Imperial Scepter

Old Man Gao arrived on the wind, his gaze sweeping across the battlefield, and he immediately saw that Gao Chun and the other three were covered in wounds.

In an instant, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, his peaceful aura suddenly froze, and a fierce anger surged, even the surrounding wind seemed to freeze.

He gathered pale blue profound energy in his palm and casually waved his hand.

Without a deafening roar or dazzling magical effects, the bandit leader, frozen in ice for miles, instantly twisted and disintegrated, turning into a cloud of blood mist. He didn't even have time to scream before he vanished into nothingness.

Only a faint bloodstain was left on the spot, which was blown away by the wind a moment later, as if it had never existed.

This is the terrifying power of a Silver-level Xuan Master!

The other four bandit cultivators were struck by lightning upon seeing this scene, their bodies trembling violently as if they had been shaken to the bone.

His legs felt like they were nailed to the spot, unable to move an inch, his jaw trembled uncontrollably, and saliva mixed with cold sweat dripped down the corners of his mouth.

His pupils shrank to pinpoints with fear, his face drained of all color, leaving only a deathly pale ashes, and his previous arrogance vanished completely.

Their backs were soaked with cold sweat, sticking to their bodies. They were breathing with trembling hands, and their hearts were pounding wildly in their chests.

Looking at Old Man Gao's figure, he didn't even have the courage to look up and look directly at him. He could only stare at the ground, his fingers twitching uncontrollably.

Old Man Gao's eyes were cold as he stepped forward.

His steps were slow, and each step caused the ground to tremble slightly.

One of the bandits finally came to his senses and roared as he swung his knife at the enemy.

Old Man Gao raised his hand to block.

With a crisp clang, the long sword shattered, sending fragments flying.

The bandit felt a tremendous force backlash, his entire arm went numb instantly, and he spat out blood as he flew backward.

The other three were terrified and turned to run away.

Old Man Gao flashed and blocked their way.

He reached out with his left hand and grabbed a person by the neck.

The bandit struggled desperately, but it was as if he were locked in iron clamps and could not move.

With a "crack," his neck snapped.

The remaining two were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground, scrambling and begging for mercy.

Old Man Gao raised his foot and swept it horizontally.

With two "plop" sounds, the chests of the two men collapsed, blood gushed out, and they died on the spot.

He did not use any magic or mystical power throughout the entire process, relying solely on his physical body.

The four Bronze Realm bandits were all killed in an instant.

Not far away, the five members of Liu Neng's team stared in disbelief, their breaths catching in their throats for a moment.

They were all at the Bronze Realm level, and it usually took them all their strength to kill a single bandit cultivator.

"Hiss—is this the strength of a Silver-level Xuan Master?" Liu Dafa couldn't help but gasp, his eyes filled with undisguised awe.

Liu Erwang nodded repeatedly, his face still showing the lingering fear of surviving a close call, and echoed, "The difference between the Silver Realm and the Bronze Realm is indeed worlds apart! Not only is the quality of their profound energy completely different, but the difference in their physical bodies is also like heaven and earth."

Liu Neng quickly interjected to correct him, "No, don't compare him to ordinary Silver Realm cultivators. Village Chief Gao is already one of the top Silver Realm cultivators in our Jiuyang Town. I heard he's almost at the threshold of the Gold Realm. His cultivation is already the ceiling of the Silver Realm!"

Gao Chun was also deeply moved, his fists clenching tightly involuntarily.

Compared to his father's formidable physical combat prowess, he coveted the control technique, Thousand Miles of Ice Seal, even more.

From that great distance, he could freeze the bandit leader solid with a mere wave of his hand; with a casual flick of his wrist, he could obliterate him.

Such power was enough to make him itch with desire.

He had already made up his mind that the first thing he would do upon returning was to study academic law!

After dealing with the remaining bandits, Old Man Gao turned around.

His gaze swept over the group of people, who were covered in wounds and weak, and the last trace of coldness in his eyes faded, leaving only gentleness.

He slowly raised his hand and began to cast a spell.

"Secondary Skill: Physical Healing"

In an instant, tiny points of shimmering green light appeared at his fingertips.

The green light spread out like a misty fog, turning into fine specks of light, or like the gentle rain of early spring, falling softly.

The scattered green dots intertwined to form a soft net of light, slowly enveloping the four members of Gao Chun's team and the five members of Liu Neng's team.

In an instant, the wounds on the nine people healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The severe wound to Gao Chun's chest no longer stung, and a warm sensation emanated from his severed meridians; the scab on Gao Chengzhi's deep wound on his left arm fell off, leaving only a shallow scar; Wang Hu's pierced scapula was completely healed, and he was full of strength; the two seriously injured members of Liu Neng's team had their originally pale faces instantly turn rosy.

In just a few breaths, the nine people's injuries were mostly healed, and they could move freely without any trace of distress.

"Phew—that feels so good!"

Gao Chengzhi had woken up under the healing magic. He stretched and the weakness he had felt earlier vanished, and he regained some of his energy, though a trace of lingering fear remained in his eyes.

As Gao Chun felt his injuries slowly healing, a warm sensation spread along his meridians, and the tearing pain gradually dissipated. However, a strange sense of "greed" arose in his heart.

Old Man Gao's healing techniques are so effective!

The magical energy continuously repaired the damaged skin and flesh, but in the end, it only restored most of the injuries. If it could be completely healed in one fell swoop, that would be perfect.

The thought had barely formed in his mind when he shook his head in self-deprecation—he was being too greedy.

If such a powerful healing spell could truly achieve an impeccable cure, the value of support roles in a team would likely skyrocket, and the team wouldn't be in its current state where the support position is often the least valued.

Of course, this also illustrates that all five positions in a team are indispensable and each has its own importance; without any one of them, it is difficult to form a complete fighting force.

Thinking of this, Gao Chun's expression gradually became serious.

Through this perilous battle, he clearly realized that his team had a fatal weakness: the lack of a true support player.

With assistance, specializing in the study of these healing techniques will provide an extra layer of solid protection for future training.

Otherwise, after each injury, one can only rely on precious elixirs to endure it. If one encounters a long period of high-intensity battle, the injuries will continue to accumulate, which will not only affect the subsequent combat performance, but may even endanger one's life.

"It seems the team needs to add a support player," Gao Chun thought to himself, his eyes rapidly searching for a suitable candidate in his mind.

Their team already had high entry requirements; each member was a multi-colored Dao Seed and had to be around the same age as the four of them. Looking around, it seemed that only Huang Xiaoming met these conditions.

"I wonder if Huang Xiaoming has awakened the Green Dao Seed?" A hint of anticipation flashed in Gao Chun's eyes.

If he has it, then it would be perfect to recruit him into the team and fill this vacancy.

But if not, the standards will never be lowered.

The team emphasizes the complementary abilities of each member, and the long-term tacit understanding honed through daily interaction.

A true team, besides complementing each other and having tacit understanding, must also have members who are as close as brothers and sisters, able to shield each other from a fatal blow, willing to entrust their backs to each other, and willing to entrust their lives to one another.

A true team is like a family, and its members are like brothers and sisters bound by blood. Only by standing side by side, hand in hand and heart to heart, can they overcome all the storms and difficulties ahead.