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

"I have not made a mistake," Ni Ziyuan said firmly, not giving an inch. "The Dragon Scale Origin is a treasure left behind by an ancient true dragon, and it belongs to the bloodline of my Sulin Clan. It is currently stored in the Fenghua Sect and does not belong to your sect. Today, my Suyu Sect has come to retrieve our clan's treasure, which is only right and proper."

These words are arrogant and domineering; they twist the truth in just a few sentences, turning what was forcibly taken into account as what was rightfully theirs.

Tan Suiting coldly said, "As for the dragon scales, one belongs to my senior brother Xie Weixing. He personally brought them out from Wanjian Mountain. Now that he is not here, the sect is keeping them safe. Even if we take a step back and consider ancestry, we should recognize the East Sea Taixu Dragon Clan and return to the ancient Dragon Abyss. What are you, Suyu Sect?"

He frowned slightly, a hint of disgust in his eyes for a pure-blooded dragon prince: "Nameless and without status, you only dare to bark when your masters are away. Do I have to pluck out your tongues one by one before you can have some peace and quiet?"

Ni Ziyuan sneered, a sinister glint in his eyes: "Little brat, you're quite the smooth talker. Your Fenghua Sect is hoarding my clan's most precious treasure. How selfish and domineering! Do you really think I wouldn't dare to lay a hand on you?"

"Is that so?" Nie Zhao pulled the person behind him, slightly raised his chin, and Feng Zhi suddenly emerged from his body, bringing with it arrogant flames. "Try it."

Shen Chunri sneered and said bluntly, "Let's not even talk about whether you can beat us. If you dare to attack us, does your Suyu Sect still want to have any standing in the three major states?"

Looking around, which of the several close disciples present did not come from a distinguished family?

This lineage includes the Phoenix Maiden, the young master of Penglai Realm, the only pure-blooded daughter of the Azure Serpent Clan, and the Crown Prince of the Eastern Sea Taixu Dragon Clan.

When it comes to family power, the Jade Clan is simply no match for them.

"Arrogant brat," the middle-aged cultivator standing beside him said coldly, raising his eyes. "Cultivators of the Three Realms reached a consensus a thousand years ago. Within the three states of Yan, Jing, and Qing, sect feuds are not bound by family rules. Even if your East Sea Dragon Clan holds a high position and great power, do you intend to break the rules today?"

"What a load of rubbish!" Nie Zhao said coldly. "Your son is dying, and you don't follow the rules either. Otherwise, would you have taken advantage of Master's seclusion to come up the mountain today and steal the Dragon Scale?"

"Exactly," Shen Chunri chimed in. "You're all eloquent when it comes to teaching others, but when it comes to yourselves, you play dead, huh? Let me tell you, our sect has a powerful background!"

Yu Xintang conjured a talisman at her fingertips and raised an eyebrow slightly: "The Feng Hua Sect may not have much else, but it has powerful and influential disciples; you can have as many as you want."

Ni Ziyuan lost his patience, his tone suddenly sharpening, his spiritual energy surging: "No matter what you say, I must obtain this item today! Either you hand over the Dragon Scale voluntarily, or I will take men to retrieve it myself!"

Yu Xintang's brows furrowed slightly, and her gentle expression finally turned cold.

"Taking advantage of Master and Uncle's absence, they try to bully people," Tan Suiting said coldly, his fingers slowly tightening around Feng Lian. "Cowardly sect."

Shen Chunri sneered, "Fine, then! Do you think I'm afraid of you?!"

From an official standpoint, the Feng Hua Sect would never allow anyone to take away their treasure at will. What difference would that make from being slapped in the face?

Personally, this is Xie Weixing's spiritual artifact, something he left behind after being seriously injured and on the verge of death. How could he possibly give it away to someone else?

Therefore, whether for personal or public reasons, they have absolutely no chance of handing over the Dragon Scale.

Tan Suiting's eyes were dark and almost pitch black, with slightly upturned corners, exuding a fierce aura that seemed to cut through bone with a cold blade, sending a chilling sensation through the face.

His eyes were devoid of any emotion, only a calm killing intent. He uttered a few words as if they were shattering ice: "You think you can take my senior brother's Dragon Scale?"

"I'm not qualified."

Ni Ziyuan's last shred of patience vanished completely, and he angrily rebuked, "Stubborn to the end!"

Having finally learned that the two old fogies of the Feng Hua Sect were in seclusion, and with such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity before him, he would never back down because of a few words of argument.

He wanted to save his son.

"Since the Feng Hua Sect insists on seizing the treasure of my Su Yu Sect, then don't blame me for being impolite!"

The moment he finished speaking, Ni Ziyuan suddenly flicked his sleeve.

"Let's do it!"

At his command, the twelve core disciples of the Suyu Sect behind him attacked simultaneously.

Several figures in black robes shot out simultaneously, their scale-like spiritual power surging, and a chilling spiritual aura swept across the entire mountain gate, instantly sealing it off.

Tan Suiting remained calm and pronounced the verdict: "He is courting death."

The moment Feng Lian's sword was drawn, there was not a single faint sword sound; it only emitted a wisp of extremely cold, frosty light.

Quiet, sharp, and awe-inspiringly profound.

Dragon patterns lit up one after another on the sword, slowly flowing along the long, straight spine. The cool sword color was wrapped with tiny lightning bolts, both cold and sharp.

"Splitter the Sky," he coldly rebuked.

A single sword strike pierced the air, even causing the airflow to freeze slightly.

His Highness the Crown Prince held the sword with remarkable stability, his long, slender fingers with tightly knuckled joints, and his wrist bones taut with a sharp, clean arc.

There are no fancy moves; every move is a killing blow.

Before they could even see how he made his move, the three disciples in front of them were instantly swept away.

"puff--!"

The leader coughed up blood, his face filled with shock.

Is this the kind of power a teenager can unleash?

Tan Suiting's eyes were sharp and aloof. He flipped his wrist and Feng Lianjian smoothly drew out a tiny, dense sword flower. The frost-colored sword light suddenly exploded, and fine lightning bolts spread out in layers.

The sword intent was aimed directly at Ni Ziyuan!

The latter frowned and shouted, "Senior! Please make a move!"

The cultivator who had been standing beside Ni Ziyuan for a long time finally moved.

His attack was imbued with vast internal energy, his body exuding overwhelming killing intent, carrying a heavy pressure, and his spiritual power was profound and enduring.

His cultivation level has at least reached the Taixu Realm, far surpassing that of Sect Master Ni Ziyuan.

They actually brought out their own sect's patriarch and grand elder; they really are determined to bully the child.

"Your cultivation is impressive, young man," the black-clad cultivator sneered, "but your brilliance is too exposed; too much strength leads to weakness. You are ignorant of your own limitations. Watch how I capture you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, dark spiritual energy surged from his palm.

In an instant, black waves surged like a tidal wave, layer upon layer, endless and boundless, carrying a suction force that could devour everything and countless tiny, sharp water blades, and suddenly rushed towards Tan Suiting!

"Capture me in one strike?" Tan Suiting sneered. Fenglian Sword trembled and hummed. He turned and kicked back, his dragon energy exploding outwards. Then, he slammed his foot into the blade. "Wishful thinking!"

A cold glint flashed in the black-clad cultivator's eyes.

Since they've made their move, their intention is to crush the Feng Hua Sect, its sharpest and most formidable weapon, in one fell swoop.

He suddenly clenched his fingers, flipped his palm downwards, and shouted, "Locking down a thousand peaks!"

The moves are instantaneous, fierce, and dangerous.

The originally overwhelming dark spiritual tide instantly contracted and condensed, transforming into thousands of pitch-black chains that precisely locked onto Tan Suiting.

The sound of the spirit lock piercing through the air was shrill and sharp, and it arrived in front of him in an instant.

Such an imposing aura indicates that this person's cultivation level must be above everyone else present.

Tan Suiting gave a very light, cold snort.

What is the Void Realm? If someone wants to take my senior brother's Dragon Scale, he'll beat up even a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator without hesitation!

Tan Suiting exerted force with his wrist, about to raise his sword.

Right now!

A golden sword feather pierced the air, its tail carrying a terrifying pale blue sharpness. The sharp arrow energy tore through the sky and accurately struck the water-colored blade locked onto Tan Suiting.

"Zheng—!"

The piercing, crisp sound of metal striking metal echoed throughout the entire mountain gate.

The domineering and unpredictable overwhelming spiritual power was shattered inch by inch by this arrow, like thin ice meeting a raging fire, and was completely crushed before everyone's eyes, with black spiritual dust scattering in the wind.

A single arrow pierces the dawn!

The young man in black robes fluttered, moving so fast he was just a blur, and stood atop the high platform, his presence awe-inspiring: "Hey, why are you sending people to our doorstep?"

All the cultivators looked up at the same time.

The person was born with a beautiful face, with extremely expressive peach blossom eyes, the corners of which were naturally slightly upturned, and the lines were soft and beautiful.

"My Dragon Scales," he said, his eyes carrying a touch of nonchalant languor, seemingly concealing his chilling sword intent beneath a facade of alluring beauty, his smile laced with murderous intent, "and you dare touch them?"

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