Cultivating immortality through titles, without bottlenecks.

While everyone was still confused and puzzled, Yang Chupei walked out carrying Chao Wenhao's head:

"The enemy leader is here!"

Upon seeing her master's head, Xu Jingshu's expression changed drastically. Without hesitation, she unleashed a sword aura, forcing Wei Zhong and the other man back.

He then joined his sword with his own body, abandoning his teammates as he fled down the mountain.

"Oh, Fairy Xu, wait for me!"

Fei Zhengge also sensed something was wrong, and scattered most of the black nails before turning into a cloud of black mist and escaping.

"Trying to leave? No way!"

Ning Zhiyuan gave chase, and Wei Zhong shook his head slightly, thinking to himself that this kid didn't understand the dangers of the cultivation world—don't pursue a desperate enemy.

"Enough, enough. As the senior brother, I can't just watch my junior brother die."

So it urged the fallen leaves to drift and chase after them.

The two sides chased and fled, and before long, Wei Zhong could no longer see the two enemies.

Only Ning Zhiyuan continued his pursuit in the same direction he had just been.

Suddenly, Wei Zhong stopped at a cliff.

He looked thoughtfully towards the edge of the cliff:

"No, no..."

There was clearly nothing wrong with the cliff in front of him, but Wei Zhong had been going up and down the mountain almost every month and knew this place like the back of his hand. In his intuition, he felt that something was wrong.

However, he only stayed for a moment before heading down the mountain without lingering any longer.

In the midst of the battle, Fei Zhengge smiled smugly upon seeing this:

"Haha, Fairy Xu, how is my bewitching array?"

Xu Jingshu felt disdain, but maintained a calm expression.

"Of course, excellent..."

As soon as she finished speaking, she staggered, and an unusual red flush rose from her neck and spread across her entire face.

"You...drug me?"

Fei Zhengge suddenly burst into laughter:

"Haha, since Fairy Xu was saved by this old man, she should pay some reward. In my opinion, she should repay me with her body."

"You... shameless!"

Xu Jingshu wanted to fight back with her sword, but her whole body was limp. As soon as she tried to raise her magic power, it was interrupted by an inexplicable heat inside her body.

Forget about drawing a sword, she doesn't even have a way to escape right now.

Her face flushed even more deeply, her eyes were glazed over, and she was uttering incoherent gasps.

Seeing the effects of the medicine taking hold, Fei Zhengge's expression grew even more delighted. He made a half-open fist with his chicken-claw-like hands and took a step forward.

"So that's it, it's an illusion!"

"Who?"

Fei Zhengge turned around upon hearing the sound and was greatly alarmed to see Wei Zhong appear in the formation:

"You, the alchemist from the Green Cliff Sect. How did you discover... wait, how did you get in?"

This formation is not just a simple illusion array; it is also a small defensive formation.

It was Fei Zhenge who painstakingly inscribed it onto a formation plate.

"Even someone at the late stage of Qi Refining wouldn't be able to walk into the formation so easily. How could this person do it?"

"Could it be that he's hiding his true strength, and is also a formation master whose power is no less than mine?"

Wei Zhong naturally wouldn't reveal his abilities in front of such an enemy. He casually took out the Rock Sword and glanced at Xu Jingshu, who was unable to resist, and Fei Zhengge, who was only at the fourth level of Qi Refining.

"That saves me some trouble!"

He immediately drew his sword and slashed, the sword energy condensing into a rain curtain, transforming into a bolt of lightning that slashed out, which was one of the Thirteen Styles of Qingfeng, "Ring of Light Slash".

The slash was so fast and sudden that it startled Fei Zhengge, who quickly crushed his personal talisman and activated his defensive magic shield to block it.

The two forces collided, neutralizing the attack, leaving the latter terrified.

"Hmph! Who dares to treat me like an easy target?"

He ripped off his outer robe, revealing a gaunt, ugly body covered in runes.

As he tapped and pinched his lower abdomen, a yellowish-brown spiritual light seeped out from his body, transforming into a phantom golden robe.

"Haha, young man, you've never seen this before, have you?"

"This is the array pattern technique that I have secretly studied. It can shrink a huge array into tiny runes, which are then engraved on the skin to form a small portable array."

"This formation is a superior-grade Golden Light Formation, supported by a special spirit-supplying system modified by me. Even if Chao Wenhao were to face me, he wouldn't dare say he could subdue this Daoist."

Wei Zhong's expression was strange:

"Array rune technique?"

This expression didn't seem fake; in fact, array formations were extremely rare around the Qingya Sect, and Wei Zhong had seen very few of them.

Not to mention this special technique of inscribing magic arrays on the body surface using runes as a carrier.

Seeing Fei Zhengge laughing wildly, Wei Zhong suddenly became interested:

"Is that so? Today I'll see just how effective your Golden Light Formation is!"

Sheathing the Rock Sword, Wei Zhong raised his palm, his fingers turning bluish-black, and with a stomp of his feet, he charged towards Fei Zhengge.

"Well done!"

The latter offered no defense, even exposing his chest, allowing Wei Zhong to attack him at will.

"Fool, how could I possibly reveal all my personal information?"

Fei Zhengge wasn't telling the whole truth. While the golden light array did have excellent defensive capabilities, it also possessed a unique ability to reflect damage.

As long as the intensity of the attack does not exceed the formation's tolerance limit, at least 50% of the attack power can be reflected back.

A "hothead" like Wei Zhong, who dared to attack directly with his bare hands, was exactly what Fei Zhengge wanted.

The latter laughed triumphantly, seemingly already envisioning Wei Zhong's pathetic state as he suffered a broken hand and wailed in agony.

But the laughter stopped abruptly. Fei Zhengge lowered his head and saw that Wei Zhong's right hand had pierced into his chest and abdomen without any resistance.

"How is that possible?"

While he was still filled with doubt and confusion, Wei Zhong swiftly and decisively found his heart.

With a casual crushing motion, the life force dissipated from Fei Zhengge's body at a visible speed.

He lost all his strength and hung on Wei Zhong's arm, his eyes rapidly dimming.

"It seems there's not much difficulty?"

Wei Zhong withdrew his right hand, casually tossing Fei Zhengge's corpse aside. He then looked down at his hands, where blood, amplified by his magical power, dripped rapidly.

"As expected, my title of 'Wall Breaker' is the nemesis of all formations."

"Not to mention illusion arrays, even defensive arrays are as useless as scraps of paper in front of me."

"However, are there any limitations to this ability? Will it still be effective against second- or even third-tier formations?"

Wei Zhong had never seen a second-order formation, let alone a third-order one. Such doubts could not be answered in the short term.

"Snapped!"

A pink hand rested on Wei Zhong's trouser leg. Xu Jingshu's face was flushed, and she looked radiant as she hugged Wei Zhong's leg and climbed up.

"Um?"

The other party seemed to have lost all reason, leaving only the most primal desires.

She reached out her right hand, intending to grab Wei Zhong's "earth dragon".

"Snapped!"

Wei Zhong waved his hand, knocking her hand away:

"You're quite skilled at it!"

The other woman was panting heavily and was about to step forward to untie Wei Zhong's belt.

Wei Zhong calmly watched this scene, and as he recalled the fellow disciples who had died in his sect, a frosty expression appeared on his face.

The hand, like a sword, slashed horizontally, the head flew off, and blood gushed out...