Taking advantage of the recent battle, Zishu had successfully broken through to the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm and severely injured the Nascent Soul cultivator. He rushed over immediately. He hadn't expected the situation here to be so critical; sending three Nascent Soul cultivators at once was truly an honor.

Taishang was enlarged by Zishu and slammed into the divine carriage. Seeing this, Yingxun also intensified his attack. Under the combined attack of Haixin and Taishang, the Nascent Soul elder spat out a mouthful of blood, barely managing to withstand the two pill cauldrons. However, the divine carriage was already on the verge of collapse.

"Useless, a bunch of useless trash." Li Feier was furious. Three Nascent Soul cultivators, and they were beaten so badly. The divine chariot was shaking violently. She had a bad feeling. Had she really offended someone she shouldn't have?

The Nascent Soul elder was caught off guard by Zishu's sword, his blood was boiling, and he was being suppressed by Zishu, so his face looked extremely ugly.

"What did you do to Elder Wen?"

"Since you care about him so much, why don't you go and keep him company?" Zishu's smile grew increasingly cold. Amidst the crisscrossing sword energy, Zishu's attacks became ever more ferocious.

The stalemate continues at Yingxun's place. Yingxun controls Haixin, and together with Zishu's Supreme Being, the Nascent Soul elders are suppressed and dare not make any rash moves. On the opposite divine carriage, only he can stop the alchemy cauldron. Once he fails to stop it, the divine carriage will surely be destroyed, and the people inside will have no chance of survival.

"Who exactly are you?" Li Wu was increasingly alarmed as he fought this freak.

"Didn't you already guess the answer?" Zishu casually tossed over a handful of poison pills: "These are my latest creations, enjoy them."

Li Wu tried to block the flying poison pills, but Zi Shu appeared directly in front of him like a ghost: "Your opponent is me."

More than a dozen dazzling sword lights directly surrounded Elder Li Wu.

"careful."

"You're the one who should be careful." Zishu's left palm landed lightly on Li Wu's chest.

"You're despicable, you actually launched a sneak attack."

"Likewise." Li Wu spat out a mouthful of blood, nearly going mad with rage.

With the poison pills from Zishu and Yingxun, the Nascent Soul elder was unharmed, but the fate of those in the Divine Chariot was uncertain.

Flames mixed with poison pills engulfed the divine carriage in an instant, and Li Feier's cry came from within the carriage: "Help!"

"What do you think? He who kills will be killed by others."

"Are you still going to watch the show?" Li Wu shouted into the void, and Zi Shu roared, "Retreat!"

Hai Xin and Tai Shang instantly returned to Ying Xun and Zi Shu's side, blocking the attack for them.

Zishu flashed to Yingxun's side, squinting at the three people who had suddenly appeared in the night sky. His expression darkened instantly; they were actually three Nascent Soul cultivators. One was in the mid-stage of Nascent Soul, and another in the late-stage. No wonder he hadn't sensed them earlier.

"As long as the three of you die, we will be able to obtain three pill cauldrons."

"Heh, do you think you can escape the pursuit of the Pill King Palace and the Medicine King Valley if the three of us die?"

"What if we side with the Demon Realm? Hahahaha!"

These people actually colluded with the demon realm; they deserve to die a thousand deaths.

When Ye Xi heard Ying Xun's telepathic message, she knew that things might not end so easily tonight. She first put on an invisibility talisman, then concealed her aura, preparing to launch a sneak attack.

She could already hear footsteps; it was two people. Thank goodness, Ye Xiruo breathed a sigh of relief. "Come on!" She secretly activated the maze within the divine chariot, watching the two people wander around inside, secretly scattering poison powder into the air.

These two are at least Golden Core cultivators, yet they were taken down so easily. Ye Xiru clapped her hands, thinking, "Using poison is indeed convenient."

However, before Ye Xiruo could even feel smug, a strong sense of crisis suddenly arose in her heart—such intense killing intent! Should she hide in her spatial dimension? What if she was exposed and hunted down by the entire continent?

Ye Xiruo stood there, stunned, still struggling with her decision.

A streak of snow-white sword light blocked Ye Xiruo's path: "Little Yezi, I'm back."

That familiar voice, that familiar presence: "Brother Xiu Qi." Ye Xiruo quickly grabbed Xiu Qiyu's white sleeve, afraid that this was just a dream.

"Don't worry, I will definitely protect you." Xiu Qiyu smiled gently, a smile that seemed to melt ice and snow.

Ye Xiruo nodded. The aura emanating from Brother Xiu Qi was similar to that of the eldest brother, so he must have already broken through.

"Whoever this is, please don't meddle in my business."

Xiu Qiyu sneered, took out a white cloak, and draped it over Ye Xiruo: "You stay here, I'll be back soon."

"Yes." Ye Xiruo's heart was filled with the joy of Xiu Qiyu's return, and he had long forgotten about the murderous situation outside.

Xiu Qiyu stepped out: "Danwang Palace - Xiu Qiyu, what can I do for you?" In the night sky, Xiu Qiyu, dressed in white, stood in mid-air, his straight and tall figure and flawless face creating a beautiful picture.

"Why is he here?" Zishu gritted his teeth.

"This is Xiu Qiyu. He truly is a god-like figure." This was Ying Xun's first time meeting Xiu Qiyu, and she was immediately captivated.

"All you have to offer is a face?" Zishu scoffed.

"You're Xiu Qiyu?"

His response was a sword light of extreme speed, accompanied by a faint scent of blood. A single sword strike had actually injured a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

"Aren't you a Golden Core cultivator?" The injured Nascent Soul cultivator clutched his abdomen in disbelief, where a long wound lay.

Xiu Qiyu, expressionless, held the blood-stained sword and said, "I've broken through." That simple sentence silenced everything around him.

Damn! Is it so easy to break through from the Golden Core stage to the Nascent Soul stage? Everyone has to be fully prepared, spending three to five years, or even ten years in seclusion, before they have any hope of breaking through. How come when it comes to Xiu Qiyu, it's just a casual "I broke through."

"So what if you've broken through? You can't possibly take on three people at once."

Xiu Qiyu remained silent, his sharp, sword-like eyes filled only with calmness, a calmness that often represented immense confidence.

"You go protect Junior Sister, I'll take care of things here." Zishu flew to Xiu Qiyu's side, ready to take on five opponents at once.

Yingxun, carrying a knife, went straight into the divine carriage.

"If you want to fight, then fight. Stop talking nonsense."

The seven Nascent Soul Venerables quickly clashed, with Xiu Qiyu drawing three Nascent Soul cultivators into his own battle circle. Zishu then faced off against the remaining two Nascent Soul cultivators.

Xiu Qiyu's sword became a nightmare for the three Nascent Soul cultivators opposite him; his unpredictable swordsmanship was almost flawless. Xiu Qiyu moved calmly between the three, occasionally splashing blood, his white robes still flowing gracefully like the wind.