Yu Kou is like a walking killing machine, yet she manages to turn murder into a beautiful art form, which is truly ashamed.

Yu Kou danced gracefully like a pink butterfly, with bloodstains gently blooming on her fingertips. This did not detract from her natural elegance and grace. The anklets on her snow-white feet jingled melodiously in the wind, but to the foreign tribes, they sounded like death knells.

No matter how fast the alien races fled, they couldn't outrun the invisible wind. Yu Kou was like a god of death, wantonly slaughtering the alien races. It was simply a one-sided massacre.

At the same time, Zhan Changtian and Mu Feng also clashed. It was the first time everyone had seen Mu Feng make a move. His weapon was a pitch-black chain that emitted a faint glow, and it didn't look like anything serious.

Zhan Changtian brandished his blade, becoming one with it, and fiercely attacked Mu Feng. Mu Feng, true to his name, transformed the black chains in his hand into a black shield, blocking his path. Their first exchange was devoid of any probing; they went all out.

Zhan Changtian's blade charged forward relentlessly, with no chance of survival. All his energy and spirit were concentrated in this single strike. Mu Feng was very familiar with this move, but he was also extremely frustrated. This was clearly his own desperate stance, and now Zhan Changtian was using it like this, leaving him with an indescribable sense of resentment.

In the first move, Zhan Changtian gained the upper hand. A trickle of blood spilled from the corner of Mu Feng's mouth, and his dark red eyes were filled with bloodlust and murderous intent.

However, Zhan Changtian's eyes remained calm as he slowly raised the knife in his hand, preparing for the life-or-death battle to come.

Neither Zhan Changtian nor Mu Feng wanted the other to live, so they put their chance for the third round of competition now, a do-or-die battle.

The battle on Yu Kou's side was almost over. The massive tornado had turned blood red, and the alien corpses inside were completely obliterated. The remaining aliens had their heads cleaved open by Yu Kou's wind blades, their deaths gruesome.

However, judging from Yu Kou's expression, it seemed as if she had done something trivial. Such strength and such a state of mind were quite astonishing.

Yu Kou did not join Zhan Changtian in beating up Mu Feng. Even if they were sworn enemies, they should be given at least some respect. This was a fair fight between Zhan Changtian and Mu Feng. She did not want to insult Mu Feng, nor did she want to insult Zhan Changtian, so she chose to clear the area from the sidelines.

This is the highest-level battle between the human race and the alien race's prodigies, a battle that no one is allowed to disrupt. Yu Kou's task is simple: drive away the humans who approach intentionally or unintentionally, and show no mercy to the alien races that come, killing them on the spot.

Yu Kou's meaning was clear: this was Zhan Changtian and Mu Feng's home turf, and they should respect their opponents. If Zhan Changtian won, all the better. But if Zhan Changtian unfortunately lost, she would stop at nothing to kill Mu Feng; this concerned the fate and destiny of the human race, so what did it matter if she abandoned the dignity of cultivators?

Each strike from Zhan Changtian's blade was infused with his entire being's energy. The iron chains in Mu Feng's hands seemed to come alive, constantly changing shape. Mu Feng's exposed skin had turned a cold metallic color, yet he was still wounded by Zhan Changtian's blade, leaving behind shocking wounds. At the same time, wounds also appeared on Zhan Changtian's bare upper body.

Both Mu Feng and Zhan Changtian unleashed their strongest combat power, their blade energy rampant, turning the surrounding vegetation and rocks into dust that scattered in all directions. The dark light emanating from Mu Feng's black chains possessed powerful corrosive and toxic properties; when it struck the ground, numerous large and small pits immediately appeared.

Zhan Changtian's wounds began to turn black, a horrifying sight, but his expression remained unchanged. His unparalleled sword aura showed no sign of weakening; instead, it grew even more ferocious. Mu Feng, true to his name, fought like a madman, relentlessly pursuing his goal, his moves ruthless and deadly. But today, he faced Zhan Changtian, who was utterly fearless. In the end, he even abandoned defense, believing offense was the best defense. Space was torn apart by Zhan Changtian's sword energy, terrifying spatial turbulence radiating a dark light, constantly ripping apart their bodies.

Yu Kou's beautiful eyebrows furrowed deeply. If this continued, would the two of them perish together? In this kind of fierce battle, no one could stop them. In Yu Kou's opinion, it was not worth it to exchange Zhan Changtian's life for Mu Feng's life.

Fortunately, after several hundred moves, the two were still evenly matched. The alien race's defense and speed were much stronger than the human race's, but Zhan Changtian was an exception. This was the first time Mu Feng had encountered such an opponent. Now both of them were almost exhausted, and if they continued, it would only result in mutual destruction.

"Let's settle this with one move!" Mu Feng's face, covered with strange patterns, revealed a confident smile.

Zhan Changtian gripped his sword tightly, his resolute face showing no emotion: "That's exactly what I meant."

Zhan Changtian slowly tightened his grip on his battle blade. This strike was silent and stealthy, concealing all its power and fluctuations, yet the occasional ripples emanating from the blade were almost blinding. Mu Feng raised his aura to its peak, and the black chains transformed into a black dragon.

The two figures collided quickly, and the invisible blade slashed fiercely at the black dragon's head. The intense energy engulfed both of their bodies.

Even Yu Kou, who was closest to the two, couldn't see their exact situation clearly and could only keep retreating to avoid the overflowing energy.

After a long while, the two figures finally separated in mid-air. Upon closer inspection, they were both covered in blood. Zhan Changtian's knife was gone, and the wound between his chest and abdomen was horrific. Mu Feng, injured by Zhan Changtian's knife energy, was still in mid-air, spitting out blood.

A white curved blade appeared in Yu Kou's hand, with countless winds roaring and howling on it, as if the entire blade was formed from the wind itself.

Yu Kou ignored Zhan Changtian and leaped upwards, her thin, sharp blade silently piercing Mu Feng's heart.

Yu Kou showed no hesitation. For the sake of humanity, what did it matter if she bore a bad reputation? Not joining Zhan Changtian in attacking Mu Feng was already a huge concession she had made. Mu Feng was doomed to die today. A dense killing intent erupted from Mu Feng's bloodshot eyes, and the chains in his hands transformed into a small shield, held horizontally in front of his chest.

Unfortunately, Yu Kou's blade was blocked less than five centimeters from Mu Feng's chest. Yu Kou didn't care and unleashed an enhanced version of the Wild Domain, which directly enveloped Mu Feng, and then engaged in battle with the newcomer.