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

Tan Suiting stepped back and made a quick decision: "Little snake, break the core formation. Leave the left flank to me; cut off their formation eye."

Shen Chunri responded seriously, raised his hand to conjure poisonous vines, and quickly rushed into the formation.

Seeing that a mere medicine cultivator dared to charge into their formation, the four disciples of the Suyu Sect immediately changed their formation without hesitation. Layer upon layer of scale-patterned spells surrounded and attacked, while their chilling spiritual energy pressed directly against the girl's body.

Shen Chunri snorted coldly and sprang up as swiftly as a cheetah. Her slender yet firm legs suddenly bent at the knees and slammed into the other man's sternum, the muffled sound of bones breaking suddenly exploding out.

The disciple of the Suyu Sect froze instantly. The excruciating pain of his broken sternum prevented him from moving, and he could only gasp in shock, "You!"

Isn't he a medicine cultivator?

"Trash!" A core disciple of the Suyu Sect roared angrily, raising his hand to conjure a jet-black scale blade, aiming straight for Shen Chunri's heart. "A mere medicine cultivator dares to break my Suyu Sect's Thousand Scale Formation!"

The blade had not yet touched Shen Chunri.

A sword light flashed!

Nie Zhao's gaze was indifferent, while Feng Zhi lightly parried, deflected the force, and counter-stabbed in one smooth motion.

"With a wicked heart," she said coldly, kicking the man away violently. "No matter how high your cultivation level is, it's all for naught."

Shen Chunri chimed in, "Exactly! I'll beat you all to a pulp today!"

Her figure moved like a green snake, weaving and dodging between the attacks of several Suyu Sect disciples. Her movements were extremely agile, avoiding layers of slashing scales. Thin, long, green poisonous threads condensed from her fingertips, like a snake spitting its tongue: "Withering and flourishing, green spirit, a thousand snakes entwining silk."

The snake venom precisely wrapped around the spiritual veins of the two disciples' wrists, and the poison quickly entered their bodies along the spiritual threads.

"You!" The leading disciple's eyes widened. "Using poison? Utterly shameless!"

Upon hearing this, Shen Chunri nimbly dodged the black mist killing blade, and said sarcastically, "I'm a medicine cultivator. Do you think I can fight without poison, or use holy words to move your filthy heart and help you, you idiot, pass on? With such a foul mouth, don't be begging for mercy on your knees later!"

The poison power at her fingertips surged, and she precisely shot out a wisp of emerald poison through the gaps in the formation, silently entangling the dantian of the arrogant disciple.

In an instant, the man's face turned ashen, his spiritual power collapsed, and he screamed as he was sent flying.

Other disciples of the Suyu Sect wanted to step forward, but a sword suddenly pierced through the formation, slicing through the spiritual meridians on their shoulders.

The disciple looked up and saw a longsword that was entirely deep purple. He murmured in shock, "You're not...?"

Yu Xintang held the Four Directions Sword, its light swirling like a landscape painting. With a flick of her sleeve, she raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on her lips: "Who told you that talisman cultivators can't use swords?"

The disciples' eyelids twitched violently.

What kind of monsters are in the Feng Hua Sect?

With the combined efforts of the group, the disciple at the center of the formation was violently forced back.

Looking at the left flank battlefield, Tan Suiting had already engaged in a bloody battle.

The twelve disciples scattered and staggered backward. Their formation was completely lost. They used up their last bit of spiritual power and unleashed the final blow of the Thousand Scale Formation!

A massive black wave surged toward Tan Sui Pavilion.

Seeing an opportunity, Ni Ziyuan's eyes sharpened. He raised his wrist and thrust his sword forward, shouting, "Ignorant brat! Quickly admit defeat and come with me!"

Tan Suiting glanced sideways, and Feng Lian's pale green sword flashed upwards, its tip swirling in a circle along the gap in the incoming black mist: "Moonlight over the river, autumn wind crossing—"

The chilling sword energy rippled outwards like waves, and the black mist with scales that clung to the person melted away like ice and snow upon encountering the dragon energy.

"A hidden dragon lies dormant in the abyss!"

His right hand, gripping the sword, slashed horizontally, the frosty sword light drawing a cold arc, carrying the oppressive aura of the Void Dragon Clan as it crashed heavily into Ni Ziyuan.

Clang—!

The explosion was deafening, and the spiritual energy barrier was instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

Ni Ziyuan's cultivation level is only at the late stage of the Nascent Soul Realm, how could he withstand this attack?

He felt a tightness in his chest, his blood surging, and he involuntarily staggered back several steps. He looked up, his eyes trembling: "...Tai Xu Realm cultivation?"

If I remember correctly, His Highness the Crown Prince of the East Sea Dragon Clan is not yet of legal age.

How could he have already entered the Tai Xu Realm?

Before they could even react, a figure swiftly appeared and delivered a side kick!

He was instantly kicked dozens of meters away.

Xie Weixing, dressed in a neat and tidy outfit, surrounded by the extremely cold spiritual power of the Azure Water Lion, spoke with disgust: "Who told you to be so close to our Dragon Palace? How old is he? Taking him away is child trafficking. It's only right that the entire family of the traffickers should die."

Regardless of the era, those who abduct children should be sent to the deepest levels of hell. If they survive three punches, it's because they're still unconscious and weak.

"Well--"

Ni Ziyuan's arm went numb instantly, his spiritual energy became stagnant and dissipated, and the spiritual light on the scales around his body quickly dimmed.

Xie Weixing's lips curled up coldly, revealing a hint of sarcasm: "How much East Sea Taixu Dragon Clan blood flows in your veins? Why do you choose to be a dog instead of a decent person? The magic you've learned is only so-so, gloomy and sticky, you can't hit accurately and you can't withstand any damage. No wonder you've been stuck with a useless son for so many years."

Ni Ziyuan was furious: "Insolence! Sharp-tongued! Senior, you've ruined his foundation!"

The black-clad elder sneered, and his thick, scale-patterned spiritual energy condensed into a giant shield, which he then crushed down on the person.

Xie Weixing snorted coldly, dodging to the side with a spinning step. He then unleashed a flurry of ice thorns and branches, his spiritual power surging dramatically: "Bodhi Ice Sprout!"

Sharp ice spikes wrapped around the black giant shield, piercing through spirits and breaking through magic. In just a moment, the heavy spiritual shield was riddled with holes and shattered with a crash.

"A head-on collision is too tiring." Xie Weixing raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "You need to use your brain when fighting."

From the front and back, Yu Xintang's formation steadily guarded the mountain gate's barrier.

The black-robed elder coldly snorted and raised his hand, causing array patterns to scatter everywhere. His spells continuously impacted the mountain gate's barrier, causing the barrier's light screen to tremble incessantly, with cracks spreading layer by layer.

"Fine," he said coldly, "then let's break your sect's protective formation!"

Yu Xintang stood at the center of the barrier, her fingertips moving rapidly with incantations, as the clear, pure white Penglai Holy Light continuously poured into the barrier, repairing the cracks.

The Four Directions Sword stood before him, its blade adorned with array patterns.

His breathing quickened slightly, and a brief dizziness appeared in his eyes. Such a massive formation required a continuous consumption of spiritual energy.

The black-clad elder stood outside the formation, coldly staring at him, and sneered, "Just a Nascent Soul cultivator, barely able to protect himself, yet he thinks he can protect the sect? How laughable!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly made his move, gathering pure spiritual power in his palm. A thick, pillar-like torrent of magic shot straight at Yu Xintang.

"Today, you will all die here!"

The torrent arrived in an instant, the barrier trembled violently, large cracks burst open, and the light curtain dimmed instantly.

A clear, crisp bow note suddenly rang out from the sky!

Clang—!

A single bowbeat shattered the clamor, drowning out all the roars of spells, a decisive and ruthless strike.

Xie Weixing coldly retorted, "Let's see who dares!"