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

Ni Ziyuan's eyes narrowed sharply: "You...you're still alive?!"

Although Fu Yao successfully took the Jade Bone Grass from the Su Yu Sect back then, she was also seriously injured by eighteen elders of the clan.

Surprisingly, she survived.

"Fine, families shouldn't interfere in conflicts between sects, and I didn't intend for Xiaolong and the others to break that rule today," Fu Yao said coldly. "Then I'll take action, and you'll have nothing to say?"

Suyu Sect was not unaware of the identities of these disciples of Fenghua Sect, nor was it unafraid of their family backgrounds.

Instead, they were determined to make a fuss about the clan rules established in the Three Realms.

Each family is not allowed to interfere in the disputes between sects.

The conflict between Suyu Sect and Fenghua Sect is a typical sect matter. They share the same bloodline as the Taixu Dragon Clan, so if you really want to talk about it, they can actually be related to the Wenlong Scale. If Feng Jilan wants to make a fuss later, they can at least vaguely link it to that. In short, they have already obtained the Wenlong Scale, so they have no loss no matter what.

In addition, his eagerness to save his son naturally made him willing to take the risk.

However, Su Yuzong overlooked one thing despite his meticulous planning.

Tan Suiting has already entered the Taixu Realm, and Xie Weixing has also returned today. However, they only brought a mid-stage Taixu Realm retainer with them, so naturally they cannot take away the Wenlong Scale.

Looking around, Ni Ziyuan saw that the people of Suyu Sect were either seriously injured or on the verge of death, or had lost all their spiritual power. Everyone looked dejected. Feeling the mountain-like pressure above his head, he was in a state of utter confusion.

Fu Yao is back. It seems her cultivation level is no lower than Tai Xu. The Dragon Prince is also highly skilled. The details of the young man with the bow are unclear, but he is incredibly wicked.

In addition, Feng Jilan has now emerged from seclusion.

If they do not comply, they will all perish here.

Overwhelmed by humiliation, Ni Ziyuan clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white and his nails digging deep into his palms.

"you……"

Every word he uttered was extremely difficult, almost as if it were being squeezed out from between his teeth.

As soon as he finished speaking, the wind in the room stopped.

Tan Suiting raised his hand and casually pulled Feng Lian from Xie Weixing's waist, coldly uttering the words: "No Return Moon."

Before anyone could even see what was happening, a moment passed through the spatial rift, and the person had already instantly closed in on Ni Ziyuan.

"I'll make you kowtow and admit your mistake," Tan Suiting's eyes were cold and desolate, as icy as a deep pool, his long eyelashes devoid of any soft light, sharp as unsheathed frost blades, capable of slicing through everything, "Are you deaf, or are you pretending to be deaf?"

Without any fancy maneuvers or ostentatious displays, His Highness the Crown Prince stepped forward, spun his wrist, and thrust his sword straight up.

As Ni Ziyuan saw him approach, his brows furrowed, and the remaining spiritual power of his scales surged. Dark, malevolent energy, wrapped in residual magic, condensed into a thick shield, blocking in front of him, attempting to withstand the power of this sword strike.

"He's courting death."

Tan Suiting's voice was low and slightly hoarse, and his words fell like ice into a lake.

He suddenly flipped his wrist, neither slashing nor thrusting with the sword, but simply pressing down with the spine of the blade. Layers of silver-blue lightning enveloped the blade, and all the concentrated spiritual power exploded outwards.

A deafening roar shook the surrounding area!

The giant shield of spiritual energy that Ni Ziyuan had condensed trembled and cracked, and was instantly crushed and disintegrated by the spiritual energy.

"You!" He stared in shock.

In the instant the shield shattered and the momentum collapsed, Tan Suiting instantly shifted his footwork, his body darting half an inch to the side, perfectly fitting into the opponent's blind spot.

The sword sank precisely.

Without taking a life, the sword strike, with its sharp edge firmly pressed against Ni Ziyuan's vital point, was extremely precise and skillful, fierce yet leaving room for maneuver, demonstrating the mastery of swordsmanship.

Ni Ziyuan's vital points were firmly locked by the sword blade, causing his muscles and bones to go numb and weak instantly, and he was unable to circulate any spiritual energy in his body.

Tan Suiting's fingertips, gripping the sword hilt, were calloused, and his wrist bones formed a sharp, cold arc. The blade of the Fenglian sword was a lustrous white tinged with blue.

"I am determined to take your life, what will you do about it?"

Having said that, he slowly moved the blade and gently placed it horizontally beside Ni Ziyuan's neck.

The latter's legs suddenly went weak, and he subconsciously tried to steady himself. He used all his strength to stand up straight, his back so tense that even the veins in his neck bulged, and he still refused to bow his head.

Tan Suiting's gaze was cold and unwavering: "If you don't know how to kneel, then I will personally teach you."

Feng Lianjian suddenly pressed down, the white sword blade gleaming with a chilling light. The pressure of the Taixu Realm pressed down like a mountain collapsing and rocks splitting, locking the opponent's meridians and strength.

"They forcibly broke into the Feng Hua Sect, attempting to plunder magical artifacts and bullying my fellow disciples."

Tan Suiting raised his eyes, his gaze sharp and piercing, each word landing with cold arrogance: "If it weren't for Senior Brother's kindness, Ni Ziyuan, you wouldn't have been able to escape with your life from my sword."

Shen Chunri's lips twitched slightly: "This senior brother should be referring to Yu Xintang, right? It's not Xie Weixing, is it?"

Fu Yao chuckled, leaning against the heavy sword and blowing on her bangs: "Little Tangtang's crime doesn't deserve this."

Xie Weixing was too lazy to pay them any attention.

I really want to go to the props shop and buy a camera.

Dragon Palace is so handsome.

It's been so long, but your hands still look so beautiful when you hold a sword.

He has a narrow waist and broad shoulders, and his voice has changed a bit. He's also become thinner and looks more weathered.

He sighed inwardly, like an old father.

[The Crown Prince of the East Sea Taixu Dragon Clan's top fanboy has arrived!]

[Isn't there that photo-capture stone? Take it out and take a picture!]

[Long'er has really grown up; it's so touching for her mom fans.]

[Tan Suiting, the childishness you desperately tried to shed is the thing I can't bear to part with most about you.]

[That being said, with his senior brother's fate unknown after entering the Abyss of Night Water, and Xiaolong waiting for him for four long years, it's hard for him not to have grown stronger.]

[Alas, things have come to this. Is Su Boyu dead or not?]

[Squat down. Tell me if you die, because the first thing I'll do when I transmigrate into this book is dig up your grave. You have to be completely dead, and not allowed to enter the cycle of reincarnation, so you don't go back to harm people.]

Ni Ziyuan's face turned pale and he trembled slightly.

"You refuse to admit your mistakes and accept punishment, and you refuse to confess your defeats. The title of your Su Yuzong is nothing but empty fame. You are nothing but shameless scoundrels," Tan Suiting said coldly. "With such behavior, it's no wonder that the ancestors of the Dragon Clan looked down on you no matter what."

After speaking, he slightly spun his sword, the edge of the blade lightly brushing against the acupoints, and fine sword energy drilled into the meridians, shattering Ni Ziyuan's last bit of resistance.

The dull thud of bones bearing the pressure was hidden in the wind. Ni Ziyuan trembled violently, all his strength was instantly drained, and all his stubbornness collapsed in front of His Highness the Crown Prince's Fenglian Sword.

"Thump—"

A heavy thud resounded, and dust flew up.

He could no longer hold on, and his legs crashed heavily onto the bluestone ground, forcing him to kneel down, his back no longer able to straighten even a fraction.

"Even the direct disciples of one of the five major sects are coveting it," Tan Suiting stood half a step in front of him, coldly looking down at the kneeling man, "It seems that your Suyu Sect has done quite a few things in the past, such as bullying men and women."

He slightly raised his wrist, his voice like a deep string, sharp and menacing: "Today I'll make you kneel and kowtow. Do you submit or not?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ni Ziyuan trembled all over.