A god-level alchemist, starting by manually crafting forbidden pills.

Luo Fan looked up.

He watched as the terrifying energy sphere drew ever closer, powerful enough to level the entire area.

His gaze was calm.

He put away his fire-breathing sword.

Spread out your left hand.

A pale blue flame quietly appeared.

The flames leaped and danced, their heat barely perceptible, instead making the surrounding air seem frozen.

Open your right hand.

A piece of milky-white chalcedony, radiating a chilling aura, lay quietly in the palm of my hand.

On the high platform.

Sikong Jue's eyes narrowed suddenly.

He recognized the pale blue flame.

It is the spiritual fire of heaven and earth!

That milky-white chalcedony is no less precious than the water-spirit treasure of the Nether Spring and Cold Fire.

This child has such an opportunity!

His killing intent instantly intensified to an extreme.

next moment.

Luo Fan clasped his hands together.

The cold fire of the secluded spring and the millennium-old jade marrow began to merge.

Ice and fire.

Two extremely opposing forces.

They frantically tore, collided, and merged in his palm.

Each collision unleashed a blinding flash of light.

Each interaction exudes a heart-stirring energy.

Everyone in the audience held their breath.

They couldn't understand what it was.

But they could sense the terror of that power.

at last.

A fist-sized, two-colored flame lotus flower took shape in Luo Fan's palm.

Half of it is a deep, dark blue, capable of freezing the soul.

Half of it is crystal clear, yet it burns with an invisible flame.

Ice and fire.

A perfect blend.

The red gull's energy ball is already overhead!

Luo Fan flicked his finger.

The flaming lotus slowly flew out, heading towards the enormous energy sphere.

The two met in mid-air.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

boom-!!!!

An indescribable roar followed.

The blinding light engulfed everything.

The entire training ground seemed to be bathed in the blazing sun.

Everyone instinctively closed their eyes.

The center of the explosion.

A violent energy storm raged wildly.

On the high platform, several sect leaders simultaneously erected protective shields to protect their respective disciples.

But the residual force of the shockwave still caused the protective shield to tremble violently.

I don't know how much time passed.

Perhaps only a few breaths.

The light finally faded.

The smoke and dust settled slowly.

The moment they opened their eyes, everyone froze.

The arena has disappeared.

All that remained was a giant pit, tens of feet in diameter and bottomless.

The edge of the pit bottom.

A figure knelt on one knee, panting heavily.

In the center of the pit.

Another figure was lying there.

Not moving at all.

His body was badly mutilated, and his only remaining arm had also disappeared.

silence.

A deathly silence.

a long time.

Several disciples of the Zhengyang Sect stumbled and fell into the giant pit.

They approached the red gull, probing his breath and then his lower abdomen.

His face turned deathly pale in the blink of an eye.

"Senior Brother Chi-Kuou...is dead!"

"He's dead!"

Grief, shock, disbelief—various emotions intertwined on the faces of the Zhengyang Sect disciples.

Their senior brother.

The number one among the younger generation of the Zhengyang Sect.

died.

He died in the ring.

He died in full view of everyone.

The entire audience erupted in uproar!

Luo Fan stood up, put a elixir in his mouth, and swallowed it.

He stared at the figure at the bottom of the pit.

There was no sense of pride.

There was no mockery.

His eyes were calm as still water.

On the high platform.

Sikong Jue stood up abruptly.

The seat he was sitting on turned to dust at that moment.

The terrifying pressure of the Nascent Soul expert erupted suddenly, enveloping the entire training ground!

Everyone felt a sinking feeling, and it became difficult to breathe.

Sikong Jue's gloomy, murderous gaze instantly locked onto Luo Fan.

"Luo Fan—!"

He spat out the name through gritted teeth, then added, "How dare you slaughter my sect's disciples indiscriminately!"

"Such an arrogant and audacious wretch, how could I possibly spare your life!"

Before he could finish speaking...

He struck out with his palm!

A terrifying crimson palm print, carrying the power to destroy the heavens and the earth, slammed towards Luo Fan!

The power of this palm strike is enough to blast a Golden Core cultivator into dust!

A gasp of surprise erupted from the audience!

Luo Fan looked up.

He watched as the terrifying palm print drew ever closer, powerful enough to blast him to dust.

Instead, he laughed.

He laughed without any fear.

In Sikong Jue's eyes, this was a blatant provocation.

The palm print was about to devour him!

boom--!!!

The blinding light made everyone close their eyes.

"Xiao Fan!!!"

Bai Jie bit her red lips and almost instinctively rushed out.

But Xie Nantian grabbed him.

"Junior Sister Bai! Danger!"

"Let me go!"

Bai Jie's eyes were red as she stared intently at the area shrouded in the energy storm.

Xiong Chumo's delicate body trembled slightly, her mouth agape, frozen in place.

"Junior Brother Luo..."

Lu Qingdai's eyes were red.

Midozhi was stunned for a moment, her face turned pale, and her heart was stabbed hard.

Qin Wushuang clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Luo Jiyao, who was standing next to her, stopped breathing.

Xie Nantian gritted his teeth, staring intently at the epicenter of the explosion.

Chu Wuyai's hand was already gripping the sword hilt.

Even though he knew that rushing in would only lead to his death.

But he did not let go.

Yan Wujiu stood up.

He didn't speak, but just stared at the crimson light, his playful expression completely gone.

On the contrary, it exuded a chilling murderous aura.

The disciples of the Zhengyang Sect all wore smug, sinister smiles.

"Serves you right!"

"Killing our senior brother, this is the consequence!"

The members of Xuantian Sect and Qingyun Sect were filled with worry and anger.

The light gradually faded away.

Two figures stood in front of Luo Fan.

One green, one purple.

Yunxi stood with her hands behind her back, a cool, ethereal light shielding Luo Fan firmly behind her.

Liu Linglong stood beside her, her smile still languid, but her eyes had lost their warmth.

Luo Fan stood behind them.

Unharmed.

Bai Jie's legs went weak, and she almost fell to the ground.

Xiong Chumo let out a long breath, patting her soft, bouncy chest, "That scared me to death!"

Lu Qingdai lowered her hand from her mouth, her eyes still red, and smiled.

Qin Wushuang slowly loosened her clenched fist, revealing four deep fingernail marks in her palm.

On the high platform.

Sikong Jue's face was ashen.

He stared at the two people blocking Luo Fan's way, his eyes flashing with cold light.

Yunxi met his gaze and spoke in a calm tone.

"Senior Brother Sikong, if you wish to fight, we sisters will gladly oblige. Why make things difficult for a junior?"

Upon hearing this...

Sikong Jue sneered.

"Luo Fan killed my disciple; this is an open secret. Are you going to cover it up?"

"So what if it is? So what if it isn't?"

Yunxi's voice remained very soft.

"Even if I were to give up all my skills today, I would not let you harm a single hair on his head."

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone was stunned by Yunxi's words.

This is for the sake of one disciple, and they are willing to go to war with the Zhengyang Sect head-on!

"Senior Brother Sikong, Xiaofan is my precious darling."

Liu Linglong and Yunxi stood side by side.

She stepped forward. "If you want to kill him, you'd better step over my dead body first."

Her voice was soft and sweet, her smile charming, and her words sent a shiver down everyone's spine.

The crowd below the stage erupted in uproar.

The audience at the Peach Blossom Pavilion felt their eyes welling up with tears.

Xie Nantian clenched his fist.

Chu Wuyai's gaze fell on Liu Linglong.

Then he looked at Yunxi, and then at Luo Fan.

A glimmer of understanding appeared in his eyes.

It turned out to be the case.

This is a deadly trap set for the red gull.

He was not only avenging Ji Kun, but also eliminating someone who could threaten them in the future.

Luo Fan stood behind the two of them.

He looked at the two slender yet determined figures in front of him.

Yunxi, half-step Nascent Soul.

Liu Linglong, eighth level of Golden Core.

Even if the two of them joined forces, they would most likely not be a match for Sikong Jue.

Moreover, this is the territory of the Zhengyang Sect.

They know this better than anyone else.

But they did not back down.

Not a single step.

A strange emotion welled up in Luo Fan's heart.

That's the feeling of being protected.

He hadn't experienced this for a very, very long time since the old man left.

Sikong Jue's face turned completely gloomy.

"Okay, very good."

He gritted his teeth and said, word by word, "Then I, this humble one, will experience the extraordinary skills of my two junior sisters!"

Before he finished speaking, his overwhelming pressure, which was almost at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, crushed over them!

Yunxi remained expressionless as she circulated her spiritual energy.

Liu Linglong also stopped smiling, and a cold glint flashed in her eyes.

The atmosphere was tense, like a battleground.

Count me in!

The laughter broke the heavy atmosphere.

Master Qingyang walked out with a smile.

He took a step and was already in front of Yunxi.

He flicked his whisk and looked at Sikong Jue with a smile.

"I am itching to spar with someone, but unfortunately I have very few worthy opponents."

His smile grew even more amiable. "Brother Sikong, on the other hand, seems like a good candidate."

Sikong Jue's face darkened even further.

Before he could speak.

Another burst of laughter rang out.

"You old codger, trying to hog all the food? Did you even ask me?"

Master Xuanming arrived through the air and landed beside True Man Qingyang.

Master Qingyang rolled his eyes.

"You're everywhere, always getting involved in everything."

Master Xuanming ignored him.

He walked over to Luo Fan and patted him on the shoulder.

The force was very light.

"Brother Sikong, you are the master of the number one sect in the immortal realm."

"If I were to attack a junior, it would be a laughingstock if word got out."

He turned to Sikong Jue, "How about I and Brother Qingyang keep you company for a while?"