During the time Qin Feng was in seclusion refining the Primordial Purple Qi, powerful figures from all the heavens and myriad realms flocked to this mysterious central region, all with one purpose—to seize treasures and opportunities.

In an instant, the entire central area was filled with violent energy, and various magical artifacts and spells intertwined and collided, emitting deafening roars.

Some powerful figures wield immortal swords, their blades flashing with light, slashing at their opponents like lightning.

Some powerful individuals would unleash their supernatural abilities, summoning enormous fireballs that would hurtle down on their enemies like meteors.

Blood splattered, screams echoed, and powerful warriors fell one after another in this chaotic battle.

However, amidst this chaos, four of the sixth men remained uninvolved.

They are Daoyuan and Ning Que from the Kaoshan Sect, as well as Feng Youyou and Qinglan.

All four were in stealth mode, skillfully concealing their presence so that the powerful figures around them could not detect their existence.

Although they were not far apart, neither of them noticed the other's presence due to the invisibility effect.

They were all silently watching the battle unfold before them, secretly calculating when they could make their move and seize the crimson longsword floating in the air.

This crimson longsword is a top-grade Chaos Primordial Treasure, its value immeasurable.

Whoever obtains it will undoubtedly experience a significant boost in strength.

Therefore, all four of them coveted the long sword and would never easily give up this rare opportunity.

Just then, a black-robed elder of unfathomable strength, taking advantage of everyone's unpreparedness, broke through the obstacles with astonishing speed like a ghost, and pounced straight towards the crimson longsword like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey.

His hands were like eagle claws, sharp and fierce, clearly intending to seize the mysterious longsword in one fell swoop.

However, just as his hand was about to touch the hilt of the sword, a mysterious force suddenly erupted like lightning, slamming into the black-robed old man.

The force was overwhelming, and the old man in black robes was unable to resist it. His body was sent flying like a kite with a broken string.

In mid-air, he spat out a mouthful of blood, like a blooming blood flower, both tragic and shocking.

This sudden turn of events left everyone stunned, and their gazes all turned to the source of the mysterious power—a figure dressed in a white robe.

"Lingxuan!"

The black-robed elder, who had been severely injured by the sneak attack from this mysterious power, turned extremely gloomy upon seeing that the newcomer was actually Ling Xuan.

His eyes widened, and he roared at Ling Xuan with a face full of anger, "The dignified Holy Son of the Spirit Clan is actually a coward who hides in the shadows and launches sneak attacks!"

Lingxuan's lips curled up slightly, forming a mocking smile, but he did not speak, as if he disdained the old man in black robes in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, he flashed forward and pounced on the black-robed old man as fast as lightning.

In that instant, Lingxuan's right fist suddenly burst forth with a dazzling white light, so bright that it seemed capable of tearing through the darkness.

This punch contained boundless power, as if the entire world was about to collapse under its force.

The old man in black robes clearly hadn't expected Lingxuan to launch such a sudden attack; he was completely unprepared.

Faced with this earth-shattering punch, the black-robed elder had no time to react and could only watch helplessly as Lingxuan's fist hurtled straight toward him like a burning meteor.

A deafening roar, as if the sky were collapsing and the earth were splitting, seemed to shake the entire space.

The black-robed elder's body was utterly powerless against this terrifying force, and was instantly blasted into a cloud of blood mist, scattering in all directions.

Blood mist filled the air, turning the surrounding air crimson.

The black-robed elder's body completely dissipated in the blood mist, leaving not a trace, as if he had never existed, ultimately meeting a tragic end of annihilation.

Everyone witnessed the black-robed elder being killed by Ling Xuan in an instant, and their faces all showed solemnity. They stared at Ling Xuan as if facing a formidable enemy, not daring to relax their guard in the slightest.

After all, the old man in black robes was no ordinary person; he was a half-step Heavenly Dao Realm expert, and among those of the same realm, he was one of the best.

In comparison, most of them were significantly weaker than the old man in black robes, and those who could rival him were extremely rare.

This means that Lingxuan's strength is so great that he can easily kill any one of them.

Whether it was Daoyuan, Ning Que, Qinglan, or Feng Youyou, they all had their brows furrowed and their faces gloomy, clearly finding this sudden turn of events extremely difficult to handle.

They were all determined to get their hands on that crimson longsword, but now that Lingxuan has interfered, it seems they have no hope of obtaining it.

While everyone was lost in their own thoughts, Lingxuan appeared unusually calm and composed.

He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, giving a half-smile as he surveyed the crowd present, before speaking unhurriedly, "I'll gladly accept this Primordial Chaos Treasure. Does anyone have any objections?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority that instilled fear in people.

The group looked at each other, none of them daring to speak.

Lingxuan's strength and background made them wary, after all, he was not only exceptionally strong, but also the Holy Son of the Spirit Clan.

Lingxuan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile. His gaze swept over everyone present, and seeing that no one spoke, he observed that no one spoke.

So he chuckled softly, "Hehe, since none of you fellow Daoists have any objections, then I'll take this sword!"

However, just as Lingxuan was about to reach for the sword, a mocking male voice suddenly came from afar, as if it had traveled from another world.

"Lingxuan, you're incredibly arrogant! You want to take this sword? Did you even ask me?"

The voice carried an undisguised provocation and mockery, which shocked everyone present.

The next moment, everyone's eyes turned in the direction from which the sound came.

A handsome young man dressed in a green robe was seen rushing towards them.

In an instant, almost everyone subconsciously released their divine senses to lock onto the young man.

At the same time, Dao Yuan and Ning Que, who were hiding in the shadows, saw the young man's appearance clearly. They were stunned at first, and then their faces showed great joy.

The newcomer was Xueying, a reclusive genius of their Kaoshan Sect, whose strength ranked among the top three in the sect!

His strength is absolutely no less than Lingxuan's, and there is a very high probability that it is far superior to Lingxuan's.

"Damn it! How could it be him!" Lingxuan's face was ashen, his eyes fixed on the nearby Xueying.