If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

"Since you're all not afraid of trouble, today it's time to let this wretched place witness the true swordsmanship of Qingquan Peak."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Buci's aura changed.

Those flirtatious and dissolute words that were constantly on their lips were stripped away completely in an instant.

The ancient golden elixir within his body, which had been dormant for half a century, emitted a deep rumble, and violent spiritual power surged forth like a flood bursting its banks.

A chilling killing intent, having witnessed countless deaths and steeped in the resentment of the dead, soared straight into the sky.

This sudden and terrifying change caused the four female cultivators, who had previously maintained a somewhat scrutinizing and relaxed demeanor, to all change their expressions.

The pink aura at Yu Jianhuan's fingertips instantly dissipated, and an incredulous shock appeared on her usually teasing face.

Jin Qiaoqiao lowered her head slightly, a hint of fear flashing in her eyes.

Even though she was a powerful demon in the Transformation Stage, her heart couldn't help but clench when faced with this pure and extremely chilling killing intent.

Su Qingying and Lin Miaoyin both took a half step back in unison, their fingers gripping their respective magical artifacts.

"Is this killing intent truly the foundation that someone at the Golden Core stage can possess?"

For the first time ever, Yu Jianhuan's voice trembled slightly.

She simply couldn't reconcile the image of the man before her, who resembled a god of death, with the rumored playboy who only knew how to cultivate with women.

This completely overturned all her previous understanding.

They completely put away any slight contempt they had for Xie Buci and truly placed him on a position equal to or even higher than their own.

Qin Wanzhuang and Wenren Ji, who had been silently munching on dried meat, both gripped their sword hilts tightly at the same time.

They could understand better than anyone the pain and anger that their eldest brother had suppressed for fifty years.

Ignoring the shock of the crowd, Xie Buci took the lead in summoning his weathered flying sword.

His long robe, tattered from the battle, fluttered in the morning breeze, like an unyielding battle flag.

He transformed into an extremely dazzling sword light, no longer concealing or hiding, and shot straight towards the sky.

Mo Chengyue understood immediately, and with his feet stepping on the Heavenly Dragon Step, his figure transformed into a dark golden bolt of lightning.

He naturally stood protectively beside the female cultivators, closely following Xie Buci's steps.

Qin Wanzhuang, Wenren Ji, and the two junior brothers who were just passing by did not hesitate at all and immediately took to the air on their swords.

Ten beams of light, each a different color and imposing in their own way, instantly pierced through the gloom that had long shrouded the ruins.

They were like ten peerless blades swimming against the current, speeding across the sky with arrogance and recklessness.

This high-altitude sword flight, which disregarded the laws of the ruins, immediately alerted the remaining forces in the plains and ruins below.

In a blood-soaked swamp, several righteous and demonic teams, locked in a bloody battle for a few high-level spiritual herbs, simultaneously stopped what they were doing.

A powerful demon in the Core Formation stage, which had been hiding deep in the mud and was preparing to ambush a passing cultivator, poked out its ferocious head.

They originally wanted to take off and tear these reckless madmen to pieces to assert their territorial sovereignty.

However, as soon as their divine senses touched that area in the sky, all their movements froze.

What came from above was a combined pressure that was a mixture of supreme sword intent, terrifying demonic power of the Transformation Stage, and the overwhelming combined pressure of the Ancient Golden Core Perfection.

This oppressive force was like an insurmountable ancient divine mountain, crashing heavily into the depths of their consciousness.

Those cultivators who were preparing to take off suddenly lost their footing and fell directly into the foul-smelling mud.

The once arrogant demon was terrified and immediately shrank its head deep into the mud.

They lay prone in the ruins and swamp, trembling uncontrollably, unable even to muster the courage to lift their heads and look directly at the sky.

Fear clung to their hearts like a poisonous vine.

This cruel wasteland, known as the Shura Field, had its proud survival rules utterly crushed at this moment by the ten people in the sky.

Everyone realized that a terrifying monster, absolutely not to be trifled with, was passing overhead.

These ten sword lights sped across the sky without hindrance for almost half an hour, silencing everything in their path.

Only after flying over a range of rolling hills did Xie Buci take the lead in lowering the tip of his sword.

They landed steadily on a scenic mountainside fifty miles away.

As soon as everyone set foot on this land, the view was extremely wide, allowing them to take in the vast plains in the distance.

However, the exhilaration and slight feeling that had accumulated in my heart from the crushing flight were completely frozen the moment I landed.

The four female cultivators and Mo Chengyue were shocked to see that their senior brother, who had been so imposing and like a god of war descending upon the world just moments before, had changed his appearance.

His shoulders trembled slightly uncontrollably, as if all his strength had been drained, and even his spine became somewhat hunched.

He walked with unusually heavy and slow steps, step by step, towards the depths of the mountainside.

There, there was a dilapidated grave half-hidden by thick moss and overgrown weeds.

The morning sunlight slanted across the solitary stone tablet, conveying an indescribable desolation and loneliness.

Everyone held their breath and looked in the direction of the sunlight.

Although the inscriptions on the stone tablet have been eroded by wind and rain, the characters are still clearly legible.

The inscription above reads: "Tomb of Senior Brother Li Dingguo".

The air around us seemed to freeze completely at that moment.

A profound sense of heaviness and tragedy, spanning fifty years, washes over you as if it were a tangible reality.

Yu Jianhuan abandoned her usual alluring demeanor, and Su Qingying's gaze became more solemn than ever before.

Qin Wanzhuang's eyes reddened slightly, and Wenren Ji hugged his sword tightly.

Even the usually carefree junior apprentice lowered his head and dared not make a sound.

Xie Buci walked to the cold tombstone and stretched out his hand, his knuckles white from exerting too much force.

He gently wiped the dirt off the stone tablet with his fingertips, his movements as delicate as if he were caressing a priceless treasure.

This high-profile and invincible team fell into a long silence before this lonely grave.

In this ruin filled with killing and greed, they returned to the starting point of the tragedy.

All the glory and arrogance have turned into the deepest mourning before this stone tablet.

A cold wind swept across the hillside, stirring the withered yellow weeds on the graves.

Xie Buci's voice was hoarse beyond recognition, carrying the vicissitudes of time.

"Senior Brother, it's been fifty years, I've come to see you."

He bent his knees and knelt heavily in the mud.

Behind him, Mo Chengyue and the others stood solemnly, quietly accompanying this man who buried all his pain deep in his heart.