Cultivation begins in Qingfeng Market.

Before he could finish speaking, a commotion suddenly broke out outside the hall.

"Who goes there—ah!!"

boom--!!

A blinding bolt of lightning descended from the sky, instantly blasting the two Foundation Establishment cultivators who had flown up to inquire into two charred flaming balls!

Debris flew everywhere, and a large hole was torn open in the roof of the main hall!

Everyone suddenly stood up, their spiritual energy surging, and the hall was filled with brilliant light.

The middle-aged man's face darkened, and with a sway of his body, he was already in mid-air outside the hall.

More than eighty Foundation Establishment cultivators followed closely behind, their spiritual light flashing across the sky. In the blink of an eye, they spread out above the stone hall, occupying the sky for several miles around, completely surrounding the two uninvited guests.

Two figures, one in front of the other and one behind, hovered in the void, separated by a hundred feet.

The one in front, who looked to be in his twenties, was dressed in a blue robe and stood with his hands behind his back, looking as calm as if he were taking a walk in his own backyard.

The slightly older one in the back had faint lightning crackling around him, and he was grinning, his eyes filled with excitement.

"Just you two?" The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes. "Just the two of you, coming to your deaths?"

Lin Zhao did not answer, his gaze sweeping over the Foundation Establishment cultivators around him.

There is one person at the peak of Foundation Establishment, ten people at the late stage of Foundation Establishment, more than twenty people at the middle stage, and more than fifty people at the early stage.

This lineup is even stronger than the intelligence reports suggested.

Especially those ten late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators, their auras were calm and composed, unlike those who came from independent cultivation backgrounds, but rather those sent by certain forces.

He wasn't interested in knowing who it was.

"Let's get started."

As soon as he finished speaking, his domain of magic instantly expanded!

boom--!!

First, an invisible pressure, like a mountain of immense weight, suddenly emanated from Lin Zhao!

The air within several miles suddenly solidified, and the Foundation Establishment cultivators felt a sudden heaviness on their bodies, with their spiritual energy circulation slowing down several times over.

Several early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators who were nearby even lost their footing and fell directly down.

This is the suppressive power of the Five Sacred Mountains' spiritual entities!

Immediately afterwards, a dazzling array phantom flew out, expanding rapidly in the wind and transforming into a massive array covering an area of ​​ten miles in the blink of an eye!

The array diagram echoed the earth veins below, frantically seizing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Visible vortexes of spiritual energy formed in mid-air, converging towards the array diagram!

At the four corners of the formation, four illusory pearls shone brightly—earth, water, fire, and wind each guarded their respective areas, flowing endlessly.

"hold head high--!!!"

A clear and melodious dragon's roar resounded throughout the heavens!

Within the array, a forty-foot-long silver sword dragon suddenly materialized! Every scale gleamed with a sharp sword light, and as the dragon moved, sword energy sliced ​​through the air, emitting a piercing shriek.

Almost simultaneously, another deep dragon roar resounded—on the other side of the array, a pair of enormous four-colored wings unfurled, and an equally massive phantom of an Yinglong appeared, its body pulsating with the spiritual energy of earth, water, fire, and wind, both agile and majestic.

With the blessing of the Law Domain, the two array spirits stood firmly at the peak of Foundation Establishment!

But it's not over yet.

Deep within Lin Zhao's dantian, the dark purple Thunder Gathering Pool suddenly trembled!

The nine thunder pearls roared simultaneously!

Boom—!!

Countless purple electric snakes exploded from his body, coiling, expanding, and surging, converging into a ball around him in the blink of an eye.

The lightning was blinding, turning half the sky a deep purple, and a destructive, scorching atmosphere filled the air.

"hold head high--!!!"

Another dragon roar!

A giant dragon made entirely of lightning roared out from the lightning!

Its body was forty feet long, and every dragon scale was formed from lightning compressed to the extreme. It was deep purple with a hint of white, and the edges of the scales were crackling with electric arcs.

Nine Luminaries Heavenly Dragon!

Lin Zhao moved slightly and landed on the head of the Yinglong phantom.

To his left, a silver sword dragon coiled and swam, its sword aura chilling; to his right, a purple lightning dragon roared with its head held high, its lightning flashing everywhere.

The three enormous creatures, shrouded in the domain of law, resembled three peak Foundation Establishment experts, their oppressive aura covering an area of ​​ten miles!

Those cultivators who had undergone tribulation—whether they were Qi Refining or Foundation Establishment—instantly changed their expressions.

The late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator who was just shouting was now speechless, his mouth agape.

Someone instinctively took half a step back.

The middle-aged man's pupils constricted as he stared at the three dragon-shaped array spirits, then looked at Lin Zhao standing atop Yinglong, his face terribly gloomy.

"Law Domain, who... exactly are you?"

Lin Zhao did not answer.

He simply stood there quietly, his gaze calmly fixed on the eighty-odd Foundation Establishment cultivators before him.

The legal domain is still expanding.

The suppressive force grew heavier and heavier, like an invisible mountain pressing down on everyone's hearts.

The Thunder Gathering Pool slowly rotated within his dantian, continuously converting spiritual energy into magical power to replenish his rapidly depleted energy.

After all, he was only at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, and releasing his three forms at once had almost depleted most of his mana.

However, the Thunder Gathering Pool had already been transformed by him using a large number of low-grade spirit stones before he arrived, and had accumulated three layers of spiritual liquid.

But the spiritual energy stored inside is ten times his own—and it is currently surging in wildly, keeping him at his peak condition.

Within a radius of ten miles, the weather changed dramatically.

The mortals who had been abducted, who had been huddled in their tents, now peeked out and gazed at the breathtaking scene in the sky.

A three-headed dragon hangs in the sky, radiating boundless light.

Young Luo Yu, supporting the middle-aged man, stood by the shack, his head tilted back, his eyes wide open.

"Uncle..." his voice trembled, "That, that's..."

The middle-aged man trembled all over, his eyes reddening.

"Cultivators from the Immortal City...it must be cultivators from the Immortal City..." he murmured. "I knew it...someone would definitely come..."

Looking at the god-like figure standing on Yinglong's back, Luo Yu suddenly felt that the mountains weighing on his heart didn't seem so high anymore.

In the distance, Meng Yong, along with He An and three other Foundation Establishment cultivators, had already deployed on the outer perimeter, sealing off the surrounding area.

He took a deep breath and gripped the magical artifact in his hand tightly.

"Let's do it," he said in a low voice. "After this battle, Dingfeng Plain will be taken over by a different person."

In the center of the basin, above the stone palace.

More than eighty Foundation Establishment cultivators and three fifty-foot-long dragon-shaped array spirits faced off from a distance.

The wind stopped, the clouds dispersed, and even the air seemed to freeze.

Lin Zhao finally spoke, her voice calm and without any fluctuation.

Those who surrender will not be killed.

The middle-aged man's face was ashen, and he forced out two words through clenched teeth:

"dream!"

Lin Zhao nodded slightly.

Let's fight then.

He spread the wings of the Yinglong beneath his feet; the silver sword dragon on his left raised its head and roared, while the purple thunder dragon on his right unleashed blinding lightning—

War is imminent.

But Yan Chiheng made the first move.

A thick bolt of lightning exploded, striking the leader of the Foundation Establishment Peak Tribulation Cultivator. His expression changed drastically, and he summoned several second-tier magic artifacts to block in front of him.

Boom—!!

Lightning exploded, and the magical artifact flashed with spiritual light.

The leader of the calamity cultivators was blasted backward, retreating a hundred feet, and a large part of the stone hall below was also destroyed by the impact.

"Your opponent is me!"