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An old man with white hair flew out of the palace on the island. He was wearing a blue Taoist robe and a jade crown, and his face was as gloomy as a rain cloud.

The newcomer was none other than the Grand Elder of Yingzhou, Qingxuan Zhenren, with a mid-stage Integration Realm cultivation.

"Who are you, sir? And why have you trespassed upon my Yingzhou?"

"Luo Tian".

Master Qingxuan's pupils suddenly contracted.

The name Luo Tian is known to everyone in the Three Mountains.

He killed the core disciples of Penglai, the core disciples of Yingzhou, the core disciples of the abbot, and also the Penglai elder Qingyunzi.

The Three Mountains have offered a reward for his head, but so far no one has dared to go.

"You are Luo Tian?"

Master Qingxuan gritted his teeth.

"You killed my Yingzhou disciples, and you still dare to run wild in my Yingzhou?"

"I'm not here to cause trouble."

Luo Tian didn't take it seriously.

"I have come to subdue you."

"Subdue?"

Master Qingxuan was so angry that he laughed instead.

"You, a mere peak-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, dare to claim you can subdue my Yingzhou?"

"My ancestor from Yingzhou is at the Mahayana stage; I could crush you with a single finger!"

"Then let your ancestor come out."

Master Qingxuan's expression darkened, and just as he was about to speak, a terrifying aura of the Mahayana stage soared into the sky from the depths of Yingzhou.

The aura was like a dormant volcano awakening, causing the entire fairy island to tremble slightly and the sea surface to ripple with countless waves.

"Qingxuan, step back."

An aged voice came from underground, carrying boundless majesty.

Master Qingxuan's expression changed, and he quickly stepped aside, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

The ground cracked open, and an old man with white hair flew out from underground.

He wore a white Taoist robe, his face was withered like old tree bark, but his eyes gleamed with a sharp light.

The Ancestor of Yingzhou—Qingming Zhenren, was at the early stage of the Mahayana realm. However, due to the suppression of the rules of heaven and earth, he could only exert the strength of the peak of the Integration realm.

Qingming Zhenren hovered in the air, looking Luo Tian up and down, a disdainful smile creeping onto his withered face:

"At the peak of the Fusion Realm, you dare to challenge my Yingzhou? You have quite the guts."

However, young people who are ignorant and arrogant can get themselves killed.

"You're the one who doesn't know your own limitations."

Luo Tian showed no fear whatsoever.

"You are no match for me. Let the ancestors of Penglai and the Abbot come together. I will take them all down at once. I'm in a hurry."

Master Qingming's face darkened, and his smile vanished completely.

"Arrogant!"

He stopped talking and raised his hand to strike out with a palm.

Although his power at the early stage of Mahayana was suppressed to the peak of the Integration stage by the Heavenly Dao.

But its aura and foundation were far beyond what ordinary peak-level cultivators could achieve.

The moment the palm print appeared, the world changed color, the sea surface caved in, and the void trembled.

This palm strike is enough to crush any cultivator at the Integration stage.

Luo Tian didn't even look, and threw a punch.

The stars collided with the palm print and exploded with a deafening roar.

The light shone brightly, and the shockwave blasted a huge crater in the sea below, causing seawater to rush back and form a whirlpool of white waves.

Qingming Zhenren was forced back several steps, his expression changed slightly, and his sleeve was even torn.

Luo Tian remained completely still; not even the hem of his clothes fluttered.

"How...how can you be so strong?"

Luo Tian didn't answer, and threw another punch.

This punch was even stronger than the last one.

Master Qingming gritted his teeth, fully mobilizing the spiritual power within his body, and unleashed both palms simultaneously.

The two palm prints overlapped, forming a golden wall of energy in front of him, and cyan spiritual power surged out like a torrent.

"boom!"

The palm print shattered, and the golden energy wall was pierced through as if it were made of paper.

Qingming Zhenren was sent flying backwards and crashed into the island, creating a huge crater.

Pebbles flew everywhere, and dust filled the air.

He coughed up blood, his breath was weak, and he struggled to get up, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"How is that possible... You're clearly at the peak of the Fusion Realm..."

Luo Tian landed on the edge of the pit, looking down at him:

"I have said it before, you are no match for me."

"Any other tricks up your sleeve? If not, it's my turn."

Master Qingming's face turned ashen. He gritted his teeth, formed hand seals, and began chanting incantations.

A beam of azure light surged from his body, transforming into a gigantic phantom of a bluebird.

With a wingspan of hundreds of feet and feathers as sharp as knives, the flapping of its wings whips up giant waves in the wind.

The bluebird let out a sharp cry and swooped down at Luo Tian, ​​its sharp claws tearing through the air.

"Azure Phoenix Rises Through the Sky!"

This is Qingming Zhenren's trump card, a full-force attack from the early stage of Mahayana cultivation.

Although suppressed to the peak of the combined form, its power is still enough to severely injure opponents of the same level.

A faint, cold smile appeared on Luo Tian's lips:

"That's interesting."

He raised his right hand, his index finger pointing to the sky.

"Star-Slaying Heaven Finger!"

A gigantic golden finger descended from the sky, crushing the void as it met the phantom of the bluebird.

The golden finger collided with the bluebird, and the bluebird let out a mournful cry.

The cracks started on the forehead and spread all over the body.

Then it exploded with a bang, turning into countless fragments of blue light.

The golden finger, its momentum undiminished, landed on Qingming Zhenren's head.

"boom!"

Qingming Zhenren was slammed into the ground, creating a deep pit with smooth, mirror-like walls.

He was covered in blood and barely breathing.

He couldn't even stand up; his withered face was covered in dirt and blood.

Master Qingming lay on the ground, digging his fingers into the soil, struggling to get up.

But the body was no longer under control; the bones felt as if they had been crushed and then pieced back together.

He raised his head and looked into Luo Tian's eyes.

There was no extra emotion in those eyes, as if they were examining an object to be processed.

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