Red Wing hadn't expected his luck to be so good, encountering such a powerful group of newcomers.

Not only did they kill a Mahayana practitioner in a single encounter, but now they are pouncing on the Mahayana practitioner in mid-air like vicious wolves. This is simply unimaginable.

The most powerful among them was only at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, a whole realm lower than the Mahayana stage, but they did not fall into a disadvantageous position after this exchange.

On the contrary, several Mahayana practitioners were chased and beaten, looking disheveled.

If they had possessed a force capable of challenging those of higher levels back then, they wouldn't have ended up in this predicament.

Sitting on the greenery, Ye Xiruo released her spiritual power to observe the entire battle. Overall, it was not bad, but a quick victory was impossible.

These old guys have all cultivated for hundreds or even thousands of years. They have countless combat experiences and life-saving magic treasures. It will indeed take some effort to make them disappear completely, leaving no trace of their bodies.

Indeed, Ye Xiruo never intended to spare these people's lives.

These people are all part of an organization. Releasing one of them would expose a whole host of problems. Given their malicious intentions, they deserve to die. So it's safer to deal with them on the spot.

Hua Rong tugged at Qing Zhiyi's clothes: "Little Yezi's smile is so sinister."

"Really? I think I hear someone praising me."

"You're right, I was just praising you."

"Once we've dealt with these guys, let's leave quickly."

"That's natural."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Qinglian Tian couldn't openly use it, after all, one can't be too careful. But it was impossible to let Ye Xiruo sit quietly until the battle was over.

Ye Xiruo's mental energy had almost locked onto several Mahayana cultivators, ready to secretly finish them off at any moment.

These old men guessed that she possessed immense mental power, but so what? Could they defend against it? Ye Xiruo sneered.

"Someone's going to be in trouble."

Hua Rong looked at Ye Xiruo with a nervous expression.

"Little Yezi, just sit here and watch, don't rush up there." Qingzhiyi remembered her senior brother's instructions and quickly spoke up.

"Don't worry, these Mahayana cultivators are bound to lose. I have confidence in Brother Xiu Qi and the others." He also has great confidence in me.

That attack just now consumed about a third of her mental energy. She needed to reserve a third of her mental energy for self-defense, so Ye Xiruo only had a third of her mental energy left to use.

There's only one chance to win, so timing is crucial.

It was still a vicious and violent spiked club, slowly taking shape and floating on the outer edge of the battle circle, ready to find an opportunity to strike from the shadows.

The Mahayana cultivator who fought against Ye Liusha said that he had never felt so frustrated in his cultivation so far. This swordsman was simply a madman. Did he really not care about his life?

He was forced to back down after exchanging injuries and lives, a fight to the death, leaving him utterly frustrated.

Ye Liusha's injuries seemed quite severe, and Ye Xiruo's spiritual power locked onto the Mahayana cultivator that Ye Liusha was fighting.

When the Mahayana cultivator was forced to retreat again by Night Flowing Sand, he decisively made his move. The huge spiked club instantly shattered the Mahayana cultivator's sea of ​​consciousness and then violently churned it.

The Mahayana cultivator let out a scream: "Who is it? Who ambushed me?"

How could Ye Liusha possibly let such a good opportunity pass by? His powerful sword intent quickly enveloped the Mahayana cultivator, unleashing a barrage of swords—a true barrage of swords, with countless brilliant sword shadows relentlessly bombarding the Mahayana cultivator.

The Mahayana cultivator fought desperately, but his sea of ​​consciousness was injured. Coupled with the overwhelming force of the ten thousand swords unleashed, he had no chance to turn the tables. In the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, he died a very frustrating death under Ye Liusha's ten thousand swords.

"Great, another one solved," Ye Xiruo thought, squinting her eyes in a good mood.

"Little Leaf, what did you do?"

I secretly cursed him to die soon.

"Hehe." Hua Rong looked at Ye Xiruo with an expression that said, "You're kidding me."

"What I said is true. Ye Liusha is too strong. When he unleashes ten thousand swords at once, he is truly invincible. I even want to learn how to do it."

"Hehe, your family's number one genius hasn't finished his battle yet?"

"That's because Brother Xiu Qi wanted to have more fun."

Well, the death of this Mahayana monk must be related to Xiao Yezi, but Xiao Yezi refuses to say, so he won't force her. In short, Xiao Yezi is a deadly weapon, a deadly weapon, and absolutely cannot be provoked.

After killing his opponent, Ye Liusha, clutching his sword, quickly flew down, curtly thanked Ye Xiruo, and then sat down to heal his wounds.

"There are three more." Even if she wanted to do something after that, she would probably be powerless to do so.

However, it's a must for Brother Xiu Qi to kill his opponent, and what about Senior Brother Zi Shu? There's no problem with that either. Two princes of the Taiyan Divine Dynasty fighting one; if they still fail, this joke will be truly outrageous.

After the Night Sands wiped out one Mahayana disciple, the remaining three Mahayana disciples were clearly in a state of panic.

"You bunch of lowly slaves, you are simply audacious."

His response was an even fiercer attack.

"The adults will not let you go. If you spare our lives now, we might let you go."

"Shouldn't I be the one saying that to you?" Zishu raised an eyebrow.

"I prefer to let my actions speak for themselves." No matter how eloquent you are, words are useless. This is Xiu Qiyu's attitude.

"They're just someone else's dogs, yet they're so arrogant. Today, we'll uphold justice on behalf of Heaven." These were the words of the righteous princes, Tai Yanli and Tai Yanheng.

Ye Xiruo, watching from below, found it somewhat amusing. She knew perfectly well what kind of faces these people had when they first arrived. Now that the situation was turning against them, instead of kneeling down and begging for mercy, they were spouting threats. They were truly foolish.

Half an hour later, another Nascent Soul cultivator died under Xiu Qiyu's sword, this time with the familiar simultaneous attack of ten thousand swords.

Seeing this, Zishu realized that Xiu Qiyu had already finished the battle. No, he was the senior brother. So, the senior brother's inner universe also exploded. The fire in the wood spread like wildfire, and the purple Supreme Being seemed to have a life of its own, frantically attacking the Mahayana cultivator.

However, the final killing move was still the familiar simultaneous unleashing of a thousand swords.

I really want to interview Ye Liusha, who is healing his wounds on the ground, about the extent of his psychological trauma. It is clearly the ultimate technique of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, but now it seems like something that anyone can use.

When Tai Yanli and Tai Yanheng saw that Xiu Qiyu, Zishu, and Ye Liusha had all finished their battles cleanly and efficiently, while they were still fighting two against one, their old faces immediately became embarrassed.

Two azure dragons flew out from behind the two, performing a "double dragons playing with a pearl" maneuver, and the Mahayana cultivator died instantly under the two ferocious dragon souls.

Thus, the five Mahayana cultivators who came to pursue and kill him were all wiped out.

"Yay~ You guys are amazing, I didn't even help much."