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

"You drank from the cup I drank from," Tan Suiting said, a little bewildered, staring at him as if she were the one whose teacup had been knocked over. "You're disgusting."

Yu Xintang:?

He could no longer maintain the image of a noble young master from Penglai Realm, gritting his teeth: "You... I'm really going to chase you down today! I'll beat you to a pulp on all three killing platforms!"

Shen Chunri clung to his leg, heartbroken: "Big brother, big brothers, Master and Uncle are watching! Please stop fighting, we have to climb the Li Huo Mountain Range again soon..."

"Shen Chunri, let go of him! I'll beat this little dragon brat to death today!"

Tan Suiting remained calm and unyielding: "Let's fight then."

"You're so arrogant, you know that?! Shen Chunri, get off my leg! Tan Suiting, is this how you treat your own senior brother...?"

Feng Jilan swept his gaze over: "Traitor! What kind of behavior is this in public!"

……

All three of them are completely exhausted.

Yu Xintang gritted her teeth and glared fiercely at Tan Suiting.

Tan Suiting, holding his sword, turned to the other side, ignoring him.

Shen Chunri squatted between the two of them, acting as a dividing line.

I feel helpless. I feel very sad.

*

"I won't bully you," Nie Zhao said calmly as he stood on the stage. "I won't use a sword in this competition."

Xie Weixing smiled and said, "Senior sister, I'm not that fragile. Besides, you're a sword cultivator, what else would you fight with if not a sword?"

"Alright," Nie Zhao said, her fingers pressed together, gently tapping two acupoints on herself. "I'll seal half of my spiritual power."

In the late Golden Core stage, it's always a case of the strong bullying the weak when facing someone in the middle stage; let alone the Nascent Soul stage versus the Golden Core stage, where the difference is even greater.

Nie Zhaofeng sealed half of his spiritual power, which is barely fair.

"Xie Weixing, mid-stage Golden Core Realm."

"Nie Zhao, early stage of Nascent Soul Realm."

The other disciples were discussing it amongst themselves.

"What? Senior Sister has already reached the Nascent Soul stage...?"

"That seemingly unprofessional disciple has actually reached the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm."

"Five direct disciples, with an average age of 19, one of whom is at the Nascent Soul Realm and the other at the Golden Core Realm. Is this still the cultivation world I know?"

"The future of our Feng Hua Sect is so bright it keeps me up at night..."

The execution platform.

Xie Weixing held a longbow in his hand, the extreme cold spiritual power brought by the Azure Water Lion wrapped around his sleeves and drifted around his hair. His fingertips casually caressed the black iron arrow fletching, and a lazy smile appeared on his lips.

"Senior sister, please hit me gently, I'm not that masochistic Yu Xintang."

Yu Xintang in the audience:

Why is it him again?

Can we break up?

The next moment, the phoenix flames tore through the cold air.

Nie Zhao's phoenix mark between his eyebrows burned brightly. His top-grade fire spirit root stirred the heavens and earth, causing flames to rise everywhere and the temperature in the entire area to rise rapidly, instantly turning the surrounding ice mist into white steam.

This was the first time Xie Weixing had seen Nie Zhao make a serious move.

He made mental preparations.

……

But we didn't do that much.

Xie Weixing: Holy crap, you really didn't lie to me at all. Can this kind of cheater please stop attacking our Golden Core brothers?

System: ...Good luck.

Xie Weixing: I'll obediently get off the stage myself.

Life punched him, and he faced the challenge head-on, only to be slapped in the face again.

System: Hehe.

That's what they say, but when it comes to fighting, you still have to take it seriously.

Xie Weixing lightly stepped to dodge the Phoenix Fire attack, and his ice spiritual power surged outward along the edge of the fireball.

"Bodhi Ice Sprout!"

Thousands of sharp ice shards shot towards Nie Zhao, weaving together to form an ice net that pressed directly against the surrounding fire domain.

Nie Zhao remained expressionless, his eyes blazing with fire. He raised his hand and swung his sword, unleashing a giant fire phoenix formed from the phoenix fire he had condensed to its ultimate form. The phoenix shrieked as it broke through layers of ice, and wherever its fiery feathers passed, the ice melted away instantly.

Xie Weixing dodged, the biting ice swirling around him. His left shoulder slumped slightly, and his right hand nocked an arrow. The arrowhead was a sharp blade formed from solid ice. His fingertips caressed the smooth shaft, and the goose feather at the end of the arrow was pressed against the side of the bow, securing it firmly to the horn nock.

Instant cast!

The cold, narrow bow and arrow collided head-on with the fire phoenix.

"boom--!"

With a deafening roar, ice and fire collided and exploded, sending up billowing white mist. The heat and cold clashed violently, cracking the floor tiles of the killing platform with fine lines.

Xie Weixing's hands were numb. He smiled in shock and teased, "Senior sister, do you have to be so hot-tempered?"

"Enough with the nonsense," Nie Zhao replied coldly, holding his Xuan Sword horizontally in front of him, its blade pointing diagonally. "Let me see your Azure Snow and Cold Moon."

When she left the Fire Mountain Range, this move left the deepest impression on her—its bone-chilling cold.

"Burning Heaven Sword," Nie Zhao's long, strong fingers gripped the hilt firmly, his wrist slightly clenched, gathering his surging spiritual power, "Scorching Nine Desolations!"

The phoenix flames surged stronger with each wave, pressing closer and closer, but she, with her fiery aura, refused to yield an inch.

"Bodhi Ice Sprout!" Xie Weixing condensed ice into a block, nimbly dodging the sword energy that could almost burn everything.

He has now mastered the Bodhi Ice Sprout technique. Its greatest advantage is not its offensive power, but rather its flexibility.

It can transform into an ice sword, a shield, or arrows.

This is a very versatile hair color, the quality is excellent, the seller personally came to install it, it's comfortable to use, makes you look good, and melts in your mouth...

The system was speechless: "Are you fighting, bro?! What are you doing?"

Xie Weixing raised an eyebrow, looked up at the peerless Phoenix Maiden not far away, stretched out his finger, and began to mobilize all the spiritual power in his body, slowly pressing it towards his fingertip, gradually condensing it into a snowball.

Based on Nie Zhao's extensive fighting experience, if this little snowball isn't stopped, things could turn out badly.

She scoffed, "Want to unleash your strongest attack? Ask my Phoenix Flame if it'll allow it!"

After saying that, she waved her arm, and countless fireballs containing explosive magic arrays bombarded Xie Weixing.

The flames were so powerful that they seemed intent on burning the entire execution platform to ashes.

The fireball collided with the ice spikes and branches, creating a violent explosion, sending ice shards and fireballs flying all over the field.

The execution platform is going to be demolished.

"Oh my god! Run!"

"How did the fight get out of the audience?"

Feng Jilan frowned, raised his hand and set up a protective barrier at the edge of the killing platform to prevent the spectating disciples from being injured.

After the violent explosion came a chilling silence. The beams of the nearby Changsheng Hall had collapsed, the stone stools used for drinking tea had been blown away, and the nearby trees and flowers were reduced to charred remains.

"What happened?" Shen Chunri frowned gravely, shouting in shock at Nie Zhao in the sky, "He's dead?!?!"

Nie Zhao felt a throbbing in his temple.

Surely not?

This fluctuation made Feng Jilan and Feng Yu on the viewing platform feel a sense of unease.

This is the power of the phoenix bloodline.

Nie Zhao's spiritual power was already half sealed, and now there wasn't much left. His face was a little pale, probably because he was frozen.

Yu Xintang's lips twitched, utterly shocked: "Are you crazy? Starting such a huge fire? Is the entire Fenghua Sect enough to burn down?"

"Shut up," Nie Zhao said coldly, "Don't be stupid."