The sunset glow transformed into light, startling Su Jiuyin and the others so much that they jumped up from their spots.

"Xingtian's remains are not for you mortals to touch. Please leave immediately." Luo Xiafei's voice was cold as ice, exuding authority without anger.

Qiu Wuwei could sense the terrifying aura emanating from Luo Xiafei, and clasped his hands in a fist and asked, "Are you truly a celestial being?"

"Go back." Luo Xiafei flicked her sleeve.

The four people flew backwards, turning into light and shooting off in four different directions.

In the blink of an eye, the four of them had returned to their respective homes.

At that moment, whether Luo Xiafei was a deity or not was no longer important.

What's terrifying is that Luo Xiafei is far too strong, stronger than they can comprehend.

Even the sect's Nascent Soul Ancestor would probably be no match for Luo Xiafei.

Luo Xiafei returned to Bian Lang and saw that Bian Lang was still eating meat. She thought to herself that mortals really can eat a lot.

"Now I believe you are a god." Bian Lang saw everything Luo Xiafei had done clearly.

Luo Xiafei smiled and said, "So what's your decision?"

The reason for taking action against those four people was actually to intimidate Bian Lang and make him back down.

If Bian Lang were a smart person, he should have voluntarily given up Xing Tian's remains; his fate would have been much more dignified.

Bian Lang said, "I want to give it a try."

"Give it a try?" Luo Xiafei frowned.

Bian Lang laughed and said, "Let's see if my 100,000 years of cultivation can defeat the gods in heaven."

"Ten thousand years of cultivation?" Luo Xiafei stared wide-eyed, thinking he had misheard.

How can an ordinary person accumulate 100,000 years of internal energy?

The power that Luo Xiafei understood was immortal power.

If one truly possessed 100,000 years of immortal power, it would be enough to rival an Immortal Emperor.

Bian Lang looked relaxed; after all, even if he was no match for him, there was still Xing Tian's remains.

The fact that daytime is not suitable for transporting corpses does not mean that one cannot control corpses to fight during the day.

Bian Lang carefully put away the remaining chicken and said with a smile, "Immortal, please give me your guidance."

"In the Immortal Realm, I hold a lowly position and have little power, and I am not worthy of the title 'Immortal'." Luo Xiafei was very modest, saying that even though his magical power was weak in the Immortal Realm, if he came to the mortal world, he would still be able to crush all the experts there.

Bian Lang laughed and said, "Don't worry, if I get the chance, I'll beat you to death."

Luo Xiafei chuckled, but his earnest advice was utterly meaningless.

When dealing with someone who doesn't know when to back down, the best way is to use your fists.

Luo Xiafei's smile vanished, and she suddenly punched Bian Lang.

His fist was enveloped in golden light, while silver arcs of electricity crackled between his fingers.

In the surrounding mountains and forests, birds flapped their wings and beasts ran wildly in an instant.

Bian Lang dared not be careless and immediately gathered all his strength to unleash the "Regretful Dragon" move.

A golden dragon suddenly appeared and collided with Luo Xiafei's fist.

Rumble.

The deafening roar shook the mountains and rivers.

Luo Xiafei was filled with shock. She hadn't expected Bian Lang to be telling the truth. The power of that palm strike must have been the strength of a ten-thousand-year-old immortal.

None of the experts they had encountered before could withstand a single palm strike from Bian Lang.

The fact that the setting sun could be caught shows that immortals are indeed immortals, truly powerful.

Luo Xiafei suddenly drifted backward, and with a flick of her wrist, a gleaming silver longsword appeared in her hand.

Bian Lang had earned his respect by forcing him to use weapons.

At such a young age and with such strength, it is truly strange that he is not an immortal.

"Show your weapons." Luo Xiafei didn't want to seize the initiative; she only wanted a fair fight with Bian Lang.

Since he had decided to use weapons, he naturally had to wait for Bian Lang and let Bian Lang show his weapons.

Bian Lang looked at his right hand and said, "Whether it's killing people or slaying immortals, I only need my two palms."

"What courage!" Luo Xiafei no longer hesitated, his longsword trembled, and the tip of the sword burst out with a piercing hum.

A single thrust of the sword instantly transformed into hundreds of swords.

Strands of sword energy swept past Bian Lang's body like machine gun fire.

Luo Xiafei could unleash hundreds of sword strikes over several years, each one possessing the power to split mountains and shatter rocks.

But they always manage to avoid the waves.

Bian Lang appeared to be standing still, but his movements were incredibly swift, so fast that even Luo Xiafei's eyes couldn't catch them.

Bian Lang was merely dodging and did not retaliate, simply because Luo Xiafei's swordsmanship was too exquisite.

Watching the sunset glow and the sword fly out is always a pleasure, and Bian Lang can learn a lot from it.

Luo Xiafei launched over a hundred attacks in one go, but failed to even pierce the hem of Bian Lang's clothes.

Seeing Luo Xiafei retreat again, Bian Lang asked with a smile, "Immortal, why did you stop?"

"What are you doing?" Luo Xiafei asked, frowning.

Bian Lang said, "Learn swordsmanship."

"If you only look at the moves but don't understand the inner workings, you can only learn the basics," Luo Xiafei said.

Bian Lang laughed and said, "I wonder if the immortal would be willing to pass on his cultivation method to me?"

"Of course, as long as you honestly give up Xing Tian's remains." Luo Xiafei can teach Bian Lang this sword technique; it all depends on what Bian Lang decides.

Bian Lang smiled and said, "Since the immortal is so stingy, I can teach the immortal a set of palm techniques."

As he spoke, Bian Lang swung his palms, each strike aimed directly at Luo Xiafei's vital points.

After unleashing a set of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, Luo Xiafei was forced to retreat continuously, looking quite disheveled.

"What kind of palm technique is this?" Luo Xiafei asked breathlessly.

Bian Lang said, "How about the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms?"

"Truly exquisite." Luo Xiafei's words came from the bottom of her heart.

Bian Lang laughed and said, "There is one more palm strike. Please give me your guidance, Immortal."

Although Luo Xiafei felt tired, she could still fight.

Moreover, he was also very curious about what other exquisite palm techniques Bian Lang could use, and whether they could surpass the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.

With a leap, Bian Lang was already high in the sky, as if sitting on a cloud.

A series of Buddhist chants drifted from the sky, and in a daze, Luo Xiafei saw a large golden Buddha behind Bian Lang.

The golden Buddha suddenly raised its right hand and slowly slapped it downwards.

Bian Lang also swooped down at the same time, his right hand pointing forward, and his powerful palm force transformed into a huge palm print.

Even from a distance, Luo Xiafei could already feel the chilling pressure emanating from the palm print.

Almost all the trees on the ground trembled at the same time, and many of them even had their branches burst open.

Luo Xiafei immediately sensed something was wrong and wanted to dodge, but he felt that no matter where he fled, even if he could escape back to the Immortal Realm, Bian Lang's palm would follow him like a shadow and fall heavily on him.

Because of this thought, he felt that there was no point in running away, so he might as well take a gamble.

Luo Xiafei gripped his longsword tightly, his expression solemn. As the golden palm print approached, he swiftly thrust out over a hundred sword strikes into the air.

The sword's edge shone like fireworks, dazzling even in broad daylight.

But all of this was in vain. No matter how dazzling the sword light was, it would vanish without a trace in an instant when it got close to the golden palm print.

The chanting of Buddhist scriptures continues.

Luo Xiafei felt as if he were facing not Bian Lang, but the Buddha himself.

An endless despair began to grow in my heart, and it spread uncontrollably in an instant.

The golden palm print landed on Luo Xiafei, leaving a huge palm print on the ground.

Luo Xiafei's celestial robes were also shattered into dust, which drifted away in the wind.