Quickly conquer the martial arts world, and let your fists dominate the heavens!

"die!"

With a low shout, Zhao Qingtan darted out like a ghost, drew his Qingfeng sword, and unleashed a sharp sword aura that swept out, heading straight for the young disciple behind the three monks in the hall.

Her swordsmanship was swift and ruthless; with each sword strike, a three-zhang (approximately 10 meters) area would instantly expand.

Within her domain, she could move freely, as if she were in an empty space.

A blue blur darted through the group of monks, sword light flashing, screams echoing one after another.

Even monks at the Innate Realm were no match for her; they fell one after another under her sword, their blood staining the floor of the main hall.

Upon seeing this, the three monks, Zhizhen, Zhiyuan, and Zhiyuan, remained calm and simultaneously deployed their respective domains.

The three people's domains were all within a range of three zhang (approximately 10 meters), colliding with Zhao Qingtan's domain. Invisible waves of energy spread throughout the hall, causing the candlelight to flicker violently and the black cloth on the stone vat to flutter loudly.

The domains of martial artists at the intermediate level of the Profound Realm overlapped and canceled each other out, instantly weakening Zhao Qingtan's domain advantage.

She was not in a hurry to confront the three monks head-on. Instead, she used her swift movements to weave through the gaps in their domains, targeting the disciples at the Innate Realm.

First, clip the opponent's wings, then deal with the three monks slowly.

But the three monks, Zhizhen and his companions, did not care about the lives of their disciples, and their faces showed no sign of distress.

"Huh, what a small skill."

Monk Zhiyuan snorted coldly, his gaze suddenly sharpened, and a red light flashed in his eyes.

Disciples at the Innate Realm are merely expendable resources; many can be produced within a month, so it's not a pity how many die.

Just then, Zhao Qingtan had just killed a monk at the Innate Realm with a single sword strike. In a flash, he was about to teleport a zhang away.

Just as she was about to disappear, a monk who had already been severely injured by her suddenly sprang up, his body swelling strangely, and pounced on her.

"Ok?"

Zhao Qingtan's heart skipped a beat; she was already on guard.

She lightly touched the ground with her toes, her body suddenly drifting backward, while simultaneously slashing out with her sword, unleashing a burst of sword energy towards the swollen monk.

"Bam—!"

The monk exploded, and the expert of the Innate Realm desperately unleashed all his power, the force of which was close to the full-force attack of the Profound Realm.

As the sword energy collided with the shockwave of the explosion, Zhao Qingtan turned around, avoiding a direct confrontation, and retreated to a corner of the main hall.

"Now is the time to take action!"

Zhizhen gave a low shout, and the three monks moved at the same time.

The three people's domains expanded again, converging towards the corner where Zhao Qingtan was, forming a powerful pressure.

As the three monks approached, Zhao Qingtan's field of energy overlapped, making it impossible for her to shift freely.

However, she remained calm, as the other disciples couldn't intervene in the battle of the field.

Zhiyuan, wielding his monk's staff, launched the first attack. The staff, accompanied by a whistling sound, struck Zhao Qingtan's head with tremendous force.

Zhiyuan then took out a ring knife, his figure swift and unpredictable, and attacked from the side, the blade flashing coldly, aiming only for vital points.

Zhizhen stood still, his hands forming a hand seal. Streams of white true energy shot out from his fingertips, coiling around Zhao Qingtan like venomous snakes and restricting her movements.

The three monks, Zhizhen, Zhiyuan, and Zhiyuan, launched a full-scale attack.

The true energy circulated rapidly throughout his body, and the pressure created by the superposition of the fields made the air viscous.

Trapped in a corner, Zhao Qingtan remained calm and composed. She wielded her Qingfeng sword in a dazzling display of power, the sword light cascading like a waterfall, deflecting both Zhiyuan's powerful monk's staff and Zhiyuan's cunning and ruthless monk's knife.

The clanging of metal against metal was deafening, and sparks flew everywhere.

In comparison, Zhizhen's pure white finger energy was the most troublesome.

This true energy was not like ordinary finger strength, which went straight and direct. Instead, it was flexible and unpredictable, like a living snake that bypassed the sword light and specifically targeted Zhao Qingtan's weak points in defense.

After several strikes, Zhao Qingtan's clothes were hit in several places by the true energy, leaving several charred marks, and her skin also felt a stinging pain.

"Humph!"

"Destroy it!"

A fierce glint flashed in Zhao Qingtan's eyes, and she let out a low shout.

Holding the sword in her right hand, she steadily parried the attacks from the monk's staff and the dagger, but suddenly raised her left hand, a burst of red light surging from her palm, her pure blood and qi enveloping her hand like flames.

Seeing a wisp of pure white energy coiling towards her like a snake once more, she didn't retreat but advanced, her left hand reaching straight for the energy with lightning speed.

With his five fingers falling, he grasped the middle of the shimmering white true energy, as if he had caught a fleeing serpent with his bare hands.

Zhao Qingtan activated her internal energy to the fullest extent, and the red light in her palm intensified. The originally incredibly agile, pure white true energy was imprisoned, twisting and struggling in her palm, but it could not break free.

"Hiss-!"

A piercing burning sound rang out, and the pure white true energy rapidly dissolved under the burning of the blood and qi, and was finally extinguished completely.

Surprisingly, after the true energy dissipated, it left a pool of blackish-green viscous substance in Zhao Qingtan's palm, emitting a strong fishy stench.

"True Qi is the energy of heaven and earth, so how can there still be residue?"

Zhao Qingtan was filled with confusion. She casually flicked the blackish-green substance from her palm, and wherever it touched, even the bluestone was corroded with tiny pits.

Before she could think it through, Zhiyuan and Zhiyuan's attacks came again.

Zhiyuan's monk's staff and Zhiyuan's monk's knife worked together seamlessly, one forceful and the other gentle, their attacks coming from extremely tricky angles.

Zhao Qingtan parried with his sword, and the Qingfeng sword clashed with the monk's staff and the precept knife again. The powerful true energy surged in all directions, shattering the bluestone floor of the main hall, and sending fragments flying.

Once you reach the intermediate stage of the Profound Realm, mere sword techniques are no longer enough to determine a winner.

Just as Zhao Qingtan was doing her best to defend against the two attacks, Zhizhen, who was standing to the side, finally finished preparing.

His eyes narrowed, and he pointed his finger again, sending out a burst of pure white true energy. Unlike before, this true energy was now wrapped with faint green patterns.

The true energy continued to entwine towards Zhao Qingtan, but as soon as it approached within three feet of her, it suddenly split in two.

The shimmering white aura continued to draw Zhao Qingtan's attention.

A small green snake, separated from her true energy, darted toward her body at an even faster speed, like an arrow released from a bow.

Zhao Qingtan was focused on dealing with the combined attack from Zhiyuan and Zhiyuan, and had no idea that Zhizhen had such a backup plan.

Just as she was about to swing her sword to block, the small green snake suddenly became ethereal, turning semi-transparent, and passed through the sword light, disappearing into her clothes.

"what!"

Zhao Qingtan was taken aback, not expecting the little green snake to be so strange.

"Go!"

A voice suddenly came from the stone wall of the main hall.

The sound was not a human voice, but rather like the chirping of insects from ancient times.

“Buzz buzz—!”

The sound echoed in the air, carrying an eerie rhythm.

The sound did not directly harm the people in the hall, but it made the small green snake that had crawled into Zhao Qingtan's clothes tremble.

As if forcibly controlled by something, her originally agile figure became swaying and eventually fell from the hem of her clothes to the ground, where she twisted and struggled.

Chen Zhan slowly walked out from beside the stone wall, raising his hand and waving it. An invisible stream of true energy wrapped around the small green snake on the ground, bringing it into his hand.

He held the small snake by its seven-inch mark and examined it closely. The snake was entirely emerald green with fine scales, but its eyes were scarlet.

Moreover, the little snake was constantly flashing, changing between emerald green and transparent.

"Interesting, is this a snake?"

A snake giving birth to a different species is called "hui".

The "虺" with three claws is called "蛟".

The "Jiao" has five claws and long dragon bones, and that is what makes it a "dragon"!
He had only heard of this strange beast, but had never seen it.

"Huh? Damn it! Who are you?!"

When Zhizhen saw that Chen Zhan had easily captured the "Hui", the confident look on her face completely disappeared, replaced by shock and rage.

Chen Zhan ignored his questioning, using his qi and blood to imprison the small snake in his hand. He turned to look at Zhao Qingtan, his tone indifferent:
"I'll take care of him. As for the other two, you can finish them off quickly."

He didn't turn around, but continued speaking to Zhizhen, yet Zhao Qingtan instantly understood his meaning.

A murderous glint flashed in her eyes, and a cold smile curled at the corner of her lips:

"it is good!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhao Qingtan put away her Qingfeng sword.

With his hands resting on his waist, his internal energy surged wildly, and his aura suddenly soared.

Her hands moved rapidly, her fingers forming strange hand seals, her movements fluid and graceful, carrying a mysterious rhythm.

She clenched her right fist, then suddenly opened it.

With fingers drawn inward and concealed, extend only the thumb, pointing the fingertip at Zhiyuan. True Qi gathers along the Lung Meridian of Hand-Taiyin at the Shaoshang acupoint, and a low shout is uttered:
"Shaoshang!"

A sharp, invisible sword aura shot out from the tip of her thumb, moving with lightning speed, heading straight for Zhiyuan's face.

Zhiyuan's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly swung his staff to block. With a muffled "bang," the staff trembled violently from the impact of the sword energy.

He was so shaken that he staggered back several steps, his chest heaving with blood and qi.

Before Zhiyuan could regain his footing, Zhao Qingtan straightened her left little finger, while the rest of her fingers naturally bent. Her inner energy gathered along the Small Intestine Meridian of Hand-Taiyang at the Shaoze acupoint, and she struck it again:

"Shaoze!"

Another invisible sword aura shot out, this time targeting Zhiyuan.

Just as Zhiyuan was about to seize the opportunity to attack, he saw this and quickly dodged to the side. The sword energy grazed his shoulder and pierced a small hole in the stone wall behind him, sending stone chips flying everywhere.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Qingtan turned her palms up and hooked her right index finger around her left middle finger.

Extend the right middle finger upwards, hook the ring fingers of both hands together, straighten the index finger and thumb naturally, and curl the little finger inwards towards the palm. Gather the true energy at the Zhongchong acupoint on the middle finger and tap the fingertip.

"Chongchong!"

This time, she didn't shout out the sword's name. Instead, she used her ten fingers to point out, and invisible sword energies poured out like a torrential rain.

Shaoshang, Shaoze, Zhongchong, Guanchong, Shangyang, Shaochong!
He unleashed the full power of the Six Meridians Divine Sword, his true energy continuously surging from the six acupoints, condensing into dense sword energy.

Her inner energy seemed inexhaustible, and the speed at which she unleashed her sword energy increased rapidly until it finally formed a dense net of sword energy that enveloped the entire hall.

This kind of swordsmanship seems to be martial arts from another world.

The invisible and intangible sword energy was all-pervasive, launching attacks from every angle and indiscriminately killing everyone in the hall except Chen Zhan.

"The Six Meridians Divine Sword?!"

"The Duan family's secret techniques of Dali, Princess, are truly remarkable!" exclaimed the monk Zhizhen.

The monks who had been surrounding the area were powerless to resist the dense sword energy. Their screams rang out one after another as their clothes and flesh were shredded by the sword energy, and they died instantly on the spot.

Although Zhiyuan and Zhiyuan were at the mid-stage of the Profound Realm, even with their full power to activate their true energy for defense, they still found it difficult to withstand such a dense barrage of sword energy.

Zhiyuan's monk's knife was directly cut in half by a sword aura; under the impact of the sword aura, his true energy could not withstand it.

An invisible sword aura pierced through his body. Before he could even cough up blood, countless more sword auras arrived, blasting him into countless pieces of flesh and blood.

Zhiyuan's staff was soon covered with tiny sword marks, and his true qi defensive shield was constantly being impacted by the sword energy.

It makes a "buzzing" sound.

The next moment, his true energy defense shattered. He tried to dodge, but his legs were severed by the sword energy, and he also fled with Zhiyuan.

It was as if there was an invisible barrier around Chen Zhan; the sword energy that poured down dissipated automatically as soon as it approached within three feet of him.

The Six Meridian Sword Qi poured down like a torrential rain, causing blood and flesh to fly everywhere in the hall. Zhizhen forcefully resisted with his powerful true qi.

He erected a layer of shimmering white true energy around himself, and the sword energy striking it produced a crisp "clanging" sound. He was positioned furthest from Zhao Qingtan, so he received the least density of sword energy and was not injured for the time being.

Although Zhizhen was surprised by the Six Meridians Divine Sword, she was even more wary of Chen Zhan.

On the other side, Chen Zhan appeared beside the stone wall on the west side of the main hall.

He held the green snake in his hand. The little snake was unusually active at the moment, constantly twisting its body, its head fixed on the stone wall, clearly pointing at something.

"This should be it, right?"

Chen Zhan spoke softly, his tone flat, as if talking to himself, or perhaps asking Zhizhen in the distance.

"stop!"

"What exactly do you desire? The temple holds martial arts manuals, accumulated life essence and blood, and countless treasures of gold and silver. If you desire supreme status, this humble monk can also contact the Murong family to introduce you! All of these are available to you, all of them are available to you!"

Zhizhen's expression changed drastically, finally realizing that Chen Zhan had discovered something amiss.

Chen Zhan slowly shook his head, his fingertips surging with blood and true energy. The crimson blood and true energy intertwined and entwined, as if condensing into a dazzling rosy glow, which was particularly dazzling in the dim hall.

"Boom boom——!"

The deafening roar shook the entire underground palace.

The hard stone wall shattered, stone chips flew everywhere, and dust filled the air. The green snake, which had been imprisoned by Chen Zhan's qi and blood, became increasingly agitated, twisting its body wildly, trying to break free and rush into the depths of the ruins.

"The mother worm should be inside, right?"

"Bam—!"

Just as the smoke and dust had not yet dissipated, a figure suddenly darted out from the smoke and dust; it was Zhizhen.

Taking advantage of the moment when Chen Zhan's inner energy was slightly stagnant after breaking through the wall, he silently approached and slashed horizontally with his short sword.

The moment the blade touched Chen Zhan's clothes, it felt as if it had hit an impenetrable wall.

A violent recoil surged forth, sending him flying. Before Zhizhen even landed, Chen Zhan's hand was already pressed against his chest.

Chen Zhan loosened his grip, and the imprisoned green snake, with a "whoosh," shot straight into Zhizhen's mouth and nose like a green lightning bolt.

"No!"

As soon as the green viper entered his body, Zhizhen began to roar wildly. His voice was extremely shrill.

"what--!"

"Kill me! Kill me now!"

Even before the blue viper began to bite, Zhizhen was already gripped by extreme terror. (End of Chapter)