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

Yun Yiwei still wanted to make a move.

"Yiwei—" Lin Fengque roared, "Come back!"

The woman in purple stopped in her tracks, snorted coldly, raised her arm to withdraw her spiritual power, and gracefully returned to her starting position.

"Their strength is beyond our expectations. The Phoenix Maiden has already reached the Taixu Realm, and the Crown Prince of the East Sea must have reached the late Nascent Soul Realm as well," Lin Fengque said in a low voice. "But as the saying goes, pride comes before a fall, and two fists can't fight four hands. Besides, there are two of them, but we have five, plus medicine cultivators and array cultivators who can set up medicine arrays to restore spiritual power."

Besides the three of them, the other two are both wind spirit roots, one is a formation cultivator and the other is a medicine cultivator.

Wen Fu did not participate due to insufficient cultivation.

If it were a protracted war, Nie Zhao and Tan Suiting would indeed be no match for the five from Zixiao Palace.

"As long as we don't make a mess of things," Pei Huaiyuan said coldly, "they will obediently hand over their weaknesses."

Yun Yiwei gently raised her eyes, her expression unchanged.

The Feng Hua Sect must pay the price for their arrogance. If they are defeated by the other side in a two-on-five fight, then the Zi Xiao Palace will lose all face.

"They're stalling for time, trying to exhaust the spiritual power of the two from Feng Hua Sect," Ning Xiang said, her eyes filled with appreciation. "Good idea."

Those who can sit in the position of direct disciple of the sect are mostly the pride of heaven, who have everything they could want since childhood.

Even when faced with a sect sending only two people to fight in a major competition, which is such a blatant provocation, one can still calm down and think about tactics, avoid their sharp edge, and choose the most advantageous way to attack.

Ning Xiang turned her gaze to the boy giving orders on the arena.

Lin Fengque.

The commander of Zixiao Palace is indeed a good kid.

Fu Yao remained expressionless.

It's good that they lost. These kids have grown up too smoothly and are too arrogant. It's good for them to suffer some setbacks.

Xie Weixing, on the other hand, remained calm and composed, as if to say that we couldn't possibly lose.

After all, he was accused of cheating when he ranked high on the Chinese server solo queue back then. In the end, he streamed a solo match and accepted a bunch of "adopted sons". He even changed his game ID from Backwater to "Show-off Guy Who Will Die If I Don't Get Killed by One Shot".

Yu Xintang tilted her head and asked, "Do you think Senior Sister and Xiaolong can win this match?"

Xie Weixing replied without hesitation, "Sure."

"Don't just brush me off," Yu Xintang said. "Analyze this seriously."

Xie Weixing looked at the two groups of people on the platform with a calm expression, as if he was thinking seriously.

After a long pause, he clicked his tongue and said, "Yes."

Yu Xintang rolled her eyes: "That's not fair at all."

"What's so unfair about this?" Xie Weixing raised his teacup, his fingers long and slender, his peach blossom eyes slightly upturned at the corners, but his gaze was flat with a hint of sharpness. "I don't think anyone of my generation can match the talent of the Dragon Palace."

"Within a hundred years," Xie Weixing took a sip of tea, lightly tapped the white jade porcelain cup with his fingertip, and said calmly, "I will guarantee him first place."

Yu Xintang raised an eyebrow slightly.

Xie Weixing keenly sensed his slight resentment, turned his head, glanced at him indifferently, and said with a hint of unforgiving sarcasm in his tone: "Big brother, you sleep until noon every day, how could you possibly be in the running for first place?"

Yu Xintang: "Oh."

He originally came to Feng Hua Sect just to sleep in.

Xie Weixing actually disliked him a lot within the sect.

Young Master Yu, relying on his high talent and the ability to read ten lines at a glance and remember everything he saw, always arrived at the training camp last and left the first after school. He would often urge Shen Chunri to go down the mountain to play and take Xie Weixing to steal the small kitchen.

Sometimes Xie Weixing would be dragged out of bed early in the morning by his senior sister to meditate with Tan Suiting at Hanxin Lake. When he went out of the disciples' courtyard, he found that Young Master Yu's door was still tightly closed and unmoved. However, when Feng Jilan conducted a personal inspection of his skills at the end of the month, the other party was still able to practice the sword style without any mistakes and finish drawing the talisman array set up by Feng Yu.

At times like these, Xie Weixing could only resign himself to fate and admit that some people were indeed born to enjoy a life of luxury.

"There's nothing I can do," Yu Xintang leaned back, a gentle smile on her lips, "I'll be reborn as a Penglai person in my next life."

Xie Weixing smiled kindly and spoke gently: "Sooner or later I'll set up an altar and perform a ritual to curse you to death."

Yu Xintang:.

Wow.

Their gazes returned to the arena.

"I still have 60% of my spiritual power left," Nie Zhao said calmly, gripping the hilt of the Phoenix Sword. "I'll force them to make their move."

As soon as she finished speaking, her previously restrained phoenix fire surged again, no longer spreading its flames over a large area. Instead, she gathered and condensed all the spiritual power of the Void Realm and poured it all into her hand.

The Phoenix Sword was blood-red, its light dazzling, and pure flames condensed into a thin sword beam.

Tan Suiting's foundation in the Taixu Realm is unstable, so we should avoid exhaustion and decide the outcome with a single move.

"Little Dragon, use this momentum," Nie Zhao whispered.

Tan Suiting held his index and middle fingers together, pointing them upwards in front of his eyes. His brows and eyes were deep and cold, and silver-blue lightning flashed across his face. His pale lips uttered four words: "Summon the Thunder God to grant permission."

As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding spiritual energy was rapidly absorbed, forming a vortex in the surrounding airspace, and converging in front of Tan Suiting through several intermittent spacetime rifts.

Dark clouds instantly gathered, thunder rumbled on the horizon, and a deep blue bolt of lightning violently streaked across the sky, reflecting a silver arc of light.

Lin Fengque's expression changed drastically, his brow furrowing as if facing a formidable enemy.

"You like to hide, don't you?" Tan Suiting said coldly, his fingers, crackling with silver-blue lightning, clenched into a fist and slammed it down. His words carried a hint of ruthlessness. "You've missed your chance."

"boom--"

The deafening roar caused half of the arena to collapse and shatter instantly, sending debris and dust billowing into the sky. The aftershocks of spiritual energy spread in all directions, their power terrifying beyond measure.

Lin Fengque dared not take the blow head-on. He slammed a bolt of lightning into the ground and used the momentum to leap into the air.

The two array cultivators and medicine cultivators behind him were swept off the stage by this force that carried lightning and space, falling to the ground and being eliminated immediately.

The two looked up in shock, their eyes filled with trembling and defiance.

The power that erupted just now was something that no ordinary person could withstand.

Pei Huaiyuan was swept to the edge of the arena, his sword blade scraping against the bluestone ground, sparks flying and crackling. Luckily, he didn't fall down with that cultivator.

He steadied himself, but the rush of blood to his head caused his chest to heave, and he turned his head to spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Are you alright?" Lin Fengque grabbed him and lifted him into the air.

Pei Huaiyuan frowned, shook his head, and blood trickled down the corner of his lips: "He can still fight."

Unexpectedly, only four or five years after parting ways at Wanjian Mountain, the strength of Fenghua Sect has advanced to such a terrifying level.

Yun Yiwei rose up with a burst of energy, nearly being struck off the stage. A corner of her skirt was burned and turned charred. Her pupils contracted sharply, and her heart sank.

They had assumed that Xie Weixing and the Snake Woman, the two who were making their first appearance for the Feng Hua Sect, must be the strongest in the sect, which was why they felt comfortable sending them out to make a show of strength.

Lin Fengque had also guessed that Nie Zhao's strength was probably below theirs, but he never expected that their youngest junior brother would possess such terrifying control over his power. Such explosive power was probably no less than that of Huang Nu.

The Feng Hua Sect actually had a trump card up its sleeve.