figure in an instant, extinguishing its last breath and roar in mid-air.

His body fell limply.