My classmates chose martial arts and fantasy, but I chose the prehistoric world.

As soon as Chen Beixuan finished speaking, figures appeared one after another in the void not far to the side.

A dozen or so powerful figures, some with sword energy swirling around them, some with Buddhist light protecting them, and some with demonic energy soaring to the sky, were the rogue cultivators in the Tribulation Transcending stage who had been hiding nearby and observing.

The leader was a man whose body was filled with surging demonic energy, his black robes fluttering in the wind, his face withered, his eyes sunken, and his pupils glowing with a dark red light.

He stood there, his body radiating demonic energy that condensed into a ferocious phantom of a demonic dragon in the void, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, its ferocity overwhelming!

He revealed a mouthful of yellow teeth, his voice hoarse and grating: "Fellow Daoist Beixuan, I am the Demon Wind Hermit, at the peak of the Tribulation Transcending realm, about to ascend... I have come here to make a deal with you."

"If you, fellow Daoist, are willing to share the opportunities of the Upper Realm with me, I am willing to help you crush the Azure Nether Sword Sect!"

Upon hearing this, the two patriarchs of the Azure Sword Sect turned deathly pale.

The Azure Cloud Ancestor abruptly turned his head, staring intently at the demonic cultivator, his voice trembling: "Demon Wind! You—"

"Shut up!"

Without even lifting an eyelid, Demon Wind Hermit casually waved his hand, sending a stream of black demonic energy crashing down on the mountain gate not far from the Azure Cloud Ancestor, blasting a huge hole in it. "Who gave you the right to interrupt me?"

The old ancestor of Qingyun blushed, but swallowed back the words that were about to come out.

He was only at the early stage of the Tribulation Transcending Realm, and facing this veteran demonic cultivator at the peak of the Tribulation Transcending Realm, he could only admit defeat.

The other dozen or so rogue cultivators at the Tribulation Transcending stage also spoke up, saying, "Fellow Daoist Bei Xuan, we agree!"

"If you are willing to share the opportunities of the Upper Realm, we are also willing to lend you a hand and destroy the Azure Nether Sword Sect!"

"good!"

……

This time, all the Tribulation Transcending cultivators on the Azure Nether Sword Sect's side changed color.

The eight external aids, all at the Tribulation Transcending stage, exchanged glances and then tacitly chose to join the opposing side, turning against them.

An old Taoist priest with white eyebrows, who was in the mid-stage of the Tribulation Transcending Realm, spoke first: "Fellow Daoist Bei Xuan, I am Bai Mei Sanren, and my relationship with the Qingming Sword Sect is merely superficial. If you are willing to share your opportunities with me, I am also willing to lend you a helping hand."

"I second that!"

"That's what I think too."

"Fellow Daoist, faced with such an opportunity, my insignificant relationship with the Azure Nether Sword Sect is utterly worthless. If you so desire, we are willing to serve as your vanguard and raze the Azure Nether Sword Sect to the ground!"

The eight Tribulation Transcending stage external aids invited by the Azure Sword Sect made their statements one after another, each with a clear stance.

The two patriarchs of the Azure Sword Sect exchanged a glance, both seeing the despair in each other's eyes.

What kind of nonsense is this?

With the addition of the eight who betrayed them in the face of battle, the Azure Sword Sect was now facing an army of more than twenty people at the Tribulation Transcending stage!

The cultivators watching from afar were already dumbfounded.

"This...this is too outrageous! All the outside help that the Azure Sword Sect invited has betrayed them?"

"Nonsense! That's an opportunity from the Upper Realm! A heaven-defying inheritance that allows a Golden Core cultivator to reach the Tribulation Transcending stage in just a hundred years! If it were me, I would definitely choose the opportunity over friendship!"

"The Azure Sword Sect is probably really doomed this time..."

The Azure Cloud Ancestor gritted his teeth, looked at Chen Beixuan, and said in a hoarse voice, "Fellow Daoist, if you are willing to spare my Azure Nether Sword Sect, we two are willing to offer up the entire treasure trove of our sect and swear never to be your enemy!"

Chen Beixuan glanced at him but did not answer.

He simply raised his hand slowly.

A sword appeared in his hand.

The sword is entirely white, with a pale golden pattern flowing along its spine, as if it were alive.

As soon as the sword was drawn, the surrounding temperature dropped sharply, and a thin layer of frost condensed in the air.

Before the sword intent was even unleashed, it sent a chill down the spines of all the Tribulation Transcending cultivators present!

"This aura..."

Demon Wind Hermit's pupils contracted as he stared intently at the sword. "It's at least a mid-grade immortal artifact... no, it might even be a high-grade immortal artifact!"

"A top-grade immortal artifact?!"

"High-grade immortal artifacts are extremely rare even in the immortal realm! How could they possibly appear in the lower realm?"

"What level of inheritance did he receive?"

Greedy eyes were fixed on the sword.

Demon Wind Hermit's eyes flashed with a sharp light. He licked his lips, his voice becoming even hoarser: "Fellow Daoist Bei Xuan, with this immortal sword in hand, and with our assistance, let alone destroying the Azure Nether Sword Sect, sweeping across the entire Wind and Dust Realm is not impossible! What has your consideration been, Fellow Daoist?"

Chen Beixuan gripped the sword, glanced down at the golden patterns flowing on its blade, and then looked at Mofeng Sanren.

"You just said you wanted me to share this opportunity with you?"

Mofeng Sanren's smile froze, instinctively sensing that something was amiss.

"The inheritance I received was left behind by a powerful immortal."

Chen Beixuan said calmly, "His lifelong learning, his cultivation techniques, his elixirs, and his magical artifacts are all here with me."

"You want it?"

He glanced at all the Tribulation Transcending cultivators present, a half-smile playing on his lips.

"Then come and get it yourself."

As soon as he finished speaking, he swung his sword!

There were no sword moves, no sword techniques, just a simple horizontal slash.

A white sword light emanated from the tip of the sword.

The sword light was only about three feet long at first, but the moment it left the sword, it swelled into a white ribbon that stretched across the sky!

Where the sword light passed, a dark crack silently appeared in the void, with white frost condensing at the edges, as if even space itself had been frozen.

Before the smile on Mofeng Sanren's face could fade, the sword light was already upon him.

His pupils shrank sharply, and he let out a fierce roar. Demonic energy surged wildly from his body, condensing into a pitch-black demonic energy shield in front of him. Countless illusory skeletons appeared on the shield, emitting sharp howls.

At the same time, a jet-black demonic blade appeared in his hand, its blade ignited with black demonic flames, and he slashed at the sword light.

As expected of a cultivator at the peak of the Tribulation Transcending stage, he was still able to unleash his full power even in a hurry!

however--

A flash of sword light!

The demonic shield tore apart like paper, and the skeletal phantom's roar abruptly ceased.

The demonic blade broke in two, and the black demonic flames were extinguished.

Before the primordial spirit of the Demon Wind Hermit could escape, it was annihilated.

His head flew high into the air, his eyes still showing disbelief.

The headless corpse stood for a moment before collapsing with a thud, its demonic energy dissipating and turning into a wisp of black smoke that vanished into the void.

A veteran demonic cultivator at the peak of the Tribulation Transcending stage, on the verge of ascension, was killed by a single sword strike before he could even utter a scream, his body and soul annihilated!

The entire room fell silent!

Those rogue cultivators in the Tribulation Transcending stage who were just shouting to share the opportunity were now frozen in place. The greed on their faces hadn't even had time to disappear before fear completely replaced them!

The white-browed old Taoist's lips trembled, and he almost dropped the whisk in his hand.

The others were either deathly pale, sweat pouring down their foreheads, or their legs were trembling.

The cultivators watching from afar didn't dare to even breathe loudly.

One sword strike instantly kills a peak Tribulation Transcending Realm cultivator...

What kind of combat power is this?!