At this moment, dozens of people from the righteous path also rushed out instantly, and the two sides began their initial confrontation.

Compared to the righteous path, the demonic sect appeared even more insane, with cruel smiles on everyone's faces. Before long, the two sides began to fight.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere. Hou Xibai and Yang Xuyan, both top experts from the Demonic Sect, were hidden too well in their daily lives, and no one from the righteous sects recognized them for a moment.

"Oh no, the Illusionary Demon Movement Technique! Those two are disciples of Shi Zhixuan."

"Go, all of you go!"

Someone finally recognized the two, but by then there were hardly any righteous disciples left alive in the arena.

"mean…"

Then another large group of people rushed over.

“Wanwan.” Zhu Yuyan looked at Wanwan.

"Hehehe, we've been waiting for so long!" the little witch giggled. Then she led the charge, followed by hundreds of people.

"Master, I'll go too." Shi Feixuan saw Wanwan and quickly volunteered.

"Okay, be careful."

"You guys protect Fei Xuan."

Fan Qinghui spoke to several disciples of Cihang Jingzhai.

At this moment, most of the fighting was between second and third-generation disciples, while the grandmasters and elders were still watching. Both sides were testing each other. This rare fighting opportunity was an excellent chance to train the young disciples. Only those who survived could withstand the sect's pressure in the future; otherwise, it was better to die. This was the martial world, a bloody and brutal world where right and wrong were indistinguishable. Both sides were now tacitly accepting this rule.

"Hehehe, Nun Shi, what's this all about? You need so many people to protect you when you're out fighting? Are you still breastfeeding?" Wanwan said, sheathing her sword. She had just exchanged a few blows with Shi Feixuan, but people kept popping up around her to interfere.

Shi Feixuan blushed and turned around.

"Senior sisters, please step aside. This is my fight with her."

"No, the sect leader has given the order," a female disciple quickly retorted.

"I am ordering you all to step aside as the Holy Maiden of Cihang Jingzhai. If I die, it is because I am not skilled enough," Shi Feixuan said sternly.

The disciples exchanged glances and could only retreat helplessly.

"Again." Shi Feixuan immediately drew her sword at Wanwan.

"Whoosh..."

Sword energy flew everywhere in an instant.

Wanwan, on the other hand, was constantly dodging like a flying elf.

"ah…"

Suddenly, Wanwan dodged one of Shi Feixuan's sword strikes, which then flew towards a righteous disciple. The disciple screamed and died instantly.

“You…” Shi Feixuan was stunned.

"Whoosh..."

At that moment, Wanwan's sword also came flying.

Shi Feixuan was caught off guard and her arm was immediately stabbed.

"You still dare to get distracted?" Wanwan said with a charming laugh.

"bite…"

Their swords clashed again, and Shi Feixuan gritted her teeth and endured the pain.

"Alas, Feixuan lacks experience," Ning Daoqi sighed.

The battlefield is ever-changing, and it's common for friendly fire to happen.

Before they knew it, the two sides had been fighting for a quarter of an hour. Countless people were dead or wounded on the ground, and the ground was stained red with blood.

"Kill them, kill them all, the more the better. That way the Blood Demon can emerge legitimately." From behind the Demonic Sect, Dan Chenzi, concealed, watched this scene and said coldly.

Gradually, the demonic sect gained the upper hand. The righteous path was always somewhat hesitant in dealing with such large-scale battles, while the demonic sect used every means possible, even pushing their own people to block swords at crucial moments.

"Let's go," Fan Qinghui said coldly.

After saying that, he used his lightness skill to leap out, and then many grandmasters around him also rushed out.

"Haha, it's our turn!" Rong Fengxiang laughed and charged out. His bulky body did not hinder his agility, and he left several afterimages in the air. Behind him, You Juanniao, Xi Ying, Zuo Youxian, and others also rushed out.

At this moment, Ning Daoqi and Fu Cailin exchanged a glance and then nodded.

"Let's go too."

"Shi Zhixuan!" Ning Daoqi shouted. Then he soared into the sky.

"Hahaha, Master Ning, I've come to meet you." At this moment, a man rushed out from the side, holding a large knife and leaping high into the air. It was Song Que.

"So you really came." Ning Daoqi's expression changed.

"Song Que, are you going to aid and abet evil?" Fan Qinghui shouted as she turned to Song Que in the air after repelling You Juan Bird with her sword.

"I just want to spar with Master Ning," Song Que said without changing his expression.

"Master Ning, leave Shi Zhixuan to me!"

"Clang..."

After Fu Cailin finished speaking, he drew his sword, pushed off with his feet, and flew out as well.

Shi Zhixuan sneered and disappeared from the spot like a ghost.

"when…"

In mid-air, Fu Cailin hurriedly drew his sword, which blocked Shi Zhixuan's sword.

"You old codger, how dare you come to the Central Plains? Today, this will be your burial ground," Shi Zhixuan said coldly.

"Evil and heretical paths should be punished by all under heaven. I have heard that your Dao Heart Demon Seed Technique is extremely miraculous. I would like to see it for myself."

After Fu Cailin finished speaking, he fell from the air and stomped his feet on the ground. A chessboard phantom appeared on the ground. Then, he swung his sword, and many sword energies appeared on the chessboard.

"Yi Sword Technique." In the air, Shi Zhixuan's eyes lit up, and he became excited.

"What's this?"

Many people stopped when they saw what appeared at their feet.

"Make way, all of you!" Shi Zhixuan shouted. The disciples of the Demonic Sect immediately retreated.

They knew that the battle had now begun between masters and above. For a moment, only masters remained in the arena. In the air, Ning Daoqi and Song Que were locked in a fierce battle. Song Que's domineering sword energy slashed across the sky, while Ning Daoqi's Eight-Pounce Strikes were incredibly powerful, as if he had countless hands. His powerful fist energy shattered Song Que's sword energy time and time again.

"Go." Fu Cailin pondered for a moment, then pointed his sword at the chessboard.

"call out…"

On the chessboard, dozens of sword energies soared into the sky.

Shi Zhixuan floated in mid-air, with a large patch of black mist appearing behind him, slowly gathering into a black figure.

"Hiss... What is this?"

Gradually, a figure appeared, which was the phantom of a black Buddha.

"Shi Zhixuan, how dare you!" Liao Ming was furious upon seeing this.

The Buddha had a kind and benevolent face and a dignified appearance, but his entire body was black, which made him look very strange.

At this moment, the sword energy within Fu Cailin's Yi Sword Formation also arrived in front of the Buddha.

"Amitabha." Shi Zhixuan put his hands together in a gesture of respect, like a virtuous monk.

"Buzz..."

Suddenly, a protective shield formed around the Buddha's body from the black aura.

"Ta-da..."

The dozens of sword energies were then absorbed, then reversed and flew downwards towards where Fu Cailin was.

"Swish swish..."

"Boom boom boom boom..."

Fu Cailin quickly dodged, but the sword energy struck the ground with a loud explosion, and the chessboard was instantly shattered.

"This guy actually cultivated the Heavenly Demon Technique." Zhu Yuyan's expression was somewhat complicated. Just now, Shi Zhixuan had used the Heavenly Demon Force Field to change the direction of Fu Cailin's sword energy. This was the power that could only be achieved at the fifteenth level of the Heavenly Demon Technique.

"Cultivating both Buddhism and demonic arts, Shi Zhixuan, you are indeed a genius," Fu Cailin exclaimed.

Meanwhile, Fan Qinghui and the others were locked in a stalemate with the elders of the Demonic Sect. Although the righteous path was stronger, the Demonic Sect had the advantage in the number of Grandmasters, and Fan Qinghui was even able to fight two against one without being at a disadvantage.

"Eight Styles of Heavenly Blade".

Suddenly, Song Que's voice came from the air.

In an instant, the weather changed dramatically. Song Que, like a god, raised his precious sword high, and a huge sword aura appeared in the air, slashing towards Ning Daoqi in front of him.

“Eight Poisonous Mastery,” Ning Daoqi said in a deep voice.

He raised his hands high, and a huge phantom hand flew out to meet the incoming blade energy.

"boom…"

The two people's energy created a huge sound in the air, followed by a gust of wind that caused the people below to retreat.

"Well done, Ning Daoqi. I didn't expect you to stop my eighth strike." Song Que said with some disappointment.

"It's a pity you haven't mastered the Ninth Blade yet," Ning Daoqi said slowly.

"I lost," Song Que said, shaking his head.

The four grandmasters just fought, with one winning and one losing. It's considered a draw.

Just then, a figure appeared in the sky, flapping its wings and slowly flying to the top of everyone's heads.

"An immortal!" Everyone was immediately shocked.

It was Dan Chenzi who arrived.

While everyone was still in shock, Dan Chenzi's body suddenly disappeared into the air.

"Pfft..."

"you…"

Fu Cailin froze, looking down in disbelief. A hand pierced through his chest, clutching a pounding heart.

"What?!" Everyone was immediately shocked.

“Fu Cailin!” Ning Daoqi exclaimed in surprise.

But Chenzi withdrew his hand, and Fu Cailin slowly turned around, looking at the other person with a look of fear, before he could even react.

He coughed up blood, tried to say something but couldn't, and collapsed.

The scene was silent; a grandmaster had been killed just like that.

"Ants," Dan Chenzi said coldly. He then casually tossed the heart in his hand onto the ground.

"Oh no! Dan Chenzi is reckless; he'll attack mortals! Everyone, retreat quickly..."

Fan Qinghui suddenly remembered the reminder from Xuantian Sect.

Dan Chenzi revealed a smile, and the metal wings behind him unfolded again, transforming into enormous wings about ten zhang long, instantly making him appear in the air.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

Tens of thousands of metallic feathers fell from the sky, flying towards the righteous path.

Ning Daoqi's expression changed, and he flashed in front of Fan Qinghui and the others. He circulated his power, and a blue energy shield protected her and Shi Feixuan.

"Ding ding..."

"ah…"

A clanging sound rang out all around, accompanied by many screams.

"Damn it." Ning Daoqi struggled to maintain the energy shield, which was already showing cracks. Countless feathers continued to fall on it.

"Dan Chenzi, how dare you!"

At this moment, the voice of Xuantian Sect rang out.

"Buzzing..."

A flash of white light appeared, and the Moon Golden Wheel instantly knocked away a large number of metal feathers. Then another flash of white light appeared, and the Sun Golden Wheel flew above everyone's heads, forming umbrella-like shapes that blocked some of the flying feathers in the air.

Dan Chenzi stopped attacking and coldly stared at Xuan Tianzong.

At this point, less than one-tenth of the people were still standing on the ground; the rest were either dead or injured.

"How terrifying..." Everyone on the Demonic Sect side swallowed hard. Even Shi Zhixuan and Song Que stared blankly at Dan Chenzi, a faint sense of fear creeping into their hearts.