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

Yun Yiwei's face was pale, her breathing was disordered and rapid, and the dull pain of blood backlash surged up. She couldn't support herself and swayed slightly in place.

She has given her all, but now she is at her last gasp, her life hanging by a thread.

On the other side, Nie Zhao unleashed a series of high-intensity bursts, leaving him with less than half of his Taixu spiritual power. The crimson flames on the Phoenix Sword slowly died down, his arm holding the sword trembled, and his aura fluctuated violently.

Both sides were exhausted and faced off on the stage, the outcome still uncertain. The atmosphere below the stage was extremely tense, and the entire place was deathly silent.

No one expected the battle to turn out this way, with several desperate reversals, and in the end, both sides were exhausted.

On the high platform, Duan Qitian leaned forward, his expression extremely solemn, his gaze fixed on the arena.

Just when everyone thought that Duan Qitian would step in to stop the battle and end in a draw, Lin Fengque, whose aura had been fluctuating and whose figure was swaying slightly, suddenly straightened up.

Only then did everyone realize that although he had been injured by the dragon's lightning and his breathing was slightly disordered, he had been keeping a low profile and was still retaining his last bit of strength.

A surge of joy instantly swept through Yun Yiwei's heart: "Lin Fengque..."

Lin Fengque unleashed all his spiritual power without reservation, his body radiating a surge of azure light. The immense pressure of a half-step Void Realm expert swept out, and he roared, "Azure Wind Severing the Sun!"

The wind and clouds surged high in the sky, and the originally fragmented wind blades gathered into a giant blue hurricane that swept across the arena, carrying the force to tear everything apart, and crushed down on Nie Zhao and Tan Suiting!

This was his final strike, the strongest killing move of a late-stage Nascent Soul Realm cultivator, comparable to a strike from a Taixu Realm cultivator.

Nie Zhao frowned slightly, his spiritual energy at his fingertips stagnating slightly: "These lunatics..."

I underestimated Zixiao Palace after all.

To have maintained its position as one of the five major sects for a century is a testament to its true capabilities.

"boom--!"

The violent wind blades swept across, the fierce wind made the flags around the arena flutter wildly, and the stones flew everywhere. Lin Fengque's chest heaved violently, cold sweat soaked his hair, and a trace of light red blood was still on the corner of his lips.

He stared intently at the swirling sandstorm in front of the arena, his eyes filled with suppressed gasps and unwavering determination, as if he could already see his opponent being severely injured by the wind blades.

"Now the Feng Hua Sect knows how powerful they are."

"Two mere young disciples dare to show off in the sect's grand competition? Do they really think the arena is child's play?"

"They're utterly pathetic! Let's see if they dare to be so arrogant again after losing face like this!"

Whispers and gloating laughter rose and fell, and many sect disciples stood up and craned their necks, staring at the lingering dust in the sky, waiting to see the two geniuses of the Feng Hua Sect suffer a humiliating defeat.

Lin Fengque's tense lips curled into a triumphant smile, and even the tense spiritual energy around her body quietly relaxed.

As the gale subsided and the lingering power of the raging wind blades died down, the thick smoke that still billowed and filled the arena gradually dissipated, revealing the scene in the center to everyone. In that instant, all the laughter and chatter in the arena came to an abrupt halt.

The ground was covered with tiny fragments and cracks, but two figures still stood in the center of the arena.

"You've forgotten, I am a dragon."

A cold voice rang out.

Tan Suiting's white hair was pulled into an arc by the wind, with a few strands broken at the ends. His posture remained upright, like a solitary peak and jade tree. Spiritual energy appeared in his hands and flowed rapidly.

Beside him, Nie Zhao stood calmly in place, his red robes blazing like fire, a cold glint in his eyes, unharmed.

"Did His Highness the Crown Prince block Lin Fengque's final attack? How did he do that?"

"Tan Suiting had already exhausted his spiritual energy, so where would he get more?"

"Doesn't the Feng Hua Sect have talisman cultivators and medicine cultivators? Could it be that they prepared talismans and pills in advance and used them during the chaos?"

"Otherwise, how do you explain his sudden increase in spiritual power?!"

"Sect Leader Duan, he fouled!"

"Feng Hua Sect cheated!"

The crowd below was furious, and the people from Zixiao Palace also looked incredulous.

Tan Suiting had clearly exhausted all his strength, so where did he get the spiritual power again?