Are you really trying to cultivate immortality? Something feels off.

The arrow pierced the air, and Wei Qiqing raised his hand: "Wind and Thunder in Myriad Forms!"

A whirlwind quickly formed around him, and any arrows that entered it would be mercilessly shredded.

But the sharp arrow, carrying a deadly chill, grazed past Wei Qiqing without hesitation, carrying the dawn of holy seal magic—

It instantly struck Song Lingyue, who had the lowest cultivation level, behind him.

"Ah!" Song Lingyue clutched her shoulder, which had been pierced by a bullet, in pain.

A tearing pain swept over her, and not only that, half of her spiritual power was instantly drained away!

Song Lingyue looked up in shock, meeting Xie Weixing's confident smile.

While harming someone, the Holy Seal Spiritual Technique can absorb the other person's spiritual power and return it to itself.

Xie Weixing always felt that this magic manual was too overpowered.

It feels like the next second will be the moment my opponent switches to a knife, sprays graffiti, smears corpse oil on themselves, and then starts laughing maniacally while sucking my blood.

He curled his lips slightly and looked at Wei Qiqing provocatively.

Since he's only concerned with protecting himself, then don't blame him for attacking the weakest one in their group first.

Upon seeing his fellow disciple injured, Wei Qiqing was enraged and raised his hand, instantly enveloping the area in a circle of spiritual energy.

Nie Shiyun raised her hand and tossed out a communication talisman: "Quickly!"

Xie Weixing drew his bow again, narrowed one eye, his Adam's apple bobbing clearly, and uttered a deep, resonant voice: "Come."

[You've turned the cultivation world into an FPS game, haven't you?]

[Here come the three brothers again! Come on, friends in the observation room, click the follow button in the upper left corner!]

[Reported, please punish the fried fish vendor (not really)]

[This accuracy? Xie Weixing, I agree to let you go play that game with the Dragon Palace where I kill one and you kiss me!]

[A veteran in the job market]

[Have you ever played a purple-haired duelist with a second-tier attack? Do you know anything about the Mexican female ghost? Have you ever carried a Chinese woman in ranked matches?]

Yu Xintang chuckled lightly, a cold smile playing on her lips. In an instant, dozens of talismans appeared in her hand, sweeping towards the crowd: "Spirit-Locking Talismans!"

As a sword cultivator, Wei Qiqing was unaware that someone had tampered with his sword. When he encountered an opponent, he couldn't even pull it out, which was an utter disgrace.

Before even taking action, you've already lost half the battle in terms of mindset.

Suddenly, a blazing golden light shone brightly—

Standing at the far side, Yuejiao rapidly formed hand seals with her fingertips, condensing a thick layer of pure gold spiritual power into a giant wheel, which crashed out with a roar.

"Bang—!"

The spirit-locking talisman shattered instantly.

Yuejiao's white sleeves trembled with light as she said in a deep voice, "Wei Qiqing, don't fall into their trap. The other two sects will arrive shortly. They won't be able to be so arrogant for long."

A golden barrier rose from the ground, forming a domain.

Xie Weixing felt a slight tremor in the bowstring and raised an eyebrow gently.

It was actually a golden spiritual root at the Nascent Soul stage.

He squinted to aim, then suddenly released his grip.

"Whoosh—!"

An arrow carrying icicles was suddenly shot out, heading towards Ren Wenxue in the corner.

"Water Transformation Technique!" She raised her hand to conjure a water shield to defend herself, but was severely injured by the arrow. Her internal organs trembled, and she retreated in a sorry state.

She looked up in shock at the numbness in her hand.

The boy who was only at the Foundation Establishment stage two years ago at Qingmu Mountain has now surpassed her in cultivation.

"You..." Her teeth were chattering, "You're a monster..."

Before they even officially started fighting, they had already lost one late Foundation Establishment stage disciple and one mid-Golden Core stage disciple among their direct disciples.

Yuejiao snorted coldly, standing at the forefront. Her golden spiritual root power surged forth, her ten fingers forming a seal, and golden light crashed down: "Golden Seal Suppression!"

In the end, they're just two Golden Core cultivators!

The heavy, golden seal crashed down mercilessly, its sharp golden energy tearing through the wind layer and firmly suppressing the movement of all the wind talismans.

Jin Kefeng instantly caused the wind-elemental spiritual energy around him to become stagnant and stagnant, and the layers of wind shields were pressed inward and trembled.

Yu Xintang's face turned pale for a moment, and her brows furrowed slightly.

Is this the Nascent Soul Realm?

Wei Qiqing, standing to the side, fully activated his spiritual root, his robes fluttering wildly as countless azure wind blades swirled and crisscrossed the sky. He roared, shaking the entire arena: "Long Wind Curtain!"

Thousands of fine, sharp wind strands intertwined to form a giant, strangling net, sealing off the left and right sides. The wind was so fierce that it caused the air to explode layer by layer.

Nie Shiyun, a direct descendant of Nie Zhao from the Southern River lineage, brandished a crimson flame that surged within his hand, his eyes sharp and piercing: "Azure Flame Demise!"

A raging wall of fire spread horizontally, the heat distorting the air, deliberately targeting Xie Weixing's ice spirit root, trying to burn the icy intent contained in his arrow.

The oppressive force of the golden wind and fire suddenly locked down the entire area, encircling the area from three sides and giving them no room to breathe.

Yu Xintang's fingertips swiftly drew several Golden Core Realm wind blade runes: "A thousand winds, ten thousand blades, shattered jade!"

A violent gust of wind exploded from his body, barely managing to repel the approaching wind blades, but was firmly suppressed by the giant golden seal of the moon, and the wind collapsed layer by layer as soon as it started.

Xie Weixing's back tensed slightly, his longbow fully drawn: "Thousand Mountains—"

His slender fingers gripped the bow, and his fingertips suddenly released the bowstring, producing a clear, resonant sound that vibrated through the air.

"Shattered Moon!"

"Shattered Moon Over a Thousand Mountains" is an archery manual that Feng Yu devised overnight after learning that he wanted to practice archery.

In the cultivation world, only a handful of weapon cultivators are famous for their archery skills, unlike those who can easily find swords, talismans, and medicines.

Therefore, this manual is extremely precious, and Feng Yu searched for a long time before finding one suitable for him.

The long arrow, carrying a chilling aura, streaked through the air with a narrow, cold light as it cut through the air, its sharp, piercing sound almost transforming into a line of cold rainbow.

The arrowhead, solidified to its absolute limit, pierced the heatwave with its cold gleam.

Unfortunately, there were two Nascent Soul Realm cultivators on the other side, and the three-way suppression was too strong. The arrow's momentum was blocked and worn down by the wind, fire, and metal interwoven barrier as soon as it touched the edge.

Wei Qiqing's face turned pale; he hadn't expected this Golden Core Realm youth to be so troublesome.

As expected, they are disciples taught by those old monsters of the Feng Hua Sect.

Nie Shiyun smirked: "You actually dared to make a move? I've been waiting for you!"

Taking advantage of Xie's momentary lapse in consciousness as he drew his bow, she unleashed a burst of fiery energy: "Heaven-Burning Sword, Scorching the Nine Desolations!"

The move she used was the same as Nie Zhao's. Xie Weixing knew how powerful this technique was, and without hesitation, he pulled the bow back to his side.

"Bodhi Ice Sprout!"

He moved swiftly and narrowly dodged the attack, but a piece of his clothing was grazed by the flames and instantly turned to ashes because he couldn't dodge in time.

Two Golden Core cultivators against two Nascent Soul cultivators, with several Golden Core and Foundation Establishment cultivators nearby, were indeed struggling too much.

Just as the two were about to fall into a disadvantageous position, suddenly, two bursts of spiritual energy pierced through the battlefield.

Flames soared into the sky in the distance as Nie Zhao unleashed the full power of his Phoenix Flame, its crimson aura sweeping across the area. His tone was cold and arrogant: "Bullying the weak with numbers, bullying the small with strength. Yue Jiao, Wei Qiqing, did you even ask for my permission before daring to touch the people of the Feng Hua Sect?"

Unlike Nie Shiyun's Southern River Fire, Nie Zhao's Phoenix Fire carries the purest and fiercest power of the phoenix bloodline, blazing and domineering, tearing apart the wall of fire in the opposite direction.

Fire against fire, flame against flame, instantly dispersing the heatwave that was scorching Xie Weixing and Yu Xintang.

Nie Shiyun watched as her flames were steadily suppressed by the Phoenix Fire, and even struggling was a futile hope. Her heart tightened.