Shen Yunhao stopped and looked at the group of people in front of him, feeling inexplicably irritated.

"What instructions does Young Master Huang have?"

"Instructions?" Huang Wenlong sneered. "Today, I, this young master, will teach you a lesson on behalf of Fairy Ning, you ignorant fool!"

"On behalf of Fairy Ning?" Shen Yunhao couldn't help but chuckle. "I'm a little curious, from what standpoint are you standing up for Fairy Ning? Are you a shameless clown clinging to her? Or... a defeated opponent who was crushed in one move?"

"You brat! You're asking for it!"

Hearing these merciless and sarcastic remarks, Huang Wenlong flew into a rage, completely unaware that the "Zhu Dachang" before him was now a completely different person in terms of tone and demeanor.

"You think you can get yourself killed? You think you can?" Shen Yunhao sneered as he looked at the dozen or so figures behind Huang Wenlong, ranging from the early to late stages of the Soul Condensation Realm.

"Or are you saying that you want to get ahead on the surface, but in reality you can only rely on these lackeys?"

"Hmph! Don't try to provoke me with such low tactics. Even if I'm injured, I can still take you down!"

As he spoke, he took out a yellowish-brown longsword from his storage magic treasure and thrust it at Shen Yunhao!

"Oh? You got a new sword so quickly?"

Shen Yunhao smiled slightly, but Huang Wenlong, who heard these words in the air, felt his breath surge and almost fell down.

Not long ago, his original Xuan-rank flying sword was shattered by Ning Yuyao in one move, and now he can only take out a spare one. Shen Yunhao's words were undoubtedly full of sarcasm...

The earthen-yellow sword light suddenly exploded, carrying a heavy, sticky force, and slammed down on Shen Yunhao's head!

The sword wind howled, stirring up rubble and dust from the ground, creating a truly terrifying spectacle.

Shen Yunhao dared not be negligent. He circulated his spiritual energy and raised the Guixue Sword upwards. The sword trembled and emitted a muffled hum as it met the earthen-yellow sword light.

"clang--!"

A piercing clang of metal rang out, sparks flying everywhere.

Shen Yunhao retreated three steps, sending pebbles flying.

He felt a tingling numbness in his arm holding the sword, and his chest heaved with blood and qi...

Shen Yunhao's expression turned slightly serious... Don't be fooled by the fact that this guy was once defeated by Ning Yuyao in one move, his true strength is definitely not weak!

Putting aside everything else, how many of the elite sect members who make it into the Nine Provinces Chronicle are ordinary people?

Seeing this, Huang Wenlong gave a cold smile.

"Huh? You fat bastard? You think you can just jump around in front of me with that little weight?"

"The Chronicles of Wind and Cloud?" Shen Yunhao curled his lip and let out a long sigh. "It's not that great. I'll let Zhu Dachang sit on it another day!"

"ridiculous!"

Huang Wenlong leaped into the air once more, his long sword flashing without pause, unleashing a relentless barrage of attacks that enveloped Shen Yunhao.

Shen Yunhao, on the other hand, looked quite disheveled. Before long, his clothes were cut in several places by the sharp sword energy, and there were also several bloody marks on his arms and shoulders.

"Tch! Weren't you so quick-witted just now? Keep yelling!"

"You wouldn't even deign to touch Fairy Ning's shoes, let alone dare to do so?"

"Today I will cripple your worthless life and teach you a lesson about the world!"

Seeing the other party's disheveled appearance, the previous humiliation and frustration immediately vanished, and he decisively started his verbal attack.

The dozen or so Xuanhuang Sect disciples behind him cheered and applauded, their swearing and laughter filling the open space at the foot of the mountain.

However, they did not notice the cold smile hidden in Shen Yunhao's eyes.

As his wounds worsened, strange energy was being squeezed out from deep within his torn muscles and surged toward his right arm, which was gripping the Guixue Sword tightly!

The muscles in his arm twitched slightly, and a faint, teeth-grinding "crunching" sound came from deep within his bones. At the same time, a barely perceptible wisp of dark blue light quietly flowed within the dim blade of the Guixue Sword.

Huang Wenlong was clearly oblivious to this, completely immersed in the pleasure of crushing his opponent and the excitement of his rampant revenge.

"Boring, boring! Useless trash! I'll send you on your way!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the earthen-yellow longsword burst forth with a dazzling yellow light, carrying a terrifying power that could split mountains and shatter rocks, and cleaved down towards Shen Yunhao like a giant axe!

A massive mountain seemed to emerge from the blade, inspiring awe in those who beheld it!

Just at this critical moment!

Shen Yunhao, who had been retreating in a sorry state and whose breath was exhausted, suddenly smiled and the starlight in his eyes suddenly burst forth!

"Enough with your babbling! Haven't you said enough? Sit down!"

The pent-up violent power within his body, like a volcano suppressed for millennia, erupted with a deafening roar!

Instead of retreating, Shen Yunhao advanced, taking a sudden step forward with his left foot. The rocks beneath his feet cracked with a "crack," and spiderweb-like cracks instantly spread several feet away. At that moment, the Guixue Sword in his hand burst forth with an incomparably powerful light!

Buzz—!

The moment the sword light appeared, the awe-inspiring earthen-yellow mountain, which had only held on for a moment, crumbled and collapsed inch by inch!

"Wh...what?!"

Huang Wenlong's sinister smile froze instantly, his pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints, and a deadly chill, originating from the depths of his soul and never experienced before, instantly spread throughout his body!

"Young Master, be careful!"

A low, angry roar came from behind him. The instinct for survival overcame his fear, and the string of small, yellowish-brown stones on Huang Wenlong's wrist suddenly lit up with a yellow light!

This was also the key to his first "narrow victory" over Ning Yuyao, and now it has become his most important life-saving weapon.

The earthen-yellow light surged, transforming directly into a solid, thick, and massive earthen wall that blocked his way!

Under normal circumstances, this defensive power, comparable to the Netherworld Shield, would be enough to withstand a full-force attack from a Soul Control Realm cultivator...

Unfortunately, it encountered the Frost-bound Returning Snow Sword.

Ignoring any magical artifact or mechanical defense beneath the power of a divine weapon is equivalent to providing Shen Yunhao with a 100% armor-piercing bow...

laugh--!

The earthen wall remained standing, but the sword light struck the man behind him squarely in the chest.

"puff--!"

Blood mixed with tiny fragments of internal organs gushed from his mouth like a fountain. Huang Wenlong was thrown off the ground as if he had been hit head-on by an iceberg. Like a broken kite with a broken string, he drew a tragic arc in the air and crashed heavily into the mountain wall more than ten feet away!

The reversal happened so quickly that the Xuanhuang Sect disciples behind them were still standing there dumbfounded, waiting to welcome their young master's victorious return...

And then... the young master disappeared...

"You brat! How dare you—!!!"

Of course, before they could react, an extremely angry roar exploded from behind them!

The next second, a terrifying pressure as heavy as a mountain descended like a tangible wave, instantly locking onto Shen Yunhao in the center of the arena!

"Ugh...this is such a hassle..."