Devour: Can you also draw entries from clone projection worlds?

The wind on the mountain was strong, making the pine forest rustle like a thousand horses galloping.

You stand atop an old pine tree on the outskirts of the crowd, overlooking the entire battlefield.

This is a spot you carefully chose; it's not too conspicuous to attract attention, yet you can still see every detail clearly.

The Lingbo Weibu technique allowed you to silently ascend the tree. Although there were people watching the battle from the tree, clearly no one noticed you, and no one would have thought that such a master as you would be hiding in the tree watching the battle.

The standoff in the arena had lasted for the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn.

Ding Chunqiu stood on the north side, waving a feather fan, his face arrogant, his apricot-yellow Taoist robe fluttering in the wind.

Behind them, dozens of Xingxiu Sect disciples were chanting in unison: "Xingxiu Immortal, your magic power is boundless! Your supernatural abilities are vast, your power extends throughout the Central Plains!"

The singing was loud and clear, echoing endlessly in the valley. But if you listened carefully, you could hear the disciples' bluster and cowardice. There was three parts praise, fanaticism and worship, three parts self-preservation, fear of being beaten to death by Ding Chunqiu, three parts ambition, wanting to replace Ding Chunqiu, and one part of mysterious self-confidence.

Murong Fu stood to the east of Ding Chunqiu, dressed in white with a long sword at his waist. He had a handsome face and an extraordinary demeanor. Behind him stood several retainers, including Bao Butong and Feng Bo'e, all with solemn expressions.

Murong Fu's gaze swept over Qiao Feng, Xu Zhu, and Duan Yu, as if he were plotting something.

You Tanzhi stood on the west side, wearing an iron mask that revealed only a pair of empty, cold eyes. He exuded a chilling aura, and even the ground beneath his feet was covered in frost.

On the south side is the main group of three: Qiao Feng, Xu Zhu, and Duan Yu.

Qiao Feng stood at the very front, bare-handed, dressed in a gray cloth robe, his back ramrod straight. His face was rugged, with thick eyebrows and large eyes, exuding an imposing aura without anger. His gaze was calm and resolute, like a deep pool.

Xu Zhu stood to Qiao Feng's left. He was short and fat, with an ugly appearance, and wore a faded gray monk's robe.

He kept his hands clasped together, looking very meek and docile, like an ordinary little monk, posing no threat whatsoever.

But... only you on the field might know that this "little monk" possesses the seventy years of Beiming internal energy of Wuyazi, as well as some of the Xiaoyao Sect's unique skills that Tianshan Tonglao and Li Qiushui may have already taught him.

Duan Yu stood to Qiao Feng's right, dressed in white, holding a folding fan, exuding elegance, with a faint smile almost always on his face, looking very relaxed and at ease.

But you notice that his right index finger is slightly bent, which is the starting stance of the Six Meridians Divine Sword. It's clear that you once taught him "the first strike is the best defense," and he has taken some of that advice to heart.

As for him, although his "Six Meridian Divine Sword" was unpredictable, it was like a machine gun, invisible and colorless. In a real fight, no one could stop it, and it was even more unpredictable.

"Qiao Feng!" Ding Chunqiu's voice was sharp and piercing. "You colluded with the Khitans and betrayed the Song Dynasty. Today, all the heroes of the world are gathered here. What do you have to say for yourself?"

Qiao Feng did not answer, but just stared at you coldly.

You, on the other hand, felt utterly speechless. How come even that old scoundrel Ding Chunqiu has learned to stand on the moral high ground? Is this really right?

Ding Chunqiu felt uneasy under those eyes, and waved his feather fan even faster: "What? Speechless? Then quickly surrender!"

"Ding Chunqiu," Qiao Feng finally spoke, his voice deep and resonant, like the booming of a great bell, "If you want to fight, then fight. Why waste time with all this nonsense?"

If it were someone from the Beggars' Sect, it wouldn't be so bad; he genuinely felt his Khitan identity was undeniable. But this mere old scoundrel Ding—all he could say was, "Heh heh."

Ding Chunqiu's expression changed, and he slammed his feather fan shut: "Fine! Since you're courting death, don't blame me for being impolite!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he flashed forward like a ghost and pounced on Qiao Feng.

Before he arrived, the wind from his palm struck first. Ding Chunqiu's palm wind carried a sweet and cloying fragrance, which was his unique poison technique, "Three Laughs of Carefree Powder." Once poisoned, one would die after laughing three times, and there was no antidote.

Qiao Feng neither dodged nor avoided the attack, but met it head-on with a palm strike.

"Bang!"

The two palms collided, producing a dull thud, and the shockwave swept outwards, kicking up dust several feet high.

Ding Chunqiu's body jolted violently, and he staggered back three steps, crushing the stone slab beneath his feet.

Qiao Feng remained motionless, but the ground beneath his feet sank by half an inch.

Ding Chunqiu's expression changed. He looked down at his palm, where there was a charred handprint, a burn from Qiao Feng's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.

His poison skills were completely ineffective against Qiao Feng; they weren't neutralized, but rather directly evaporated by Qiao Feng's extremely powerful and masculine internal energy.

"What a fine Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms technique!" Ding Chunqiu gritted his teeth. "But do you think you can defeat me like this?"

Despite this, he suddenly turned around and struck Xu Zhu with a palm, clearly wanting to find a slightly weaker opponent.

Xu Zhu was chanting Buddhist scriptures, almost oblivious to what was happening outside. He didn't expect Ding Chunqiu to suddenly attack him, and instinctively raised his hand to block.

"Bang!"

When their palms met, Xu Zhu swayed, while Ding Chunqiu staggered back seven or eight steps, his face deathly pale.

"You..." Ding Chunqiu stared at Xu Zhu with wide eyes, his face full of disbelief.

What?! This little monk's internal strength is even deeper than Qiao Feng's!

How could this be? Absolutely impossible!

Just then, Murong Fu made his move.

You know that Ding Chunqiu alone can't defeat Qiao Feng; they have to join forces.

He drew his sword, its blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight, and thrust it straight at Xu Zhu's throat. The sword was swift and ruthless, its tip whistling through the air, and it reached Xu Zhu in the blink of an eye.

Before Xu Zhu could react, Duan Yu had already made his move.

"laugh!"

An invisible sword aura shot out from Duan Yu's index finger and accurately struck Murong Fu's sword.

Murong Fu's sword was immediately deflected, leaving a dent the size of a soybean on its blade.

Murong Fu's expression changed drastically. He quickly retreated, looking down at his sword with shock in his eyes.

"What kind of martial art is this?"

"Six Meridian Divine Sword!" someone exclaimed.

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

The Six Meridian Divine Sword is the ultimate martial art of the Dali Duan family, said to have been lost for over a century. Unexpectedly, it has reappeared in the hands of a young man today.

Duan Yu withdrew his finger and said with a grin, "Young Master Murong, please forgive me."

Murong Fu's face was terribly gloomy. His sword had been chipped by Duan Yu's sword energy, which was an utter disgrace to him.

But he couldn't act rashly. The Six Meridians Divine Sword was formless and intangible, impossible to defend against, and he truly didn't know if he could block the next strike.

You Tanzhi rushed forward all by himself.

He didn't use his palm technique, but instead directly rammed into Duan Yu. His body had been modified by the Ice Silkworm Poison Technique, making it as hard as iron. The force of this impact was no less than a thousand pounds.

Duan Yu slipped, activated his Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique), and floated past You Tanzhi like a falling leaf.

You Tanzhi missed his target and crashed headfirst into a large tree, snapping the thick pine tree in half and sending wood chips flying everywhere.

Duan Yu's expression changed instantly. He knew You Tanzhi was strong, but he didn't expect him to be this strong.

"Big brother, second brother, leave this Iron Mask to me!" Duan Yu shouted, activating his Lingbo Weibu at full power, moving around You Tanzhi and occasionally pointing out the Six Meridians Divine Sword.

Although You Tanzhi's body was tough, the sword energy of the Six Meridians Divine Sword was indestructible, leaving several bloody marks on his body.

You Tanzhi roared repeatedly, but he couldn't catch up with Duan Yu at all, and could only spin around like a trapped beast.