Starting as a prodigy wanting milk? A world-destroying deception in the opposite direction.

Shen Zhen shouted, "Watch out!" His mental energy instantly set up a defense. Li Qingyan tried to stop him, but it was too late.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Two soft sounds rang out, and the two heretical spirit mediums suddenly stiffened.

The fervor and fear in his eyes froze instantly, a tiny red dot appeared between his brows, and without uttering a sound, he breathed his last and died on the spot!

"Silence them!" Zhao Huaijin was both shocked and furious.

"Chase!"

Shen Zhen reacted the fastest, leaping into the direction the dark figure fled.

Zhao Huaijin, Li Qingyan, and others followed closely behind, and the group rushed out of the winery through another hidden passage.

The exit of the passage is in the dense forest behind the winery. The dark figure is speeding away and is about to disappear into the depths of the forest.

Just then, a white figure appeared out of thin air and blocked the black figure's path.

The man was dressed in a white robe, with a tall and upright figure and a resolute face; it was none other than Shen Zhenglan!

"Father!" Shen Zhen was overjoyed and quickly caught up with him.

Shen Zhenglan's gaze swept over his son and the team members, he nodded slightly, then looked coldly at the black-robed man whose path was blocked, his tone calm and unwavering:

"I noticed something fishy about this place yesterday, but I didn't alert them. I wanted to see what kind of big fish I could catch."

Today's trip was definitely worthwhile.

The confidence and consideration he conveyed in his words were befitting of his status as a strong person.

The shadowy figure stopped, its entire body shrouded in a black robe, revealing only a pair of deep-set eyes.

He looked at Shen Zhenglan and chuckled softly, his voice hoarse:

"Shen Zhenglan, you've got quite the scheming."

A glint of light flashed in Shen Zhenglan's eyes:

"Since you know Shen, why don't you just surrender?"

"Surrender?" The man in black robes sneered, his aura suddenly turning dangerous.

"Shen Zhenglan, are you so confident that you can stop me?"

A barely perceptible ripple crossed Shen Zhenglan's face, his tone growing even colder:

"You coward, who are you really?"

The man in black robes did not answer; instead, he slowly raised his hands.

A vast and powerful mental force suddenly erupted, revealing a terrifying cultivation level at the peak of the late stage of the sixth rank!

The immense pressure seemed to freeze the surrounding air!

"Want to know? Beat me first!"

Shen Zhenglan said no more, his right hand clenched as if drawing an invisible sword.

This was a manifestation of his highly concentrated mental power; the air was compressed to the extreme, producing transparent, distorted ripples and emitting a low hum.

Seeing this, the man in black robes no longer held back. He spread his arms and gathered a powerful mental force in his palms, carrying an aura that could tear everything apart!

"Want to keep me here? Let's see what you do!"

Before he finished speaking, dozens of black mental energy beams, like whips and spears, flew towards Shen Zhenglan's vital points from all sorts of tricky angles!

"You think I'm afraid of you!"

Shen Zhenglan snorted coldly, his white robe fluttering without wind, and his right hand, holding the invisible sword, seemingly casually drew a perfect arc in front of him.

Where the arc passed, the space seemed to be branded with a hot iron, and visible heat waves and distortions rose up.

The black psychic energy collided with the wall of heat, immediately hissing as it rapidly melted and evaporated.

However, several strands of mental energy still managed to penetrate through and head straight for Shen Zhenglan's face!

Shen Zhenglan remained calm and composed, his body radiating a brilliant golden light like the blazing sun, intense and righteous, as he struck out with his left palm towards the several streams of spiritual energy.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The two collided with a dull thud.

Meanwhile, Shen Zhenglan's "Invisible Sword of Thought" in his right hand slashed down, aiming for the black-robed man's shoulder and neck.

The man in black robes retreated hastily, his figure suddenly splitting into three as he retreated, retreating simultaneously from three directions.

This is not an illusion, but a residual image left by high-speed movement, and a false image created by a brief division of the body's psychic power.

Shen Zhenglan stepped forward, and with each step, a faint golden ripple spread across the ground beneath his feet.

His gaze was like lightning, instantly locking onto the "figure" in the middle with the most solid aura.

The sword's momentum remained unchanged, but the tip trembled slightly.

Two incredibly sharp, transparent psychic blades shot out, each aiming for the forehead of one of the other two figures!

"Good eye!"

The man in black robes gave a thumbs-up, and the three figures suddenly merged into one.

He clasped his hands together in front of his chest, instantly gathering all the scattered black mental energy into a constantly rotating black vortex in front of him.

The sword of thought slashing towards the black vortex was slightly deflected by the rotating force and slowly worn away.

The violent psychic shockwaves from the battle between the two spread out, instantly clearing away all the clutter in the winery's backyard and cracking the ground!

Even though Shen Zhen and the others were quite far away, they were forced to retreat repeatedly by this shockwave, their blood and qi churning.

Li Qingyan loudly reminded:

"Everyone, hold on! The aftershocks of high-level combat will hurt us!"

The shockwave swept outwards, causing the surrounding trees to shake violently and leaves to flutter down.

During the last chaotic battle of the God-Enchanting Ceremony, everyone was too busy killing enemies to properly experience the clash of powers between high-level God-Enchanting practitioners.

At this moment, everyone was shocked by this earth-shattering duel, their eyes fixed on the two people fiercely clashing in the arena.

Shen Zhen gazed at the two figures maneuvering across the arena, his heart churning with turmoil:

My father's mental power has been condensed to such an extent that his strength is already terrifying even before it has been fully revealed!

Although I have broken through to the mid-stage of the first rank, the gap between me and the peak of the sixth rank is vast. If I want to find out the truth about my mother's old case, I must become stronger faster.

"This is... the strength of a peak sixth-tier cultivator..." Zhou Shi murmured, his eyes filled with shock.

Wu Xian clenched his fists, his eyes filled with longing:

"That's amazing! I want to cultivate to that level someday so I can help Captain Shen and everyone else!"

Zhao Huaijin stared at the exchange of blows, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the hilt of his sword, muttering to himself:

"So what if it's the peak of the late stage of the sixth rank?"

Sooner or later, I will reach that level, or even surpass it!

Li Qingyan, Chen Xi, and others also held their breath and focused intently.

They were completely unable to intervene in a battle of this level; they couldn't even get close.

The desire for power in my heart was stronger than ever before.

At this moment, the battle between Shen Zhenglan and the man in black robes had reached a fever pitch.

The two figures moved like lightning, sometimes engaging in close combat, their fists and feet clashing, producing dull thuds.

At times, their mental powers clashed, with golden light and black light colliding wildly, erupting with dazzling light and deafening roars.

Wherever it passed, the ground cracked, walls collapsed, and trees were pulverized; its destructive power was astonishing.

Shen Zhenglan's mental power is extremely yang and strong, his moves are wide and powerful, carrying a righteous aura, and every strike aims to crush.

The black-robed man's psychic power was eerie and sinister, and his movements were unpredictable. He could often launch attacks from unbelievable angles, carrying an evil power that corroded the mind.

The two were evenly matched, and it was difficult to determine who was better in a short period of time.

"We can't delay any longer!"

Shen Zhenglan's mind raced. He feared that a prolonged battle might lead to unforeseen circumstances and that his son and others might be implicated.

A resolute glint flashed in his eyes, and he immediately stepped back half a step.

He formed a complex and profound hand seal in front of his chest, a powerful seal that only a sixth-level Divine Master could activate.

"The mighty power of heaven, the blazing sun!"

With a low shout, the surging golden psychic power around him suddenly subsided, transforming into a golden sphere of light that was only the size of a fist but so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it!

This sphere of light, like a divine sun falling to earth, carrying the power to incinerate all evil, crashed down towards the man in black robes!

Wherever the sphere of light passed, space itself distorted slightly, emanating terrifying, destructive energy!

This was his ultimate strike, bringing the Divine Incantation: Burning of the Divine Sun to its fullest potential.

The outcome hinges on this!