Starting as a prodigy wanting milk? A world-destroying deception in the opposite direction.

"Master..."

Shen Zhen's tense nerves suddenly relaxed, his legs went weak, and his body swayed. Chen Xi rushed over and supported his arm to prevent him from falling.

"Can you still hold on?" Yi Tianxing didn't turn around, his voice was steady, but Shen Zhen could hear a hint of concern in his voice.

Shen Zhen took a deep breath, steadied himself with Chen Xi's help, and took out a pill from his pocket and swallowed it.

Before the medicine had fully taken effect, a gentle yet pure power surged into his brow.

Shen Zhen understood that this was a wisp of true energy transferred from afar by Yi Tianxing. Wherever the warm current passed, the stagnation in his meridians and the pain in his body quickly subsided.

He perked up and straightened his back: "Master, I'm alright now."

Yi Tianxing nodded almost imperceptibly, his gaze locking onto the shaman once more. The trace of concern he had shown earlier had vanished, replaced only by a cold, sharp intensity.

"Are you going to surrender willingly, or should I help you?"

The shaman sneered, "This is Wolf Batu's sacrificial ground. Do you think you can leave here alive?"

He slammed his bone staff down, and the ground around the altar suddenly cracked open, releasing streams of black energy that condensed into skeletal beasts in the air.

Wolves, tigers, bears... Eighteen enormous skeletons of various shapes stood out of thin air, each exuding a second-tier aura, one tier higher than the skeletal giant that attacked Shen Zhen earlier.

"The bone beasts form an array, their life force endless." The shaman's voice was icy. Because Yi Tianxing was only emanating a fourth-tier aura, the shaman concluded that the opponent was at most a mid-fourth-tier cultivator.

"This formation once trapped and killed six late-stage fourth-tier cultivators. Even if you are truly a fourth-tier cultivator, please leave something behind."

Yi Tianxing didn't reply, but simply raised the sword in his hand casually.

Before the sword moved, eighteen golden sword lights, seemingly solid, appeared out of thin air and pierced the heads of each bone beast.

"Clang! Clang! Clang—!"

The sword light collided with the bone beast, producing a series of loud explosions.

The sword intent left a mark about an inch deep on the bone beast's skull, but failed to penetrate it in one strike. The mark slowly healed under the nourishment of the black energy.

"Heh." Yi Tianxing chuckled lightly, his expression unreadable, as if he was disappointed or amused. He took a step forward, and his aura changed accordingly.

It was neither restrained nor fully unleashed, but rather a mysterious state, as if the space he was in was separated from his surroundings.

He flew into the horde of bone beasts as if strolling in a garden.

The sword flashed casually, yet the bone beast's movements inexplicably became sluggish and clumsy in his presence. The sword tip always struck first, hitting a specific bone joint or a point of energy flow.

A series of soft "click" sounds continued.

Wherever he went, the enormous bone beasts collapsed into piles of dry bones.

The shaman's face drained of color, and only now did he realize with horror that he could not fathom the depths of the other party's aura.

The shaman suddenly pulled a bone whistle from his bosom. The whistle's sharp and piercing sound pierced the night sky and spread throughout the entire tribe.

Almost at the same time the whistle blew, three figures rushed out of the tallest stone house in the center of the tribe.

The first person was not particularly burly, but with each step he took, the void seemed to sink slightly, and he was surrounded by a heavy, mountain-like pressure. This was none other than the Wolf Batu Clan Chief.

The ancient tattoos on his face exuded an imposing aura under the moonlight. His gaze swept across the altar before finally settling on Yi Tianxing.

Following closely behind was an old man, thin as a rake with sunken eyes, holding a bone cane. His movements were silent, yet wherever he went, the surrounding air became thick and cold.

The last person to appear, dressed in a long robe embroidered with golden bone patterns and holding a skull scepter, possessed the most powerful and sinister aura, exuding an unquestionable authority; he was none other than the tribe's high priest.

The shaman touched his forehead to the ground, his voice filled with awe and trembling:

"Greetings, Chieftain, Fourth Elder, High Priest!"

After a brief silence, the high priest bowed slightly. He glanced at the chaotic sacrificial ground, his expression grave, and asked:

"Gallo, what's going on? Why hasn't the riot been resolved yet?"

His questioning seemed more like an extension of the will of the clan leader and elders.

The sorcerer Garro said:

"Gallo deserves to die for disturbing the three elders."

This person hijacked the offerings and destroyed my altar; their strength... far exceeds our expectations!

The patriarch remained silent, his gaze still fixed on Yi Tianxing. The Fourth Elder slightly raised his droopy eyelids and let out a soft snort.

Upon hearing this, the high priest looked at Yi Tianxing.

"A sixth-order Divine Blessing Master?" He then looked at Shen Zhen and the others, finally focusing his gaze on the blue lamp in Shen Zhen's hand.

"The Green Lamp..." The high priest's pupils suddenly contracted, a complex emotion of greed, shock, and fear flashing in his eyes for a moment.

"The Night Watchman's lamp... has actually appeared in the world..."

The shaman Garro's eyes widened slightly; only now did he fully realize the terrifying strength of his opponent.

Yi Tianxing held his longsword horizontally in front of him and said calmly, "Oh? The three of you coming at me together? That's quite a challenge."

The high priest slowly shook his head: "No, it's three against three."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than two undisguisedly powerful auras swept across the night sky.

A figure dressed in a moon-white robe, his garments fluttering as if he were arriving on the moon, appeared to be He Wushuang. He landed gracefully to Yi Tianxing's left, bringing with him a chilling aura.

The other man was like a black lightning bolt that cleaved through the night, with a cold and stern face, holding a sheathless broadsword in his hand; he was none other than Zhao Yi.

He landed to Yi Tianxing's right, his gaze sweeping over the three people opposite him, a faint smile playing on his lips as he looked at Yi Tianxing:

"Brother Yi, there's quite a commotion here. Looks like they've got a tough nut to crack; they started gnawing on us before we even arrived?"

Yi Tianxing chuckled:

"I swept away a few insects that were disturbing the peace."

He Wushuang remained silent, simply standing quietly to Yi Tianxing's left, seemingly casual, but ice crystals were already forming around her.

But when He Wushuang and Zhao Yi glanced at Shen Zhen, their eyes held a hint of inquiry.

In the distance, Chen Xi supported Shen Zhen, Ye Zhi Qiu and Zhao Huai Jin, and the Lie Ri Lan tribe members held their breath nervously.

Three sixth-tier powerhouses gathered together, confronting Wolf Batu's strongest combat force. The mere clash of their auras caused their blood to surge, making them almost unable to stand.

The high priest's gaze swept rapidly over Yi Tianxing and the other two, his heart churning with shock.

Yi Tianxing's aura was perfectly harmonious, He Wushuang's was icy cold as if it had never changed, and Zhao Yi's sword intent was domineering and imposing. All of them were top figures in the late stage of the sixth rank.

On the other hand, while their own clan leader was also at the peak of the sixth rank, the fourth elder was unpredictable and cunning, and they themselves were at the mid-stage, the shaman Garrona's third-rank power, which he barely managed to raise through secret methods, was almost negligible in such a duel.

Despite having the advantage of home ground and the altar, the oppressive feeling emanating from the three opponents made him feel a chilling threat.

However, when he caught a glimpse of that green lamp out of the corner of his eye again, an even more fervent determination surged up within him.

This item is worth the gamble!

"For a few sacrifices, the temple actually dispatched three sixth-tier Divine Blessing Masters..." The High Priest's voice was deep.

"It seems you are determined to be my enemy, Wolf Batu."

Yi Tianxing's casual expression softened, and his eyes sharpened.

"A fight to the death? You dare to talk about those four words?"

"A bunch of barbarians hiding in the western frontier practicing evil rituals, do you really think the temple knows nothing about your deeds? Today, we've only come to settle an old score."

The high priest's eyes blazed with ghostly fire: "In that case, no more words are needed! Let's see who's the better fighter!"