What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

A fierce wind, carrying suffocatingly hot air, raged across the small clearing in the jungle.

The towering ancient trees all around were violently shaken by this airflow, their branches and leaves rubbing against each other and groaning under the strain.

The thick layer of withered branches and fallen leaves on the ground even emitted wisps of smoke under the baking effect of Shi Jing's domineering and unparalleled fire-attribute inner energy.

Black marks began to appear at the edges.

However, faced with this terrifying pressure that would make ordinary cultivators' legs go weak, Qingyunzi, who was at the forefront, not only did not retreat half a step, but instead showed a relaxed smile on his face.

He stretched out a hand and slowly stroked the goatee on his chin.

Then, his gaze swept across the ten-meter distance, landing on Shi Jing's tattered clothes and the terrifying knife wound on his chest that was still oozing black, malevolent energy.

Qingyunzi chuckled, breaking the deathly silence in the arena:

"I wondered what kind of deity this kid had offended, ending up in such a miserable state, almost dying."

So, it turns out, I've fallen into your hands, Shi Jing.

"Then this kid's downfall wasn't unjust."

Upon hearing these words, Shi Jing's facial muscles twitched slightly, and his brows furrowed deeply.

He snorted coldly and said, "So it's you, you old Taoist priest?"

Shi Jing's gaze swept back and forth over Qing Yunzi, his eyes growing increasingly sinister.

"What? Is that kid lying on the ground a junior from your Maoshan sect?"

Is it worth it for you, old man, to abandon your hermitage in the mountains and come all the way to this remote forest to stand up for him?

Faced with Shi Jing's questioning and hostility, Qing Yunzi simply waved his hand lightly.

His smile faded slightly, replaced by a calm expression.

Then he began to speak:

"I wouldn't call myself a junior; Maoshan wouldn't be able to teach such a fierce and murderous disciple."

However, he and I do have a past relationship.

At this point, Qingyunzi paused for a moment.

His previously casual stance suddenly became slightly more subdued, and a grandmaster aura, no less powerful than Shi Jing's, slowly rose from his somewhat thin body.

He looked at Shi Jing and said, word by word, "So, I'm taking this kid with me today."

"take away?"

Upon hearing this, Shi Jing seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, and let out a low, cold laugh.

"I have spent so much effort on this plan, and this brat has damaged my very essence."

Even if the King of Heaven himself came today, he would still die here!

Shi Jing's voice suddenly rose, and his dark red inner energy surged violently, scorching and distorting the surrounding air.

He stared intently at Qingyunzi, his eyes flashing with a bloodthirsty light:

"Perfect! Let me see if you've improved at all these years since we last sparred, and whether you can take him away!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Shi Jing gave the other party no time to react and attacked directly.

"boom!"

A muffled thud exploded on the spot.

The ground where Shi Jing had been standing was now riddled with a crater two meters in diameter and half a meter deep, created by the terrifying force of his powerful stomping.

Dirt and gravel flew in all directions like bullets.

Using this enormous reaction force, Shi Jing's figure instantly transformed into a dark red afterimage.

With a ferocious momentum like burning rivers and boiling seas, it rushed straight at Qingyunzi, who was ten meters away.

Before the person even arrived, the scorching wind from the punch, like a tangible wall of fire, pressed down fiercely.

Faced with this overwhelming attack, Qingyunzi remained unfazed.

With a sudden flick of his wide blue sleeves, he swiftly formed a Taoist hand seal in front of his chest with one hand.

"disease!"

With a low shout, three yellow talismans covered with intricate cinnabar patterns flew out from his sleeves.

The three talismans grew taller in mid-air, spontaneously combusting without fire, instantly transforming into three translucent shields radiating brilliant golden light, layer upon layer blocking Qingyunzi's path.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Shi Jing's heavy fist, enveloped in intense fire-attribute internal energy, slammed fiercely into the golden shield.

Three deafening roars followed in quick succession. The three seemingly indestructible Taoist shields held out for less than a second against Shi Jing's ferocious power.

It shattered like fragile glass, turning into countless golden specks of light that dissipated into the air.

But that one second gained was enough for Qingyunzi to make his next move.

He moved with a mysterious and powerful footwork, his figure like a willow leaf fluttering in the wind, gliding past Shi Jing's fierce and unparalleled fist.

In the instant they brushed past each other, Qingyunzi pointed his fingers like a sword, holding a talisman that shimmered with a ghostly blue light between his fingertips, and precisely struck an acupoint on Shi Jing's wrist.

"break!"

The dark blue talisman exploded instantly, spewing out a chilling aura that attempted to freeze the surging internal energy within Shi Jing's meridians.

"A trivial skill!"

Shi Jing let out a roar, the muscles in his arms suddenly bulged, and his dark red inner energy broke through the blockade of the cold air like boiling magma.

The fingertips even produced a sharp sonic boom.

Qingyunzi snorted coldly and retreated rapidly again, raising both hands in quick succession.

This time, he demonstrated the unfathomable depth of the Maoshan lineage.

A dozen or so talismans of different colors were tossed into the air like flowers scattered by a celestial maiden.

Driven by Qingyunzi's profound magical power, these talismans instantly transformed into a sky-filling offensive.

Thunderbolts as thick as buckets, carrying the overwhelming might of heaven to destroy everything, struck down one after another from mid-air.

Some transformed into invisible wind blades, weaving together into an impenetrable, strangling net.

Others transformed into burning fireballs, raining down on Shi Jing like a meteor shower.

Shi Jingze was not afraid at all.

He completely abandoned his defenses, pushing his fire-attribute inner energy to its limit, letting the wound on his chest, eroded by the baleful energy, continue to tear open.

Then, he concentrated all his strength into his fists.

Every punch he threw carried an indomitable and fierce momentum.

The lightning struck his protective aura, exploding into bursts of blinding electric light.

The wind blades cut through his clothes, but could not leave deep wounds on his hard, iron-like skin.

He punched each fireball, blasting them into a sky full of sparks.

This is a clash between the profound Taoist arts and pure physical combat techniques.

The two fought at an extremely fast speed; all that could be seen in the arena were two afterimages, one green and one red, constantly colliding, separating, and colliding again.

Each clash erupted with a deafening roar, accompanied by a blinding flash of light that illuminated the dark jungle.

This once tranquil and lush primeval forest suffered devastating destruction in this catastrophe that resembled a battle between gods.

Those towering ancient trees, which had grown for hundreds of years and required two or three people to encircle, were as fragile as paper in the face of the terrifying aftershocks emanating from the two's battle.

The tree trunk was instantly ignited and carbonized by the force of Shi Jing's punch, and then collapsed with a crash.

Struck by Qingyunzi's lightning talisman, the huge tree canopy exploded into countless burning pieces of wood, which flew in all directions.