The eldest young master stood behind the barrier, his posture upright, his expression stern, his eyes fixed on the troublemakers.

The faint fluctuations of spiritual energy emanating from his body revealed the anger he was suppressing at the moment.

"After the old man's attack was blocked, his expression instantly turned gloomy."

The face that was already full of wrinkles was now covered with a layer of frost, and his eyes were filled with deep anger.

Then, he gritted his teeth and said, "Hmph, don't blame me for being rude!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a majestic and powerful spiritual energy burst out from his body.

That is the powerful cultivation level of the late Jindan stage.

I saw spiritual energy surging around him, and there seemed to be a tangible light lingering around him.

It was as if a layer of dazzling light armor wrapped around him, and his clothes rustled under the stimulation of this spiritual power.

As the spiritual power was released, the air around him seemed to become heavier.

Some onlookers with weaker cultivation were forced to retreat again and again by the powerful aura.

The old man's feet were slightly off the ground, suspended in the air, and his hands were slowly raised.

It seemed as if he was gathering even more powerful strength, and his posture clearly showed that he was preparing to use all his strength.

"When the middle-aged cultivator saw the old man about to use his full strength, he was stunned for a moment, and then a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes."

He stomped his feet on the ground and shot out like a cannonball.

The big knife in his hand was raised high, and a cold light flashed in the air.

As he charged forward, the spiritual energy on the broadsword gathered, faintly forming a roaring spiritual beast.

He lunged at the young master with his fangs and claws bared, shouting, "Watch out for the knife! I'm going to flatten your Dongling Pavilion today!"

At the same time, he secretly cast a small spell, and threads of spiritual power spread out from his body.

It spread silently towards the feet of the owner of Dongling Pavilion.

Trying to trap the opponent's movements and create opportunities for himself and the old man to attack.

"When the Second Young Master saw that the middle-aged cultivator actually besieged the eldest brother, he was immediately enraged, and a cold light flashed in his eyes."

His figure flashed like a ghost, and in an instant he was close to the middle-aged monk.

He drew the sword from his waist without hesitation, and the blade reflected a cold light in the sunlight.

Then he suddenly stabbed at the middle-aged monk. The sword was fast and fierce, carrying the second young master's anger and the desire to protect his brother.

"The middle-aged cultivator was concentrating on dealing with the young master, when he was caught off guard by someone attacking him."

He was greatly alarmed and quickly shouted, "What are you waiting for?" His voice was filled with anxiety and panic.

The young monk who had been standing nearby heard the shout, tapped his feet lightly, and jumped up lightly.

A long sword instantly appeared in his hand, and spiritual power flowed through the sword, making a buzzing sound, as if echoing the master's fighting spirit.

The young monk went towards the second young master, and the two swords collided with each other in the air.

In an instant, sparks flew and exploded between the two of them like brilliant fireworks.

Accompanied by a sharp sound of metal friction, powerful spiritual power fluctuations centered on the two of them.

It rippled out in all directions, blowing the hair and clothes of the people around into flying shapes.