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

Before Zixiao Palace could recover, the battle situation reversed once again.

The audience erupted in cheers and exclamations.

"As expected, it is His Highness the Crown Prince."

"Feng Hua Sect is indeed an old and established sect. Just how many hidden tricks does it have up its sleeve?"

"I thought yesterday's Nascent Soul Realm snake woman and the young man wielding the ancient divine whip of the Dragon Clan were already amazing enough, but I didn't expect there to be two more today."

"Have you ever seen a Taixu Realm cultivator at twenty-four years old?"

"Let alone twenty-four years old, I've never seen a twenty-nine-year-old Phoenix Maiden of the Void Realm before."

Lin Fengque was greatly shocked. Looking at the sky full of silver-blue lightning, he felt a genuine sense of panic for the first time.

Now there are only three players left on the field. Pei Huaiyuan is injured and can only exert about 30% of his strength.

He could only pray to God for protection, hoping that the two opponents had exhausted their spiritual power after launching such a powerful attack.

Otherwise, Zixiao Palace would undoubtedly have lost today.

Tan Suiting's face was slightly pale from overusing his spiritual power, his eyes were cold and indifferent: "Get down here yourself."

A sky full of silver-blue lightning surged outwards along the spatial cracks, intertwining and entwining. The space was split open layer by layer, and the near and far directions were completely confused at this moment. The lightning that seemed to be far away on the edge of the clouds was now right in front of you in an instant. The sharp sound of space breaking and the thunderous roar overlapped, making people's eardrums hurt.

In her desperate situation, Yun Yiwei gritted her teeth, a look of madness flashing in her eyes.

"Fine," she was completely enraged, ignoring the backlash from her meridians and spiritual energy, she forcefully squeezed out all the remaining spiritual power in her body, even overdrawing her foundation, and detonated all the lightning within her. "If you want to fight to the death, I'll fight you!"

The pale spiritual energy surged wildly, and Yun Yiwei's body shone with dazzling light. The wind around her surged violently as she tried to break through the pressure of the lightning. She was willing to damage her very essence in order to fight back to the death.

"Yiwei!" Lin Fengque's eyes widened. "Calm down!"

As the commander, he would rather lose the competition than see his fellow disciple seriously injured in this grand contest.

"Lin Fengque, you may not care about the reputation of Zixiao Palace anymore, but I still do!" Yun Yiwei gritted her teeth, her chaotic spiritual energy tearing violently in mid-air, turbulent currents raging and dust billowing across the arena. "I will never admit defeat, even if it means death!"

Feng Hua Sect only sent two people to fight. If they really lose today, Zi Xiao Palace will never be able to hold its head high in the Spirit Realm again.

"Pei Huaiyuan," Yun Yiwei cried out, her breath ragged and unstable, a desperate act, "Help me!"

Pei Huaiyuan finally snapped out of his shock, suppressed the surge of blood in his veins, and poured all his spiritual power into the longsword in his hand.

"Whoosh—!"

The Xuan Sword flew out, and the lightning around Yun Yiwei finally found a sharp blade that could bear it, quickly climbing and wrapping around the sword, unleashing its strongest attack with all its spiritual power exhausted!

Lin Fengque reacted quickly and followed without hesitation.

The onlookers were all dumbfounded.

"Competitions of this caliber are usually only seen in the final few rounds of the sect competition."

"This is only the second day of the Spirit World Grand Competition."

"If we fight like this now, how will we be able to fight Zixiao Palace later?"

"It's all because the Feng Hua Sect is too arrogant and looks down on people."

"Yesterday's Qingyun Sword Sect was one thing, but Zixiao Palace is one of the five major sects, and they dared to send only two people."

"No wonder Miss Yun fought them to the death."

"It seems Master was right, this year's sect competition is indeed a gathering of immortal geniuses."

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, countless sparks crisscrossed, spiritual energies collided wildly, and the entire arena trembled violently, as if it might collapse completely at any moment.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the center of the smoke and dust, tense to the point of breathlessness.

The outcome will be decided in this very moment.

Yun Yiwei's power, which she was willing to exhaust her bloodline to unleash, far exceeded what ordinary people expected. The violent wind force actually tore apart the silver-blue lightning that crisscrossed the sky.

The moment the lightning domain shattered, the immense backlash caused Tan Suiting's shoulders to tremble slightly, and a trickle of golden-red blood mixed with the Taixu Dragon Clan spilled from the corner of his lips, meandering down from his chin to his neck.

His eyebrows twitched, his face expressionless. He never expected that the most spirited person in Zixiao Palace would be Yun Yiwei, who seemed to only know how to act like a hooligan.

The woman in purple broke free from her restraints and dodged to the side without hesitation, barely avoiding Nie Zhao's Phoenix Fire Sword Light. She roared, "You damned White Dragon, you've gone too far relying on your talent! Today, I'll take you down with me even if I die!"

The sharp flames grazed her shoulder blade, the intense heat tearing through her clothes and burning a deep bloody gash, sending waves of excruciating pain through her body.

Getting burned by the Phoenix Fire is no joke.

Nie Zhao raised an eyebrow, his pupils dilating slightly.

Don't you die?

That madman.

I never thought he was this simple-minded when I was a kid.

Having just been mistaken for being half a year younger, and now being cursed to death as Bai Long, Tan Suiting showed no expression, but raised his hand without hesitation.

"You can't take me down with you," he said calmly, but his eyes burned with cold fire.

The white-clad youth used his fingers as swords, and lightning imbued with the power of the Eastern Sea Taixu bloodline surged wildly from his body.

Nie Zhao raised his hand, exhausting his last bit of spiritual power, and threw out Feng Zhi to block the counterattack from the three people from Zixiao Palace. The arena shook violently, and wind and fire filled the air.

Lightning, accompanied by wind blades, mercilessly grazed Tan Suiting's body, sharply scratching a wound on his left eyebrow, instantly drawing blood.

"Little Dragon!" Fu Yao exclaimed in surprise, jumping up.

Xie Weixing's fingers, which had been leisurely resting on the seat, suddenly clenched.

Damn. Hitting someone is one thing, but daring to slap her husband in the face is another.

When he encounters Zixiao Palace again, he'll beat those video game idiots to a pulp.

Moreover, Tan Suiting has yet to bring out his natal sword.

This is a big deal.

Xie Weixing subconsciously raised his eyebrows slightly and smacked his lips.

I have a bad feeling; I might be doomed.

Trying to show off? You're under arrest.