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

The female disciple's face instantly darkened like an icy pool: "What kind of skill is a sneak attack!"

"A sneak attack?" Xie Weixing's lips twitched, his expression clearly speechless. "Are you a bunch of idiots, morons? Before a fight, do I have to count down for you, three, two, one, Daddy's about to make his move? That doesn't count as a sneak attack, right? Did your mother almost choke to death on her own saliva the day you were born? Do you even have the ability to take care of yourself?"

The disciple's face darkened as he was scolded: "You!"

She gritted her teeth, her spiritual energy surging, a chilling and eerie force sweeping across the arena. With a flick of her wrist, several black, venomous blades shot towards Xie Weixing's throat: "Die!"

Before the Nether Silk could get close, a figure in purple robes suddenly swept past. Yu Xintang opened her ink-black bone fan with a whoosh, raised her slender fingertips, and the fan surface shattered into runes that were drawn out in the air and formed in an instant.

"If you don't have a clean mouth, then don't speak," Yu Xintang said softly, but with a chilling edge. "Nobody thinks you're mute."

As soon as he finished speaking, the talisman exploded.

"Bang--!"

This is a sneaky explosive talisman that Xie Weixing and he researched together. It is designed to catch people off guard and has tremendous power.

This blast caused the female disciple's spiritual energy to dissipate, and she staggered and fell heavily onto the edge of the arena.

Yu Xintang stood quietly in place, her purple hair tied only with a plain silver ribbon. She did not wear a heavy jade crown, and the remaining fine strands of hair were unrestrained, covering her snow-white neck.

He raised his fan and smiled faintly, his features blurred through the jagged ribs of the fan. A few strands of hair slid down and lightly brushed against the corner of his eye, his expression both gentle and sharp: "Alright, now let's have someone who won't ambush you fight."

As soon as he finished speaking, countless purple wind blades roared out, as dense as a sudden rain. The black lines that had broken in the air were instantly annihilated upon contact with the wind blades, leaving not even a trace of poison behind.

The female disciple stared wide-eyed as her signature technique was wiped out and completely destroyed in the blink of an eye.

"Yu Xintang—!" Suddenly, a clear, gentle boy's voice exploded, the last syllable cracking as he roared, "You idiot! Can't you be a little more discerning?! You've really shocked me!"

Yu Xintang was so startled that her shoulders trembled, and she turned around.

Xie Weixing clenched his fists at his sides, bit his teeth, his face was blackened by the explosion, and one corner of his bangs was sticking up and curled from the heat.

Feeling guilty, Yu Xintang licked her lips: "...I didn't do it on purpose."

I was so busy showing off that I didn't have time to control my strength.

Hey, I already said that if Fu Xiu makes a move, everyone around him should stay away, especially those who love scientific research and innovation like him. We're not responsible if any innocent bystanders get hurt.

"You damned old American terrorist," Xie Weixing took a deep breath, raised his hand to wipe the soot off his cheek, revealing a patch of original skin where his fingers had touched, dazzlingly white, "I knew you'd kill me sooner or later, damn it, how are you going to compensate me for blowing up my handsome face."

Yu Xintang: "Eek."

At the same time, lightning suddenly exploded on the other side.

Tan Suiting's spatial spiritual power, combined with the original power of the Taixu Dragon Clan, instantly tore through the air above the arena. Silver-blue lightning crisscrossed the cracks. With just one person, he held off the chief disciple of the Taixu Realm and two other disciples.

Two disciples from the Jade Nether Palace attempted to flank Tan Suiting from the side, hoping to trap him in the center. However, as soon as they moved, the space beneath their feet suddenly twisted and collapsed, and they were imprisoned by lightning.

"Sizzle—!"

Amidst the raging lightning and spatial rifts, Tan Suiting stood in the center, his figure nimble and naturally exuding an air of superiority. His waist was extremely narrow, his lines clean and slender, and his strange eyes were indifferent and waveless. With a gentle flick of his fingertips, he achieved his goal.

"boom--!"

Tiny cracks in the space were accompanied by lightning, followed by a deafening explosion.

The two disciples who launched the sneak attack didn't even have time to scream before they were blasted away by the immense force and crashed heavily to the ground, vomiting mouthfuls of blood a moment later.

"Junior brother, junior sister!" The chief disciple of Jade Nether Palace opened his eyes wide, gritting his teeth, "Feng Hua Sect, how could you resort to such a ruthless attack? Are you determined to make our Jade Nether Palace our mortal enemy?!"

He was breathing heavily, and anger surged within him.

"Until death... we shall never rest?" Tan Suiting lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes casting a faint shadow, his brows sharp and cold, slightly pursed inward, his lips softly uttering words, as if in thought, "You are not worthy."

The leading disciple of Jade Nether Palace stared intently at him, then suddenly let out a sneer, a cold and eerie tone escaping his throat: "Fine, since you want to fight, then we'll oblige! You mere hidden sects, second-rate bastards, do you really think you can overpower Jade Nether Palace?"

The moment his words fell, his spiritual power surged and exploded in his palm. The arena floor was instantly covered with pitch-black Netherworld patterns, and a chilling black mist burst forth from the ground, suppressing everyone's spiritual power.

The Jade Nether Palace disciples who had been blasted away got up again, adjusted their state, and layered their spiritual energy around them, merging with the formation.

"This is a unique technique of my Jade Nether Palace, originally prepared for the Profound Nether Palace. I never expected you to have such an honor, forcing me to use this move," the chief disciple sneered. "Those who enter this formation will not leave unscathed. The top three will definitely be from our Jade Nether Palace."

After a moment of silence following the words, a very soft sneer rang out in the room.

Tan Suiting's gaze fell on the surging black Netherworld patterns on the ground. The surrounding clamor seemed to be separated from him by a thin mist. After a moment, the corner of his eye pressed down very slightly, revealing a faint disdain.

"Such an honor?" The young man's long eyelashes trembled slightly as he slowly raised his eyes halfway, his gaze sweeping lightly over the people from the Jade Nether Palace in the black mist. His brows remained unchanged, but a sharp glint flashed in his eyes. "These are the words that I, the prince, should say."

"Clang—"

The longsword was drawn, its cold light cascading like a long river. The blade shimmered with a faint, moon-white gleam. Tan Suiting's wrist sank slightly as he gripped the sword, the blade angled downwards. His long eyelashes concealed his cold, lonely gaze, his brows sharp and clear, like frost sealing a thousand miles.

A chilling and murderous sword intent suddenly descended upon the arena, and the air seemed to be crackling with lightning. The Jade Palace disciples, who had just been pressing forward with overwhelming force, abruptly stopped in their tracks.

Everyone's breath caught in their throats, the clamor below the stage instantly fell silent, and everyone in the audience was deeply shaken.

"Such a cold and extreme sword intent. I remember that His Highness the Crown Prince mainly cultivates the Path of Ruthlessness."

"Have you forgotten? The one from the Feng Hua Sect is the foremost sword sect leader in the Three Realms. How could his disciples be inferior in the way of the sword?"

"Why does this sword look so unfamiliar, yet possess such strong spiritual power and such a menacing presence?"

"Could it be...?"

The group had a very bold guess in their minds, but they dared not admit it.

"Sword name," a deep voice rang out, the frost-white blade shimmering with light. Tan Suiting stood quietly in the black mist, his white hair and frost-white sword, his cold sword intent enveloping the entire arena, "Feng Lian."