Are you really trying to cultivate immortality? Something feels off.

The battle was forcibly split in two by the Phoenix Flame. Crimson flames spread wildly along the blue stone patterns on the edge of the arena, and scorching heat swept across the entire arena, instantly silencing the discussions of all the disciples watching below.

The spiritual energy flowing through Yun Yiwei's meridians suddenly stagnated, like a rushing river crashing into an ice wall, so stagnant that even the spiritual incantation at her fingertips almost dissipated.

The audience was deathly silent. All the disciples held their breath, their eyes fixed on the arena, not daring to breathe too heavily.

On the high platform on the other side of the arena, the elders of each sect sat quietly watching, their expressions so shocked that they seemed somewhat dazed.

"Your Feng Hua Sect has been hiding things far too well," Ning Xiang turned her head, her eyebrows twitching, and looked at Fu Yao. "A twenty-nine-year-old Tai Xu Realm cultivator, how did you manage to cultivate such a talent?"

The person next to him nodded in agreement: "Indeed, I thought he was at most in the late stage of the Nascent Soul Realm, but I didn't expect him to be in the Void Realm. This year, we actually saw a Void Realm expert who is not even thirty years old in the Spirit Realm Competition. The younger generation is truly formidable."

On the arena, Nie Zhao's eyes remained calm. With a flick of his wrist, the Phoenix Sword, imbued with Phoenix Fire, pressed forward once more. The flames condensed into sharp fire blades, slashing layer by layer at the shield formed by Yun Yiwei's spiritual energy.

"Click—"

A crisp cracking sound suddenly rang out, and countless cracks instantly covered the entire spiritual energy barrier.

Seeing that the shield was about to shatter and Nie Zhao's sword was about to fall on her, Yun Yiwei suddenly suppressed the shock in her eyes, replacing it with ruthlessness and determination.

She has remained the leader of her generation in Zixiao Palace for several years, devoting herself to cultivation. She has spent countless days and nights seeking revenge for the humiliation she suffered at the hands of Nie Zhao.

She absolutely cannot lose!

"Nie Zhao, do you think you can easily suppress me like this?" Yun Yiwei snorted coldly. Her previously stagnant spiritual power suddenly surged, the air around her surged, and her body sank down to avoid the direct attack of the Phoenix Sword. Her palms quickly formed complex and obscure spiritual seals.

The next moment, instead of retreating, she advanced, gathering all her spiritual power into her meridians. The stagnation that had been suppressed by the Phoenix Fire vanished instantly, and her hidden cultivation foundation exploded completely at this moment!

"Overturn the Nine Heavens!" With a furious shout, the electric current in Yun Yiwei's hand suddenly amplified. The array that had been dispelled by the scorching Phoenix Fire flowed back and gathered, transforming into thousands of sharp lightning bolts that densely surrounded her body, actually managing to resist the erosion of the scorching Phoenix Fire.

Fire and electricity, two spiritual energies, collided violently in the center of the arena, tearing each other apart.

"boom--"

A massive shockwave exploded, instantly cracking the bluestone floor of the arena. Fine stone fragments scattered in all directions with the aftershocks, forcing the spectators below to retreat and avoid the impact.

Nie Zhao raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

She knew that the Yun family had a deep background, but her impression of Yun Yiwei was still that of a child she had beaten and made cry loudly when she was young.

Unexpectedly, the opponent was still able to unleash such formidable combat power under the absolute suppression of his Taixu Realm spiritual power; his strength was indeed not to be underestimated.

"Yun Yiwei, you've improved quite a bit," Nie Zhao said with interest, a slight smile playing on his lips. "You're worthy of being my opponent."

Taking advantage of the moment when Phoenix Fire was blocked and restrained by Thunder Resistance, Yun Yiwei suddenly darted out. Her movements were light and unpredictable, so fast that only a blur remained. She avoided the frontal wave of fire and circled around to Nie Zhao's side and behind.

"I, Yun Yiwei, have never needed anyone's recognition," she said, her eyes sharp, her fingertips gathering spiritual energy into a single point, a sharp thrust aimed directly at Nie Zhao's vitals, "The only one I have ever surpassed is myself."

Lightning spiritual power is extremely fast and excels at strong attacks and surprise attacks. Yun Yiwei's technique has been mastered to perfection, and countless lightning threads surrounded and attacked from all directions.

Nie Zhao dodged to the side, gripped Feng Zhi tightly in his backhand, and the phoenix fire around his body swirled into a circle, firmly protecting him. The lightning struck the phoenix fire, was burned and melted, turning into ashes and dissipating. Yun Yiwei's attack was extremely fast, with layers upon layers of purple lightning that continued endlessly, one wave after another, actually grinding down the phoenix fire until it kept shrinking.

The situation reversed, and Nie Zhao, who had been dominating the entire field, was now tightly entangled by Yun Yiwei and unable to break free for a while.

An uproar erupted from the audience, pushing the tense atmosphere to a new climax.

"Senior Sister Yun is too strong. Her explosive power is not inferior to that of the Tai Xu Realm."

"So this woman was the true trump card of Zixiao Palace. Nanchuan is indeed full of talented people."

"The Zixiao Palace's expertise in lightning over the past thousand years is truly astonishing."

Duan Qitian on the high platform showed a slight change in expression, with a hint of approval in his eyes.

"At the late stage of the Nascent Soul Realm, just one step away from the Void Realm, he was able to use his proficiency in formations to fight against the Void Realm Phoenix Maiden. This child's talent is indeed outstanding."

"Interesting." Fu Yao leaned back in her chair and smiled.

It's time to let these little brats see the world.

On the arena, the battle intensified.

With Lin Fengque and Pei Huaiyuan joining forces, and with the assistance of two fellow disciples at the Nascent Soul Realm behind them, Tan Suiting's attacks, though fierce, could not defeat all four at once in a short period of time.

He glanced to the side, his expression already showing impatience.

In contrast, Zixiao Palace became more and more stable as the fight progressed, their minds completely calmed, and they had figured out his attack rhythm.

Lin Fengque keenly sensed that although Tan Suiting's spiritual power was genuine, it seemed unstable. It was extremely powerful when it erupted, but under the long-term consumption of their efforts to delay, the power of the silver-blue lightning was slowly declining.

Tan Suiting stood in the center, surrounded by a constant stream of people, and quickly drew a conclusion.

They wanted to exhaust his spiritual power.

"A bunch of insects," Tan Suiting coldly uttered four words.

Since you like to hide, then we'll make sure you have nowhere to hide!

"Senior Sister—" Tan Suiting used the momentum to get up and kicked away the electric blade that was attacking her. Her expression was cold and ruthless, and her tone was full of anger. "They want to wear me down."

Nie Zhao swung his sword to shove Yun Yiwei aside, his fiery wings unfurling behind him as he landed back beside Tan Suiting. Phoenix fire climbed and burned along the spine of the sword: "The Purple Cloud Palace is indeed not as easy to deal with as we thought. There are only two of us, and they want to exhaust our spiritual power."

After she finished speaking, she turned her head and realized that her junior brother was so arrogant that he hadn't even taken out his natal sword. He was dressed in a moon-white riding and archery uniform, bare-handed, and silver-blue lightning was rapidly crawling from his arms to his fingertips, crackling loudly.

Tan Suiting let out a sneer and said coldly, "Then beat them until they dare not waste any more time."

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There should be more tomorrow.