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Nan Qing didn't even get up from her seat, still leaning lazily against the back of her chair, simply making a light, elegant gesture in the air.

But wherever her fingertips passed, the space was torn open like a piece of cloth.

Immediately afterwards, she made a dragging motion—

"Bang!"

A figure in a gray robe fell directly from the void and crashed heavily into the center of the hall.

The man had snow-white hair and beard, an aged face, yet he exuded a sense of returning to simplicity, which also hinted at danger.

But at this moment, the man looked completely bewildered, clearly not yet realizing that he had been meditating in his cave, so how could he have been pulled away out of thin air by a hand?

Several sect leaders and elders present clearly recognized the newcomer. This person was none other than Xuanmingzi, the Supreme Elder of the Xuantian Sect.

Master Qingxiao's expression froze, perhaps not expecting Nanqing to be so capable. He was about to speak when he was interrupted by Xuanmingzi's sudden angry shout.

"who!"

At the same time, a terrifying pressure belonging to the Great Perfection of the Tribulation Transcending Stage suddenly erupted from his body.

The powerful figures from various sects inside the hall were forced to kneel one after another by this oppressive force. The sounds of chairs breaking and knees hitting the ground rang out repeatedly. Several sect leaders and elders from smaller sects even vomited blood and fainted.

Apart from the members of the Qingyun Sect who remained seated calmly, everyone else looked rather disheveled.

But at that moment, Nanqing's voice rang out softly in the hall, seemingly out of place:

"It's so noisy."

As the three words fell lightly, an even more terrifying pressure emanated from Nan Qing, crashing heavily onto Xuan Mingzi like a towering mountain.

"Click!"

Xuanmingzi slammed his knee into the ground, pinning him to the ground with his old face pressed against it. Only his eyes could still move, but they were filled with terror.

He was at the Great Perfection of the Tribulation Transcending Stage, the most outstanding existence on this continent, yet at this moment, he was suppressed by others like an ant!

"Thump, thump!"

If there were any people in the hall who could barely withstand Xuan Mingzi's oppressive aura just now, it would be a different story.

So, when Nan Qing released his immense pressure, everyone in the hall, including the sect leaders and elders whose cultivation had reached the early stage of the Tribulation Transcending Realm, all knelt down.

In fact, Nan Qing's aura was mainly directed at Xuan Mingzi, so the others only felt enveloped by an unparalleled power. No matter how they resisted, their spiritual power was like water droplets falling into the ocean, utterly powerless.

But all of this is nothing more than a gentle breeze compared to what Xuanmingzi has endured.

Although her cultivation level at this time is only at the Great Perfection of Tribulation Transcending, not all Great Perfection of Tribulation Transcending are the same.

This body houses the soul of Nan Qing, the soul of a unique ancient deity in the world.

Not to mention that her cultivation level had already reached the Great Perfection of Tribulation Transcending, even if she was only at the most basic Qi Refining stage, her divine soul power, even a trace of it, was far beyond what any cultivator in this world could withstand.

Looking at the various sect leaders around him who suddenly seemed half a head shorter, Master Qinghe swallowed hard.

He exchanged a glance with the Fifth Elder and the Sixth Elder, and the three of them silently wiped away their sweat.

Is his junior master even more terrifying than before the last "fake tribulation"?

"Xuanmingzi, I called you here so you could see a good show."

Nan Qing remained lazily leaning back in her seat, picked up the unfinished spiritual fruit again, took a bite, and gestured with her chin towards the Xuan Tian Mirror:

"Look, how is it? Are you satisfied?"

Xuanmingzi struggled to roll his eyes, but when he saw the scene in the Xuan Tian Mirror, his pupils suddenly contracted.

In the mirror, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within the secret realm suddenly surged violently, rushing towards Tantai Bei. The Xuan Tian Sect elder, disguised as a disciple, was forced to retreat repeatedly by the raging spiritual energy.

There was no surprise in Nan Qing's eyes. Tan Taipei's breakthroughs had been too smooth, which wouldn't do.

But letting him have his fun is one thing, while some people want to mess with him is another.

So he just played his game, and I played mine.

"Having a Nascent Soul stage elder suppress his cultivation, disguise himself as a disciple, and enter the secret realm to kill my disciples—what a brilliant idea!"

Xuanmingzi and Qingxiao Sect Master's expressions changed immediately, perhaps because they did not expect that Nanqing would see through the true identity of that "disciple".

Moreover, her strength is so terrifying that they can't even put up a fight, let alone fight her!

The other powerful figures from various sects who were still conscious were also shocked upon hearing this. They never expected that the Xuantian Sect would resort to such tactics in the joint competition.

"I knew you were up to no good!"

Master Qinghe slammed his fist on the table and stood up, pointing at Master Qingxiao and cursing angrily.

"But I never expected you to resort to such insidious methods! Have you no shame, you esteemed Upper Three Sects?!"

Nanqing took a silk handkerchief and wiped the juice off her hands.

Looking at Tantai Bei, whose aura was rising steadily in the Xuan Guang Mirror, she got up from her seat, walked slowly to the center of the hall, her blue robe trailing behind her, and looked down at Xuan Mingzi, who was lying prostrate on the ground.

"Your Xuantian Sect has given me such a great gift..."

"It would be very presumptuous of me not to return the favor."

Then, she raised her right hand and made a grabbing motion in the air with her five fingers.

"Boom!"

The entire Tianxuan Sect shook violently, the sect's protective formation teetered on the brink of collapse, and countless streams of spiritual energy converged madly into Nanqing's palm like rivers flowing into the sea.

"Who dares to cause trouble at my Xuantian Sect!"

"who!"

Several angry shouts came from all directions as the other old monsters and elders of the Xuantian Sect, who were in seclusion, broke through the air and rushed towards the main hall.

Nan Qing simply clicked her tongue and casually tugged at the air with her left hand.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Several figures crashed heavily into the hall like dumplings being dropped into a pot. Before they could even react, they followed in Xuan Mingzi's footsteps, forced to the ground by Nan Qing's oppressive aura, unable to move.

Among the seven powerful figures, two were at the early stage of Tribulation Transcending, and the rest were top experts at the Mahayana and Nascent Soul stages.

But now, they are all like toads nailed to the ground, lying neatly all over the place.

Such a scene left not only Xuanmingzi and the others speechless, but even Wuchenzi, the most eccentric master of the Tianji Pavilion, speechless.

Only Xuanwu Sword Master had the leisure to watch the spectacle.

Seeing another group of people sprawled on the ground, the old man struggled to twist his neck and shouted at the top of his lungs towards Nan Qing:

"Junior Nephew Ling Shuang, this is all the work of the Xuan Tian Sect. Could you please release us first?"

As he spoke, he exaggeratedly exclaimed "Ouch!" and continued:

"As you know, I'm an old man with frail bones, and I even twisted my back just now. I really can't take it anymore..."

Qinghe Zhenren: "..."

A powerful being in the early stages of the Tribulation Transcending Realm actually claims to have twisted his waist... Aren't you afraid of being laughed at if word gets out!

Nan Qing had no intention of implicating others, so he withdrew the pressure from the other sect experts in the hall. Only the Xuan Tian Sect members remained pinned to the ground like dead fish.

At this moment, Nan Qing was like a bottomless pit; no matter how much spiritual energy flowed into her body, it seemed to cause no ripples.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to everyone, the three spiritual veins beneath the Xuan Tian Sect are rapidly drying up at a visible rate...