My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

On West City Street, crowds surged.

Li Chengqian's seemingly ordinary punch had already been delivered with great force.

This punch had no fancy lighting or exaggerated fanfare.

Yes, but only the thud of muscles clenching, like the snapping of a fully drawn bow. A brutal killing intent burned in the eyes of the Tang Dynasty's Crown Prince.

"You ignorant mortal ants!"

Yin Wujiu looked at the fist that was about to smash into his face and let out a sneer full of contempt.

He didn't even bother to dodge.

As the young sect leader of the reclusive Guiyuan Sect, although he was a half-baked cultivator who relied on pills to get by, he was still a mid-stage Qi Refining cultivator.

No matter how strong a warrior in the mortal world is, what can he do to him?

Yin Wujiu casually waved his folding fan.

A soft "humming" sound.

A pale blue wind-attribute spiritual energy shield instantly condensed in front of him.

The shield's surface shimmered with a faint light, resembling an impenetrable wall of air.

"Crush my arm bone!" Yin Wujiu laughed cruelly.

He could already picture the pathetic sight of this arrogant black-clad guard smashing his fist into the spiritual energy shield, his entire arm breaking inch by inch.

however.

"Bang!"

A dull, muffled thud suddenly rang out on the long street.

Li Chengqian's right fist slammed solidly into the light blue spiritual energy shield.

The shield surface suddenly dented inward, but it didn't break.

The mockery on Yin Wujiu's lips had just spread, but he hadn't even had a chance to utter a sound of laughter.

next moment.

An extremely strange and violently terrifying internal force, like an invisible venomous snake, directly pierced through the spiritual energy shield!

"Black Tortoise Hidden Strength!"

This was the book "Advanced Version of Turtle Fist" that Li Chen had retrieved from his soul space.

These past few days, Li Chengqian has been practicing his fists wildly against the century-old locust tree in the backyard of the Prince of Qin's mansion, honing his skills to the bone.

The hidden force enters the body like a devastating blow.

Yin Wujiu's smile froze instantly.

He felt as if a thunderbolt had been shoved into his chest, and his internal organs were instantly turned upside down by this strange force.

"puff--!"

Yin Wujiu suddenly bent over, like a boiled shrimp.

A mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed from his mouth. He was thrown forward as if he had been hit head-on by a galloping horse, his feet leaving the ground and flying a full two zhang away.

With a "thud," it fell heavily onto the bluestone slabs of the West Market.

"Young Sect Master!"

The two attendants were terrified and rushed over to help him up.

The people on the long street were all dumbfounded.

No one expected that this seemingly frail young man in black would actually punch someone so hard that they vomited blood and flew through the air.

"You bastard...you mere ant...how dare you hurt me!"

Yin Wujiu clutched his aching chest and, with the help of his attendants, swayed as he stood up.

His once fair and frivolous face was now twisted like a demon from pain and shame.

What a shame!

The young master of a dignified immortal sect was actually punched and coughed up blood by a mere mortal guard on the street! If this gets back to the sect, how will he ever face anyone again!

"I will tear you to pieces! I will extract your soul and burn it with true fire for forty-nine days!"

Yin Wujiu went completely mad.

He shoved his attendant aside and pulled out a yellow talisman covered in red runes from his pocket.

That was a life-saving trump card bestowed upon him by the Grand Elder of the Guiyuan Sect, a "Blazing Flame Talisman" that sealed fire-type magic.

"Die!"

Yin Wujiu bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the talisman.

The talisman instantly ignited without wind, transforming into a blazing fireball the size of a water vat, radiating terrifying heat.

The air around the fireball was distorted and warped by the heat, and a suffocating wave of heat swept through the entire street. The surrounding people screamed in terror and fled in all directions.

Li Chengqian's eyelids twitched, and he instinctively wanted to draw his sword.

No matter how strong one's martial arts skills are, they are ultimately still somewhat lacking when facing the pure magic of cultivators.

Just as the fireball was about to strike Li Chengqian at the critical moment.

"presumptuous."

A clear, ethereal voice, yet imbued with boundless majesty, gently echoed down the long street.

Princess Chang Le, Li Lizhi, took a small step forward.

She frowned slightly as she looked at the blazing fireball flying towards her and the young sect leader with a ferocious expression.

A pure, icy blue light flashed in her eyes.

Chang Le neither dodged nor panicked.

She slowly raised her fair and jade-like right hand, her slender index finger making a light stroke in the air, casually forming a basic ice-type spell.

"凝".

He uttered only one word.

The temperature between heaven and earth underwent a terrifying reversal of extremes in that instant, from freezing to scorching.

An absolute chill, hundreds of times colder than the dead of winter, erupted from the center of Princess Chang Le.

Visible white chill swept out like a tsunami.

The fiery ball, which was originally so powerful that it could burn a person to ashes, was rendered powerless the moment it came into contact with this chilling aura.

A soft "sizzle" sound.

The blazing flames were instantly frozen.

A lump of ice the size of a water vat fell onto the bluestone slab with a thud, shattering into countless shards of ice emitting a chilling aura.

Yin Wujiu's eyes, which were filled with rage, were instantly replaced by terror.

"You...you too..."

He pointed at Princess Chang Le, his voice trembling so much that he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

But Princess Chang Le didn't give him a chance to finish speaking.

The white, chilling aura continued its relentless advance, like a giant ice dragon, instantly engulfing Yin Wujiu and his two attendants.

"Click click click..."

The sickening sound of ice forming echoed densely along the long street.

In the short span of a single breath.

Yin Wujiu froze. His terrified and distorted face, and his hand pointing forward, were all sealed tightly by a thick layer of crystal-clear ice.

Three lifelike ice sculptures in human form stood out abruptly on the most bustling West City Street of the Tang Dynasty.

Sunlight shines on the ice sculpture, refracting a dazzling yet cold light.

The entire street was deathly silent.

The fleeing people stopped in their tracks, and the vendors selling their goods gaped in astonishment.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the veiled, ethereal woman in white, who seemed to be a goddess descending to earth.

Li Chengqian swallowed hard and silently withdrew his half-drawn sword.

Looking at his sister's terrifying combat power, he felt a chill run down his spine.

If Chang Le gets angry in the future, won't the entire East Palace be frozen into a giant ice cellar by her?

"Who dares to harm the young master of my Guiyuan Sect!"

Just then.

An old, furious roar suddenly exploded from the distant sky.

A spiritual pressure several times greater than Yin Wujiu's enveloped the long street like dark clouds.

An old man in a gray Taoist robe, riding on the wind, swooped down from the roof of a restaurant on the street corner, like an angry old eagle.