Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

Amos suppressed his fear and quickly scanned Xilun's entire body.

Although his aura was powerful, there was a slight stagnation in the flow of his energy.

Moreover, the opponent's physique and strength have not yet been fully refined and perfected.

"The third-tier physique is not yet fully perfected, and the strength has not been completely condensed into one."

Amos spoke in a cold voice, both to his companions and to convince himself.

"This level of strength is no match for Tinos."

"He's talking big."

Upon hearing this, the tense expressions of the group from Kuanglong Cave eased slightly.

Xilun, however, took another step forward.

This time, the spearhead was less than two zhang away from Amos.

"Since you think I'm just boasting, why don't you make a move?"

Amos's expression grew increasingly grim.

He could sense that Xilun was injured and was certain that the other party had not yet truly entered the third-tier extreme realm.

However, the oppressive aura emanating from his opponent, honed through countless life-or-death battles, prevented him from making the first move.

This kind of aura cannot be possessed simply by relying on one's cultivation level.

That's the instinctive deterrent that only comes from people who have walked step by step out of corpses and blood.

Amos's eyes flickered, and he suddenly spoke:

"If this person is really as powerful as he claims, why doesn't he just kill us all?"

"What does it mean that he hasn't made a move yet?"

"This shows he wasn't confident."

"All show and no substance."

As soon as he finished speaking, the momentum of the crowd behind him indeed regrouped.

Xilun looked at Amos, a very faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"You think I can't kill you?"

He took another step forward.

The spear tip then rose, pointing at Amos's brow.

At this moment, the power of the Overturning Sea Technique within Xilun's body surged like an undercurrent.

Thunder Dragon's heart pounded heavily.

A streak of golden electricity suddenly leaped from the spearhead and landed on the rock between the two men.

boom!

A dark hole, the size of a finger joint, silently appeared on the surface of the rock.

Amos's pupils contracted slightly.

The bearded man behind him was already hot-tempered, and after being repeatedly pressured by Xilun, his face had turned red.

He suddenly drew the heavy sword from his back.

"Seriously, this kid's too arrogant!"

"Let me go up and test his skills!"

"No matter how skilled he is, he couldn't possibly surpass a true disciple. Could he possibly kill me in one move?"

He spoke harshly, but didn't immediately take a step.

Amos glanced at him and suddenly said:

"We had already investigated this person's whereabouts before we came."

"Even while severely injured, he killed a third-tier extraordinary individual in one move."

The bearded man's anger froze instantly.

The only sound in the woods was the wind.

The man with the short gun had a shifty look in his eyes and subconsciously took another step back.

He had witnessed his companion's wrist being snapped by Xilen, and he had also seen the short, stocky man whose sternum was shattered by a single punch.

Looking back now, the person in front of me, from Qing Shi Yi to now, although his words sound arrogant, seems to have never actually failed to do them.

The bearded man coughed and slowly lowered the heavy sword he had raised.

"Since the true master has already made arrangements, I will not act without authorization."

Amos's face turned ashen.

Those who had just volunteered to fight were now retreating faster than anyone else.

However, he dared not directly order the other party to their death.

If Xilun truly possesses the power to severely injure a third-tier extraordinary individual, any probing would mean losing a subordinate.

Just as the two sides were locked in a stalemate, the sound of rapid hoofbeats suddenly came from the distant mountains and forests.

Da da da!

The sound of horses' hooves pounding on the mountain rocks grew louder as they approached.

Immediately afterwards, a clear, resonant clang of a weapon echoed from outside the forest. A chilling aura spread rapidly, and even the edges of the leaves condensed into a fine layer of white frost.

Amos was taken aback at first, then his face lit up with joy.

"It's the Lancelot brothers!"

He turned abruptly and looked towards the end of the mountain path.

A tall, galloping horse broke through the thin mist and sped along the mountain path through the forest.

The man on horseback stood ramrod straight, the Cold Tide Blade strapped to his back, his body radiating a chilling aura. Fuya followed closely behind on another horse.

Before they even got really close, Lancelot's voice had already traveled through the mountains and forests.

"For several years, no one has impersonated a disciple of my Holy Light Monastery."

"You're the first one."

The galloping horse suddenly slowed down a few dozen paces away.

Lancelot flipped to the ground, his boots shattering the thin ice beneath him, and slowly placed his right hand on the hilt of the Frost Tide Blade.

He looked toward Xilun from ten steps away.

"That's interesting."

"I hope you're not too weak, at least enough to give me a little exercise."

"Otherwise, this trip would be too boring."

The moment Lancelot landed, the tense atmosphere in front of the cliff instantly changed.

Amos's fear quickly faded, replaced by barely suppressed joy.

Lancelot is the twenty-second inner courtyard of the Holy Light Monastery.

If this ranking were placed before the Hunting Day, it would have been enough to make most Tier 3 Extraordinary individuals tremble with fear.

Having now undergone the trials of the Blackwater Abyss and acquired a considerable amount of black crystals and materials, Lancelot's strength will only be greater than before.

More importantly, this person was actually from the Holy Light Monastery.

Isn't this Wu Shisan in front of me the one who keeps claiming to be a disciple of the monastery?

Now that the real person has arrived, let's see how he tries to pretend.

Amos took two steps forward, his expression returning to its haughty state.

"Brother Lancelot, you've come at the perfect time."

"This man not only killed my Mad Dragon Cave disciples, but also impersonated a disciple of the Holy Light Monastery's Disciplinary Academy all the way. He even uttered arrogant words just now, saying that Tinos, the second-ranked disciple of the Inner Court, had been defeated by him."

"If such an arrogant person is not dealt with severely, what will become of the prestige of the Holy Light Monastery?"

The man with the short gun quickly chimed in:

"That's right, he even used the monastery's name to commit murder at Qing Shi Yi, clearly trying to pin the crime on the monastery!"

Xilun glanced at him.

The man with the short gun felt a chill and immediately hid behind Amos.

Lancelot ignored the shouts of the people in the Mad Dragon Cave.

From the moment he landed, his gaze remained fixed on Xiren's face.

Familiar with.

For some reason, the man with the gun in front of him gave him a very familiar feeling.

The other person had many small, scattered scars on their face, some of which had just scabbed over.

Her black hair, which hadn't been cut in a long time, fell down in a mess, covering her eyebrows, eyes, and most of her face.

Compared to the person in my memory, the facial features of the person in front of me have also changed subtly.

Her skin was paler, her cheekbones were slightly higher, and even the depths of her eyes held a faint weariness and coldness.

But that spear...

Lancelot's gaze fell on the Thunder Spear.

After being refined by the Spirit Transformation Gold, the gun's appearance has changed, and several golden lightning patterns have appeared on its surface.

But he seemed to have seen that unique aura of intertwined lightning and water energy not long ago.

Fuya dismounted and came to Lancelot's side.

She scrutinized Xilun for a moment and said in a low voice:

"The aura is very strong."

Lancelot nodded slightly.

It's not just about being strong.

If the person in front of me had been in the inner courtyard, he would definitely be in the top fifty, or even higher.

Such a person should not remain unknown.

However, the hunting day had just ended, and most of the truly capable disciples in the inner courtyard were still near the monastery.

Even if someone left beforehand, it would be impossible for them to travel hundreds of miles in such a short time to appear on this remote mountain cliff.

unless……

A figure flashed through Lancelot's mind.

The disciplinary academy disciple who mysteriously disappeared during the Blackwater Abyss incident and failed to return even after the wonderland closed.

Weston.

He then gently shook his head.

impossible.

The monastery deacons have already checked the exit of the wonderland, but still have not found any trace of Siren.

Some speculate that he was swept into a spatial rift deep within the Blackwater Abyss, while others believe he died in the sealing mutation.

If one were truly swept away by the spatial rift, the chances of survival would be extremely slim.

Moreover, the person in front of him did not look like Xilun.

Xiren noticed Lancelot's changing expression.

Xilun recognized the other party's identity the moment he appeared.

They had clashed in the Broken Mountains and had also joined forces to kill the third-tier Extreme Realm Beast King, the Purple Giant Lizard.

Lancelot also gave him three pieces of thunder ore to help Thunder Eagle complete its initial transformation.

Although they weren't exactly sworn brothers, they did have a rather pleasant period of cooperation.

However, the spatial turbulence somehow altered part of his face.

Even the Lanzel sisters only recognize him as he is now, so it's understandable that Lancelot wouldn't recognize him at first glance.

Xilun was in no hurry to reveal his identity.

He wanted to know what level of strength he had reached in his normal state after obtaining the ancient water essence in the Blackwater Abyss and experiencing spatial turbulence and a series of battles.

Lancelot is undoubtedly a very suitable opponent.

They have enough strength, but they won't actually go all out in a sparring match.

Xilun gripped the Thunder Spear and calmly said:

"I was originally a disciple of the inner court of the Holy Light Monastery."

"How could this be false?"

Amos gave a cold smile.

Even at a time like this, they still dare to be stubborn.

Lancelot suppressed the sense of familiarity he felt in his heart with anger.

"You say you're a disciple of a monastery?"

"And where is your identity token?"

"What about the disciples' attire?"

Xilun replied:

Why do you need to bring these things when you go out?

Lancelot seemed to have heard something utterly ridiculous.

"Identity tokens can prove one's identity and also provide convenience when stationed at monasteries in various locations. Disciple attire can further avoid many unnecessary misunderstandings."

"Since there are benefits, why not bring them?"

Xiren looked at Lancelot, his tone still calm.

"This senior brother..."

"I am not your senior brother."

Lancelot interrupted him directly.

Xilun paused for a moment, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"This gentleman..."

"I dare not call you my brother."

Lancelot interrupted again.

Fuya, standing beside her, slightly twitched her eyebrows.

She knew Lancelot too well; she knew he was truly enraged at this moment.

Impersonating a monastery disciple had already crossed his line, but the other party kept trying to establish a relationship with him through words.

If it weren't for wanting to find out if there were other forces behind this person, Lancelot would probably have already drawn his sword.

Xilun, however, was not angry.

"And this monk..."

This time, Lancelot didn't interrupt again, but just looked at him coldly.

Xilun said slowly:

"Let me ask you."

"Since you've ventured out on this journey, what are you seeking—convenience or spiritual practice?"

"How do others perceive you? Do they see you as an extraordinary individual, a monk, or simply as a disciple of the Holy Light Monastery?"

"Do these people fawn over you because of your power, or because of the monastery behind you?"

Lancelot was taken aback.

Amos's smile also became somewhat stiff.

His attitude changed drastically after meeting Lancelot, and he did indeed intend to use the power of the Holy Light Monastery to pressure Xilun.

If Lanslow were just an ordinary Tier 3 cultivator with no background, even if he knew the other party was incredibly strong, he would never have acted so enthusiastically.

A mountain breeze blows.

Lancelot remained silent for a moment, then let out a cold snort.

"You're just spouting nonsense."

"Identity and strength are both part of cultivation. The monastery protects its disciples, and the disciples uphold the monastery's reputation; the two are inseparable."

"Besides, no matter how high-sounding your words are, it doesn't change the fact that you're impersonating someone else."

He took a step forward.

The Cold Tide Blade trembled slightly inside its sheath, and a chilling white aura spread along the ground.

"The fact that you impersonated a disciple of the Holy Light Monastery alone is enough to wipe out your faction and clan."

Amos's eyes lit up, and he added at the opportune moment:

"According to our investigation, this person's nickname is Wu Shisan, and he seems to be from the Langte family near the Chaotic Sea."

"That was just an obscure little family."

Lancelot's eyes grew even colder.

"You are young, but your cultivation is not weak. You should have a bright future."

"Unfortunately, they went astray."

"Now the Narant family will also be purged because of you."

Xilun frowned slightly.

The Langte family was just an identity he made up on the spot at Qingshiyi.

However, the other party's attitude of wanting to exterminate the entire family without distinguishing right from wrong still made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

"Which academy are you a disciple of?"

Lancelot was caught off guard by Siren's sudden question and instinctively answered:

"Naturally, it's the Deacon's Office."

He realized something was wrong as soon as he said it.

Why should I answer a question from an imposter?

Xilun had already nodded.

"Although I am a disciple of the disciplinary hall, the extraordinary are those who achieve the highest level."

"With my abilities, I could barely be considered your mentor."

Lancelot's eye twitched slightly.

Fuya couldn't help but turn her face away, as if trying to hide something.

This way of speaking is starting to sound more and more like one person?

Xiren continued:

"Not only do you disrespect your teachers and elders, but you also want to exterminate an innocent clan before you have even investigated the facts."

"Such blatant boasting certainly deserves a lesson."

"Today I will use the Overturning Sea Technique to teach you a lesson, so that you will understand what it means to respect your teacher and value the Way."

Amos and the others were dumbfounded.

They thought they were arrogant enough, but they never expected that this Wu Shisan would dare to act as a monastery master in front of Lancelot.

Lancelot's face darkened completely.

But just as he was about to draw his sword, that inexplicable sense of familiarity resurfaced from the depths of his heart once again.

Correctional institution.

The feat of overturning the sea.

Long spear.

Thunder Magic.

Coupled with this calm yet infuriating way of speaking...

Unless this person is truly Siron.

Lancelot squinted, re-examining the scarred face before him.

If it is Xilun, why would his appearance change?

If it weren't for Xilun, how would an outside cultivator know about the Overturning Sea Technique?

Although this inner court technique is not a top secret, it is absolutely impossible for a small family to obtain it at will.

Just as Lancelot was about to continue thinking, Siron raised his spear.

The tip of the gun sliced ​​through the air, producing a low hum.

A flash of lightning suddenly appeared.

All of Lancelot's distracting thoughts vanished instantly.

He gripped the Cold Tide Blade in his right hand, his body instinctively entering a fighting stance.

Clang!

The blade is drawn.

The chilling white air condensed into a ring of air waves, spreading in all directions.

The nearby tree trunks were quickly covered with a thin layer of frost, and the gravel on the ground made a fine cracking sound.