I don't want to be trained by my senior sister!

Crush the jade tablet.

However, the expected scene of a family expert tearing through space and descending with overwhelming power to suppress the entire scene did not occur.

Where the jade pendant shattered, only a faint ripple spread through the space.

Immediately, a figure clad in a green robe, exuding a powerful aura, revealed half of its outline—

"Noisy."

Deep within the main hall, that aged, hoarse voice rang out once more.

The next moment, a gigantic, grayish-white hand that blotted out the sky appeared out of thin air above the figure.

Then, without any mercy, he slapped down.

"No--!"

The newly summoned Nascent Soul cultivator only had time to let out a startled roar.

"Bang--!!!"

There was no earth-shattering explosion; it was as if a giant rock had been forcefully pressed into the mud...

Then, the giant gray-white hand vanished...

Wherever it was, only a pool of blood, barely recognizable as a human figure, remained, along with the rapidly fading and dissipating primordial spirit light.

A powerful cultivator in the early stages of the Nascent Soul realm was wiped out with a single slap.

Fang Xuan knelt on the ground, staring at the pool of seniors that were being rapidly absorbed by the remaining array in the main hall, his mind blank for a moment.

"......???"

Where are the people he shook? Where is such a powerful Nascent Soul cultivator?

No... what happened to the family heritage?

.......

then.

An indescribable, terrifying pressure, like an ancient divine mountain awakening, descended with a deafening roar.

This oppressive aura far surpasses that of Lu Qingsong before.

"Buzz—!"

The entire main hall of the Qingyun Sect, which was already on the verge of collapse, along with the surrounding space for several miles, seemed to be about to be shattered by this oppressive force.

The ground, walls, and remaining pillars were instantly covered with even more cracks.

A gaunt figure in a gray robe.

Unbeknownst to them, they had already appeared at the deepest part of the main hall, on the high platform where Lu Qingsong had originally sat.

He didn't radiate any dazzling spiritual light, but the oppressive aura emanating from his vast cultivation made Lu Qingsong feel suffocated, causing him to involuntarily lower his head and lose all color in his face.

"Master...Master..." Lu Qingsong's voice was hoarse.

The true pillar of the Qingyun Sect, the Supreme Ancestor who had been in seclusion for countless years—the Bone Daoist—did not even raise his eyes.

"Useless trash."

Lu Qingsong trembled, lowered his head even further, and dug his nails deep into his palms, but dared not utter a single word of rebuttal.

.......

At this moment, the Qingyun Sect was in an uproar.

Terrifying fluctuations of spiritual energy emanated from the direction of the main peak, along with the soaring aura of a peak Nascent Soul cultivator.

"That's... the main peak?!"

"What...what a terrifying aura! Who is it?!"

"Look at the sky!"

Countless disciples looked toward the main peak in terror.

The once clear sky was now swirling with terrifying pressure and spiritual power, forming an enormous vortex centered on the main peak and extending for hundreds of miles.

Lightning flashed and thunder roared at the center of the vortex, and the sky darkened.

What's even more terrifying is that fine black cracks actually appeared in the sky at the edge of the vortex.

"Is the sky... about to shatter?"

.......

Inside the ruins of the main hall.

Ning Qian arrived at some point without anyone noticing.

She used her sword intent to shatter space and pulled Fang Xuan aside, preparing to leave first.

At this moment, the gaze of the Old Ancestor of the Withered Bones finally moved slowly and landed on Fang Xuan and Ning Qian.

His gaze lingered briefly on Ning Qian, but he didn't pay much attention to her. It eventually settled on Fang Xuan, especially the black sword he was still gripping tightly in his hand.

"A little trick of the laws of space?"

The Old Ancestor of Withered Bones chuckled hoarsely, "Toying with space in front of me? How laughable."

He didn't even move a finger.

The space around Fang Xuan and Ning Qian instantly froze.

The Old Ancestor of Dry Bones seemed to have lost his last bit of patience, or rather, he simply didn't care to say another word to the two juniors.

He raised his withered, bony fingers, channeled all his spiritual power into them, and gently made a stroke in the direction where Fang Xuan and Ning Qian were.

A grayish-white sword aura quietly appeared.

His full-force attack at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage was something no one in the entire Southern Frontier dared to say they could easily block.

This sword energy was not as powerful as Lu Qingsong's previous attacks; in fact, it looked somewhat dim.

But the moment it appeared, the hairs on Fang Xuan's body stood on end.

Wherever it passed, space vanished silently, leaving behind a dark, empty trail.

Without a second thought, Ning Qian forcibly burned her remaining essence to shield him.

Even though she knew she might not be able to block that sword strike and would be annihilated, body and soul...

A bloodstained hand moved faster than she could and grabbed her wrist.

Ning Qian turned around in surprise.

What one could see was Fang Xuan's face, which was mostly covered in blood and dust, making it almost impossible to see his original features.

His disheveled hair obscured his eyes.

But through the gaps in her hair, Ning Qian saw a pair of smiling eyes.

"Senior sister," Fang Xuan's voice was terribly hoarse.

"It's a promise... This time, I'll take you away."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly pulled Ning Qian behind him.

At the same time, he placed the dragon scale that he had been holding in his left palm into Ning Qian's hand.

The dragon scales activated automatically the moment they touched Ning Qian's palm.

A light shield shimmering with a pale golden dragon-shaped phantom instantly enveloped Ning Qian.

At the very instant the light shield was formed—

Fang Xuan's battered body completely shielded Ning Qian behind him, facing the deadly sword energy head-on!

.......

"boom--!!!!!"

This time, it was a truly earth-shattering roar.

Centered on Fang Xuan, an indescribably terrifying surge of spiritual energy erupted.

The aftershocks of the sword energy spread wildly outwards.

The first to be hit was the remaining part of the main hall of the Qingyun Sect, where they were located.

"Boom—!!!"

Amidst the stunned gazes of countless Qingyun Sect disciples and elders.

That main hall, symbolizing the supreme authority of the Qingyun Sect, has stood majestically for thousands of years, along with a small portion of the mountain below it...

It was as if an invisible giant blade had cleanly and neatly sliced ​​the mountain flat!

Smoke and dust billowed into the sky, and gravel rained down like a storm.

The entire Qingyun Sect, from the remaining Supreme Elders to the most ordinary outer disciples, was frozen in place.

........

I don't know how much time passed.

The smoke and dust from the ruins of the main peak have dissipated slightly.

A figure slowly emerged from the swirling dust.

It's Fang Xuan.

He remained standing.

Although his posture was somewhat unsteady, he managed to support his swaying body.

His injuries were horrific.

The wound on his chest, struck head-on by the sword energy of death, almost split him open diagonally, so deep that bone was visible, and even his heart, which was beating slightly inside, could be seen.

Blood gushed from all over his body like streams, turning him into a blood-soaked figure.

His disheveled hair, mixed with bloodstains, clung to his face, obscuring most of it.

But he just stood there.

Then, under the gaze of countless stunned and horrified eyes—

She slightly raised her head.

Beneath his disheveled hair, stained with blood, a smile appeared to be spreading across his face.

System... You should have told me sooner that your M-type constitution can lock your blood!

Otherwise, I would have admitted to being a masochist long ago.

The sword energy hitting me felt so... exhilarating.

.......

Immediately afterwards, an indescribable sword intent quietly spread out from him.

At first it was very faint, like a candle flickering in the wind.

But the next moment——

"Buzz—!!!"

The black sword that he had always held in his left hand suddenly erupted with an unprecedented tremor.

The dark sword energy that had been contained and dormant on the sword suddenly erupted and shot straight into the sky.

At the instant that earth-shattering sword intent rose—

The enormous black crack in the sky seemed to tremble.

Even the withered bone ancestor, who was high above and looked down like a god, showed obvious fluctuations for the first time.

His unchanging indifference turned into surprise and doubt.

"What...what kind of sword intent is this?!"

Fang Xuan himself didn't know either.

He gripped the sword hilt tightly, driven only by instinct and obsession.

Then, facing this world, facing that lofty peak of the Nascent Soul stage.

cut!

He simply pressed down on the ancient ancestor with the pitch-black sword intent that seemed to crush the ages!

Centered on the shattered mountain peak where Fang Xuan stood, the remaining part of the main peak of the Qingyun Sect began to crumble and sink inch by inch.

Above the sky, the enormous black rift was also suppressed by this domineering sword intent.

Like a shattered mirror, countless cracks suddenly spread along its edges.

Within the Qingyun Sect, countless disciples who witnessed this scene collapsed to the ground, their legs giving way, muttering in disbelief:

"The sky...it's really shattered..."