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

Yu Xintang snorted coldly, advancing instead of retreating. The spiritual light in her palms burst forth, condensing her defensive spells into a single moment. She coldly declared, "I have held the position of Young Master of Penglai for over twenty years and have never stepped down."

He lit a spirit-enhancing talisman in his hand, his robes fluttering wildly, his long, deep purple hair falling freely in the wind, a few strands clinging to his smooth forehead. His usually gentle eyes now revealed a sharp edge: "If you have the ability, then come and take my life."

Xie Weixing's pale pupils were covered by a chilling edge. He steadily supported the Emperor's Commander with one hand, his left arm outstretched, and three fingers of his right arm gripping the invisible bowstring.

He could draw his longbow like a full moon, its frosty edge sharp as it fell from above.

The golden patterns on the bow light up one after another, converging into the shape of an arrow that stretches across the sky.

He looked at Ni Ziyuan outside the formation, his words filled with an arrogant tone that seemed to crush everything: "Is it not very respectable of you to bully my medicine and talisman cultivators? I'll show you what's what."

As soon as he finished speaking, he abruptly released the string.

An arrow pierces the sky!

The extreme cold light tore through the sky, moving so fast that it left only a blur, piercing through layers of array patterns and malevolent energy.

With a deafening roar, the sound shook the heavens and the earth.

The black-clad elder intervened to block the arrow, and the black and white spiritual energies clashed violently, creating a storm of spiritual energy that sent rocks flying, dust billowing, and the entire mountaintop trembling violently.

He was forced to stagger back two steps, and looked up in shock, his gaze falling on the dazzling golden longbow in Xie Weixing's hand.

There are very few people in the cultivation world who wield bows, so he subconsciously overlooked this weapon just now.

Looking closely now, the longbow lies in the boy's palm, its color deep and mellow like the setting sun, not a bright and shiny gold. A layer of warm and heavy light flows around the bow, its curves stretching out like half a sun.

Ancient seal patterns, faintly visible, swirl around the bow, following its curve. The bow tips are slightly upturned at both ends, inlaid with two dark red chalcedony stones, like flames falling into a sea of ​​gold.

Despite being a powerful being at the Taixu Realm, he subconsciously felt fear towards the bow and arrow, and questioned, "What kind of magical artifact is this?"

Xie Weixing's palm was wrapped in pale golden spiritual power. His fingertips gently caressed the ancient patterns on the bow. With a slight turn of his wrist, the Divine Commander of the Emperor's Mandate spun half a circle in his palm, and the dazzling golden light swept across the mess on the ground.

"By the grace of Heaven, I have received your mandate," he began slowly, his tone casual yet each word distinct.

"Bow name, Imperial command of the divine officials."

The black-clad elder's expression changed drastically; his pupils widened instantly, and his eyes trembled uncontrollably.

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence.

The Emperor's Mandate, the legendary source of all spirits that has long since fallen silent.

In ancient times, due to its overwhelming power, it was fought over by various forces, causing countless bloody battles in the Three Realms, and countless cultivators lost their lives because of it.

Finally, it was sealed away in a hidden place by several powerful beings and has not been seen for thousands of years.

The most sought-after magical artifact in the world is only a first-grade divine artifact.

The Imperial Commanders, however, firmly occupy a position above the divine level.

No one expected that it would end up in the hands of this young man.

Xie Weixing casually swept his gaze across the entire enemy force, his tone flippant: "I told you not to come to the Fenghua Sect to cause trouble, but you wouldn't listen. You've come all this way just to get beaten up. Your hospitality is truly unique. Or does your Suyu Sect have some peculiar fetish? You want to be beaten up, so I'm obligated to cooperate?"

The black-robed elder's face was cold and indifferent; his heart, which had remained undisturbed for a thousand years, was now surging with boundless rage.

He knew that if he dragged this out any longer, and those old fogies from the Feng Hua Sect came out of the mountains, he would have no chance of winning. So he stopped holding back and his dark spiritual power surged several times over. His aura suddenly became cold and terrifying. He activated his spiritual power and the dark waters intertwined to form a world-destroying black mist tide.

"Today I will tear down your Feng Hua Sect's gates and reclaim my clan's most precious treasure!"

A thick black mist descended, carrying a world-destroying power that could devour even the most divine souls. The entire sky instantly darkened, a chilling wind howled, and a malevolent aura seeped into the bones.

One of the arrows went straight for Tan Suiting, clearly intending to capture him alive and take him away.

A golden light burst forth in Tan Suiting's eyes: "Sumeru Summoning."

He swung his sword again: "Wind and Thunder Rise!"

The next moment, the power of lightning surged into the sky, and the sword's momentum sealed off the killing blades in the air layer by layer.

The black-robed elder's eyes grew increasingly sinister as he relentlessly unleashed his spiritual power, squeezing out every last drop of his cultivation, and frantically charged towards the combined formation: "Break for me!"

Seeing this, Ni Ziyuan laughed arrogantly: "You're just a mere early-stage Taixu Realm cultivator, you can't hold out! Hand over the Dragon Scale obediently and come back to the Jade Sect with me, and I might spare the lives of your fellow disciples!"

Tan Suiting thrust his sword forward again, coldly saying, "You're just at your last gasp. You think you can take me away? Dream on!"

Xie Weixing narrowed his peach blossom eyes slightly, as if he had discovered something, and his eyes instantly filled with a killing intent: "Dragon Palace, I'll lend you Feng Lian for a while."

Tan Suiting turned his head and retreated without hesitation, sending Feng Lian flying through the air.

He whispered, "Senior brother, be careful."

Xie Weixing firmly grasped the Fenglian Sword.

The black-clad priest's eyes suddenly turned strange.

I've heard that the Dragon Prince is arrogant and haughty, and he's dismissive of anyone who says a word to him.

The fight was halfway through, and it was a matter of life and death. I was able to get him to hand over his sword with just one sentence.

What's the relationship between these two?

As Feng Lian and Fu Sheng's sword intent merged, their spiritual power surged, and the spiritual light became dazzling.

"As for the dragon scales, they are mine," Xie Weixing said, holding the two swords horizontally in front of him, gripping them in reverse, his eyes sharp and cold, each word clear, "The dragon is also mine."

"Let's see who dares to take Tan Suiting away today."

The sword intents of Feng Lian and Fu Sheng were similar, and their combined strength created an even more imposing momentum.

Xie Weixing flicked his wrist, gritted his teeth, and roared, as pure, supremely bright power condensed on the blade: "Holy Seal Spiritual Technique, Fourth Form, Prajna Inquiry—"

"Cutting off evil and refuting falsehood, the moon shines upon the holy decision—!"

A beam of pure white light mixed with silver and blue suddenly shot up, piercing through the black mist that filled the sky.

All the malevolence, killing intent, and black mist were instantly purified and annihilated. Blinding sunlight swept across the entire area, making it impossible for anyone to open their eyes.

The black-clad retainer was suddenly blasted away and fell to the ground severely injured.

His pupils constricted sharply, and he spat out a mouthful of black blood, his aura instantly weakening and decaying.

Ni Ziyuan trembled violently, staring incredulously at the scene before him, his eyes bloodshot, and roared, "Impossible! How could you possess such cultivation?!"

This is their Grand Master of the Jade Sect!

Xie Weixing sheathed his sword, his cheek splattered with blood, making his sharp and flamboyant features even more striking.

He looked at the group of Suyu Sect members who had fallen to the ground in a sorry state, and said sarcastically, "A dark-elemental technique that can burn one's own cultivation in a short time cannot possibly be unafraid of the sword intent of light."

"The question to the dragon scales is a question of right and wrong in this world, and the true nature of the sword. Even if I die, it will not go with you. Today's battle has brought shame upon yourselves. What else do you have to say?"

"Fine," Ni Ziyuan gritted his teeth, "I miscalculated today, let's go!"

"Wait," Xie Weixing said coldly, pointing his sword diagonally, "You scared my junior brother. Kneel down and apologize to him."

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