Gao Wu: Oh no! Young Master Zhen is a cultivator!

Lin Ran flashed away, abandoning his other opponents, and headed straight for Ling Guan alone.

At this moment, the Spirit Official has been in the world for some time, and although the Martial Saint's momentum is strong, he lacks staying power.

The Summoning God Technique is a type of overdraft-based secret technique. It allows for a short burst of peak combat power, but the longer it lasts, the greater the self-depletion.

If we can hold them off for even a moment, their momentum will inevitably crumble.

Swish!

The sword light of the Jinghong Sword suddenly surged, and the white-clad figure darted through the sky, his sword moves sharp and cunning, each strike aimed directly at vital points.

The spirit official's expression was stern, and the crimson-gold spear in his hand swirled like a dragon, its momentum magnificent, as he directly clashed with the opponent.

"You're courting death! A mere Golden Core cultivator dares to challenge me!"

Bang bang bang!

Swords and spears clashed repeatedly, creating layers of shockwaves that trembled the sky and caused the sea to surge endlessly.

Lin Ran relied on the physical strength enhanced by the Mountain Moving Technique, combined with the continuous spiritual energy replenishment from the Chaos Black Lotus.

He withstood the attack of the Martial Saint with unwavering resolve, his swordplay becoming increasingly steady, combining offense and defense flawlessly.

As time passed, the crimson-gold divine light surrounding the spirit official gradually became unstable and disordered.

The overdrawn power quickly dissipated, and the oppressive aura of a peak martial saint continued to weaken.

His face blurred for a moment, his Dharma image trembled violently, and his golden armor cracked inch by inch.

The crimson-gold spear emitted mournful cries, and the runes on its shaft rapidly dimmed.

The spirit official's aura visibly declined rapidly, falling back to the Martial Venerable realm.

The Dharma image collapsed with a roar, and Wang Qingfeng's figure solidified again.

The crimson-gold spear in his hand shattered inch by inch, turning into countless golden specks of light that dissipated into the sky.

The tide of battle turned instantly, with the offensive and defensive positions reversed.

On the other side of the battlefield, the situation was also quietly changing.

As Wei Yang's arrows rained down, his spiritual energy dwindled, and he was already severely injured by several golden-armored warriors at close range.

His shoulder armor was shattered, his skin and flesh were torn open, and blood stained his black clothes, making his movements increasingly sluggish.

The black mist surrounding the pig had thinned considerably, and its own blood energy had been depleted by the battle with the golden-armored warrior, leaving it weak and listless.

With his peak seventh-tier strength, Xuan Jiao withstood the veteran martial saint Miyamoto Kojiro, and already had several deep and long knife wounds on his body.

Its scales shattered, and dragon blood spilled across the sky, staining patches of the sea red, yet it still fought to the death, relentlessly entangled with its opponent.

Lin Ran seized upon the flaw in the overall situation and spoke loudly: "Wang Qingfeng, you not only colluded with Japan, but also with the secret realm protection organization. You are truly despicable!"

"You're spouting nonsense! I act with integrity and uprightness, how dare you slander me like this?" Wang Qingfeng's face turned ashen as he forcefully stabilized his chaotic spiritual energy and retorted sharply.

Lin Ran's sword aura intensified, its light sharp and fierce: "The facts are as they are, and you have no right to deny them!"

A distant, urgent roar came from the black dragon, its tail whipping around as it barely managed to deflect a fatal blow.

"If you don't deal with him soon, I'm going to be dealt with!"

Lin Ran smiled slightly, his tone relaxed: "Don't worry, I'll use my ultimate move on them right away!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Ran activated his mind and instantly took control of all the golden-armored warriors in the arena.

The golden-armored warriors, who had been locked in fierce combat, instantly ceased their attacks and began closing in on their opponents.

Pure fire-elemental spiritual energy was poured into the body of each golden-armored warrior from a distance.

Zizi!

The golden armor turned completely red, with scorching flames rising up and the spiritual energy structure violently fluctuating.

Countless fire bombs surrounded them closely, giving their opponents no room to retreat or dodge.

Lin Ran's gaze was icy as he uttered a single word.

"burst."

Bang!Bang!Bang!

A continuous, deafening roar shook the sea and sky, and layers of flames exploded one after another.

The terrifying shockwave from the explosion swept in all directions, and a heat wave engulfed the entire sea and sky.

The Sheep was the first to be hit, located at the center of the explosion, and its body was instantly engulfed by the flames.

The piercing screams were fleeting, and his body was instantly crushed into blood and gore by the violent spiritual power.

The Pig used its remaining spiritual power to prop up the black mist barrier, but it couldn't withstand the combined power of the series of self-destructions.

The barrier shattered instantly, and the residual explosive force poured into his body, causing him to explode and fall into the deep sea, his life cut off.

That is, Chenlong, who was at the Martial Venerable Realm, dodged in time and escaped a calamity.

Two Transcendent Realm warriors were instantly wiped out, drastically reducing the pressure on the battlefield.

The remaining force of the self-destruction swept over Wang Qingfeng, disrupting his original rhythm.

Wang Qingfeng's momentum had already plummeted and his spiritual energy was in disarray; now he was besieged on all sides.

Lin Ran seized the fleeting opening, teleported close, and condensed his sword light.

A single sword pierces the heart, clean and swift.

Wang Qingfeng's body suddenly stiffened, his eyes filled with resentment and disbelief.

He never expected that the deadly trap he set up with the Martial Saint would end up like this.

His body slumped downwards, falling into the rolling waves.

The situation on the field became clear: only Chenlong remained alone, along with Miyamoto Kojiro, who was still fighting hard.

Having witnessed the tragic deaths of two teammates and the annihilation of all allies, Chenlong felt a sense of dread.

He dared not fight any longer. Suddenly, the water vapor around him burst forth, transforming into a stream of watery light. He turned and fled at breakneck speed.

Lin Ran locked his gaze on the fleeing figure and gave the order in a deep voice.

"Xuanjiao, go after them!"

"Aren't you afraid I'll die on the way?" Xuanjiao turned around in pain, its dragon body breaking through the air, and relentlessly pursued Chenlong's fleeing trajectory.

Lin Ran turned around and faced Miyamoto Kojiro, who was all alone.

At this moment, Miyamoto Kojiro had just broken free from the self-destruction encirclement of the golden-armored warriors. His clothes were disheveled and his aura was unstable.

The continuous high-intensity strikes, coupled with the damage from fighting the Xuan Jiao, resulted in a huge depletion of his spiritual energy.

He stared intently at Lin Ran, the killing intent in his eyes growing stronger.

"You idiot, you're going to die today!"

The longsword rose again, and the chilling blade energy formed once more, with layers of wind blades sweeping across the sky.

Lin Ran calmly parried the attacks, his two swords flashing, the sword light and the saber light constantly colliding, intersecting and exploding.

Clang! Ring! Boom!

The crisp sounds of weapons clashing and the booming of spiritual energy explosions continued incessantly.

The two, one human and one saint, fought for over a hundred moves in the sky.

Lin Ran, relying on his pure spiritual power and unpredictable magic, steadily restrained his opponent and did not fall behind.

But he knew in his heart that the Martial Saint had profound knowledge and extremely strong endurance.

If the fight drags on, he will find it difficult to completely kill his opponent and will only waste his own spiritual energy.

Instead of wasting time here, we should capture the fleeing Chenlong first and completely sever this lead of the secret realm protection organization.

Having made up his mind, Lin Ran no longer lingered in the fight.

He formed a hand seal with his fingertips, instantly activating the Concealing Breath Technique, causing his figure and shadows to fade rapidly.

The aura and spiritual energy fluctuations completely dissipated, disappearing entirely into the long air currents.

Miyamoto Kojiro's deadly sword strike instantly cleaved through the air, and countless wind blades swept across the empty space.

The figure in front of me completely disappeared, and there was no trace of life within my senses.

Miyamoto Kojiro's face was contorted with rage as he slashed repeatedly with his long sword, frantically bombarding the surrounding airspace.

Countless explosions of spiritual energy resounded, but they could not force Lin Ran, who had been hiding, to reveal himself.

Taking advantage of his invisibility, Lin Ran descended and silently disappeared into the cold, deep sea.

Seawater enveloped my body, isolating me from all external senses.

He swiftly traversed the deep sea, rapidly pursuing the aura of the battle between the Xuanjiao and Chenlong.

Ahead, the sea surged and the spiritual energy raged violently.

The Xuanjiao dragon swept its tail horizontally, engaging in a fierce battle with the water-controlling Chenlong on the sea surface.

With his Martial Venerable cultivation, Chenlong controlled the water flow of the entire sea area, using layers of water curtains to block the Xuanjiao's attack.

Countless water blades swirled around him, constantly cutting through the Xuanjiao's scales and slowing down its pursuit.

But he had no intention of fighting, and while fending off the attacks, he fled at full speed toward the deep sea.

Lin Ran burst out of the water, his figure hovering in the air, and instantly joined the battle.

"Are you tired after running for so long?"

Upon hearing this, Chenlong was greatly shocked. He turned his head and saw the white-clad figure standing in mid-air, his eyes filled with fear.

He had already exhausted most of his spiritual power, and now, facing the combined encirclement of Lin Ran and Xuan Jiao, he was in dire straits.

"You're like a persistent ghost!"

Chenlong gritted his teeth and roared, as all the seawater around him gathered in front of him, transforming into a thick water armor to protect his body.

At the same time, countless water spikes formed and shot out densely towards the two of them.

Lin Ran unleashed his sword, the sword light sweeping across, severing all the incoming water spikes.

The Xuanjiao opened its mouth and spat out golden light, shattering the opponent's water-based spiritual power with a head-on collision.

The two, one human and one dragon, worked together seamlessly, combining offense and defense to quickly reduce the dragon's living space.