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

Nie Zhao stood tall and straight like a bamboo shoot in the cold. With just a backhand sword strike, the fierce phoenix fire pierced through the air and arrived instantly. The elder did not see the sword shadow clearly, did not have time to raise his hand to beg for mercy, and did not even have time to feel the slightest regret.

Blood splattered.

The man's hunched body suddenly stiffened, his eyes widened abruptly, and the remaining words were stuck in his throat.

The next instant, all his strength was drained away, and he fell straight down in the middle of the hall, without a trace of life left.

A single, decisive blow to the throat, leaving no room for retreat.

You could hear a pin drop in the main hall.

The remaining elders were so frightened that their legs went weak, their bodies trembled like leaves, and their faces were as pale as paper. They didn't even have the courage to look Nie Zhao in the eye.

She dared to kill the elders of the Nie family without a second thought.

"Give up?" Nie Zhao calmly sheathed Feng Zhi. "What a pity. My sword has never regretted being stained with blood."

An elder, killing him is no big deal.

Besides, he deserves to die.

Nie Zhao remained expressionless, kicking aside the corpse on the ground. His eyes showed no emotion whatsoever. His crimson robes fluttered gently in the hall, and a chilling killing intent swept across the surroundings.

Not far away, in the shadow of the main candlelight, a person sat with his hand on his forehead.

Shen Yuan wore a plain, moon-white brocade robe that hung loosely down his back, revealing his long shoulders and back, yet also hinting at the frailty of a long-term illness.

He raised his eyes, his expression gentle: "Ah Zhao, you've vented your anger enough. If that's not enough, you might as well kill your father with a single sword stroke."

"That's exactly what I was thinking," Nie Zhao said calmly, "Father."

Upon hearing this, Nie Shiyun, who was leaning against Shen Chunri, twitched her fingertips and slowly raised her eyes.

The man sat in the main seat, his features gentle and refined, exuding a mature and gentle charm honed by the years.

Is this your father? Is he the one who would smile and say, "Ah Yun, even if you wanted the stars in the sky, your father would be willing to pluck them down for you"?

She doesn't recognize her at all.

Nie Zhao raised his sword and stepped forward.

Shen Yuan lowered his eyes slightly, his fingertips lightly gathering the wide hem of his sleeve, and his eyelids twitched.

"Zheng—!"

A sword deflected Nie Zhao's attack, sending him flying several meters away.

Everyone looked up.

A thick, dark fog rolled across the sky, and the crimson moonlight faintly pierced through the clouds.

The figure in black blocked Nie Zhao's attack with a sword, and a domineering and chilling pressure crashed down. The collar of his robe was embroidered with a dark blood moon pattern, and his steps were heavy and cold. Seven or eight men in black quickly landed around Shen Yuan. Their black robes fluttered, and their spiritual energy was sharp and piercing. They all seemed to have high cultivation levels, no less than those below the Nascent Soul stage.

The head envoy looked coldly at Shen Yuan: "Didn't you say you could handle it? How did you manage to alarm the Phoenix Maiden?"

"Blood Moon Hall?" Tan Suiting said coldly, while Feng Lian hummed softly, "You bunch of trash actually dare to collude with the demons."

It seems that they were indeed the ones who created the corpses.

"I'm sorry... for troubling you all," Shen Yuan said, his eyes clear and his voice gentle and low, with a slight hoarseness unique to those who had been ill for a long time, "kill them all."

The Blood Moon Hall members fell silent upon hearing the sound, their killing intent surged, and their spiritual energy leaked out.

"Kill them all?" The Blood Moon Envoy frowned.

Shen Yuan was silent for a moment, then said calmly, "Keep Xiaoyun here. Although she is not well-behaved, she is much more obedient than her sister."

Nie Shiyun froze, her eyes turning away in disgust.

He killed his elder sister to remove obstacles.

Protecting her is a strategic move.

"Hurry up," Shen Yuan finally paused, his tone still gentle, "I have to go to Qifeng Hall later."

"Qifeng Hall is where Mother secluded herself," Nie Zhao said coldly. "Only women can enter that place. What right do you have to go?"

Shen Yuan's eyes darkened, his lips still curved in a gentle smile, but the hand beside him slowly clenched tighter.

"Hey," Xie Weixing looked at Yu Xintang, "wasn't it supposed to be the Absolute Realm Formation? Wasn't it supposed to remain intact until you died?"

"Yes," Yu Xintang said matter-of-factly, "no one went out, they just came in."

Xie Weixing: ...

My life has been ruined by you guys who play with formations.

Who has a way to deal with this kind of idiot who doesn't speak the whole truth?

"Little snake, you guard A-Yun." Nie Zhao coldly raised her eyes, and the Phoenix Light in her hand shone brightly, like a blood moon descending.

"Okay," Shen Chunri said politely, wrapping a poisonous vine around his hand and preparing for battle. "Come on if you're not afraid of being poisoned to death."

Xie Weixing looked at the leader of the Blood Moon Hall and asked, "Do you think it's the Void Realm? Mid-stage or late-stage?"

In the early stages, he can put up a fight; in the mid-stages, the Dragon Palace can put up a fight; and in the late stage, he and the Dragon Palace together can put up a fight.

The Blood Moon Envoy was surprised that the young man before him could still be so playful at a time like this, and coldly replied, "If I were at the Nascent Soul stage, what would you do then?"

"Nascent Soul Realm?" Xie Weixing sneered. "Brother, if you were in the Nascent Soul Realm, why would you waste your breath on us brats? You would have slapped one of us to death or two of us to death already. You old noob, you deserve to die for lying about your rank."

It seems like Jiang Jiu was using the scam of selling top-tier cars at the job market to recruit girls, but instead of finding a single girl, he attracted a bunch of guys with late-night sexual frustration and phlegm stuck in their throats. They started by saying they were in the top 100 of the national rankings in previous seasons and had been trained by XX team, but their performance was terrible and they still sighed that the late-night ranked games were too difficult.

I was furious! I was filled with rage!

Do you know that lying about one's skill level should be a criminal offense?

Shen Yuan sat in his high position and smiled slightly. The smile was chilling, and his eyes showed no anger or fear, no murderous intent, and no pity.

The next second, she lightly waved her slender wrist.

"Let's do it."

The two short words were as light as a sigh.

But it instantly ignited a deadly atmosphere throughout the entire scene.

The leader, Blood Moon Envoy, had his jet-black robes billowing, and the dark patterns on his collar suddenly turned a bright scarlet. A monstrous demonic aura exploded from all directions, and waves of black and red light surged forth.

Dozens of top demonic cultivators from the Blood Moon Hall swooped down with demonic blades, their murderous aura chilling, their objective clear—to kill Nie Zhao first.

"snort."

Nie Zhao let out a cold snort, and his crimson longsword rang out. The fiery red light was wrapped with scorching phoenix fire, and it cut through the wind with sharp force. His red clothes fluttered like burning clouds, and his sword strokes were crisp and decisive, without any superfluous moves.

"You dare to forge corpses in Chidi and stir up trouble in Nanchuan!" Nie Zhao spun around, his sword flashing horizontally. The scorching sword energy instantly incinerated the nearby poisonous mist, sizzling as it flew. "Today, I will use your lives to appease the departed souls!"

Yu Xintang flashed behind her in an instant, threw out an explosive talisman, and raised an eyebrow slightly: "Senior sister, slow down, I can't keep up."

The Blood Moon Envoy raised his hand and unleashed his spiritual power, coldly saying, "Arrogant."

"Sumeru Summoning." Tan Suiting instantly appeared in front of him, his tone indifferent. His dark blue robes suddenly tightened, and the pressure of the dragon clan spread out with a bang. "Your opponent is me."

He received the other party's spiritual power and slightly raised his eyelids: "Mid-stage Taixu Realm."

The Blood Moon Envoy sneered, "Knowing you're from the Void Realm, you still dare to come up here. If you're looking for death, then I'll send you to your death first."

"Send me to my death?" Tan Suiting chuckled lightly. Feng Lian was drawn from its sheath in the next instant, the sword light clear and cold, and silver-blue dragon patterns appeared on his wrist. "What a pity."