As if they were of one mind, the three of them simultaneously activated the power of their origin.
The sharp blade transformed into countless sword shadows, continuously expanding the attack range.
The four factions, however, tightened their defenses even further, refraining from launching a rash attack.
Everyone knows that this offensive cannot last.
Choosing to engage in direct combat would allow them to quickly take down these individuals, but it would also consume a significant amount of their resources.
After that, other sects might easily take advantage of our vulnerability.
Therefore, they all unanimously chose a conservative playing style.
Anyway, the power of origin won't last long, so if we just stall for a bit longer, we'll definitely win.
Jue Ming and the other two could tell what the other was thinking just by looking at their responses.
But at this point, they had no other choice.
Jue Ming transmitted his voice directly: "Junior Uncle, Qing You, Zhao Xing, the three of you should forfeit later. If you only have two points, the secret realm may not be able to output anything."
Zhao Xing took over the conversation and said decisively, "Senior Sister Qingyou and Junior Uncle, since you two have forfeited, I will protect my points even if it means my death today."
Although Qingyou was gentle, she said with unusual firmness, "Junior Uncle should forfeit. The chances of getting 4 points are much higher than getting 2 points."
Ye Feng remained silent.
Seeing this, Jue Ming said anxiously, "Junior Uncle, don't be stubborn. You and Yun Xiu don't have any points. Dying here is meaningless! Besides, don't you know how important you are to the sect? If we can't get you back alive, we won't even have the face to enter the Sword Tomb after we die!"
Seeing that Ye Feng still did not respond, Jue Ming gritted his teeth in resentment.
At this moment, he was already cursing Shenqing Zhenjun to the bone in his heart.
"What a disgrace to the sect leader! Why did he send Junior Uncle here? He's of no help in the battle if he's alive, but his death would be a devastating blow to the sect. He's usually quite reliable, so how could he be so muddle-headed about this? And Grandmaster Uncle too! He said we had to hold out for two days after we came in, but what changes will happen after two days? It's almost been two days, what kind of miracle can happen?"
Jue Ming's eyes narrowed, a resolute glint flashing in them.
Reaching into his robes, he pulled out a plate of spicy diced chicken from the jade slip.
This is his favorite dish.
Qingyou and Zhaoxing already knew what he was going to do.
The power of origin will eventually dry up. While a steady, continuous output may not cause too many hidden dangers to the body, the power it can unleash is also limited.
There's only one reason to bring out this dish at this point.
Put yourself into practice, and set yourself on your journey!
In an instant, all primal power is unleashed, delivering a devastating blow to the enemy with a single, explosive attack.
Instead of trying to stop them, the two followed suit and brought out their favorite tomato tofu and shredded pork with garlic sauce.
The three of them exchanged a glance, and bright smiles appeared on their faces.
Sword cultivators are not alone.
The leaders of each faction, who were constantly watching the movements of the people in the arena, all noticed something amiss.
Li Yaoyang said in a deep voice, "Step back, they are about to unleash their primal power!"
The other three were giving similar instructions to their fellow disciples.
After all, this wasn't the first time the sword cultivator had done something like this.
Several major sects have suffered losses because of this move.
Seeing the four people who had retreated a kilometer away in an instant, Jue Ming and the other two felt somewhat helpless.
At this distance, their sword strikes could only graz the outermost edge, but their power was truly limited.
"You really know my Sword Sect's situation very well. In that case, the plan to drag someone down with you is probably going to fall through."
"Why bother with this, senior brother? If they retreat, can't we just give chase?"
“Junior sister is right. I suggest the three of us go after the Guiyi Sect and let them know that plotting against my Shushan Sword Sect will come at a bloody price!”
"Junior Sister's suggestion is excellent, let's go!"
Just then, a slightly helpless voice reached the ears of the three of them.
"Why are you leaving? Do you want to die? Did you ask me first?"
Then, the three of them completely lost consciousness.
Even without the blessing of spiritual power and origin, the flying sword instantly returned to the three people's bodies.
Ye Feng looked at his hand chop and nodded in satisfaction.
I've seen it in movies countless times and thought it was incredibly cool. Using it today felt really awesome.
Fortunately, they made it in time, otherwise all three of them would have perished here for nothing.
He took out the Sumeru Bag and carefully put the three of them inside.
This thing can hold living things, but living things inside have a concept of time, so it's not suitable for holding Yunxiu, but it's perfect for holding these three people.
The people from the four sects were all somewhat bewildered by this sudden turn of events.
However, they all cautiously chose to observe rather than rush forward.
Ye Feng took out a scallion pancake and a roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) and started eating them.
It was a bit dry, so I took out another cup of soy milk.
The leaders of the four factions exchanged glances and then moved forward to surround each other.
When Ye Feng was surrounded again, Li Yaoyang spoke:
"I knew you were no ordinary person the first time we met. Now you're not planning to hide it anymore?"
Ye Feng chuckled and said, "I'm not pretending anymore, I'm coming clean."
Teng Fengyun picked up the conversation and sneered, "So what? He's just a Foundation Establishment Realm waste."
Ye Feng shook his head and said, "Cultivation has never been my hobby. I'm just a chef who likes to cook."
"Then leave those three here, and I'll let you go out to cook."
He shook his head again: "This is my favorite customer. If you want to kill my customer, then I can only help them beat you up."
Ye Feng felt a surge of secret pleasure as soon as he said it.
No wonder so many people like to show off and Versailles, it feels damn cool!
My apologies, I used foul language. This is wrong, kids, please don't imitate this.
"Then I'll kill you too! Attack!"
"etc."
Just as Teng Fengyun was about to make a move, a faint voice interrupted him.
Yan Zichu of Qingyun Temple returned with four fellow disciples.
Teng Fengyun turned around and said sarcastically, "Didn't you fellow Daoists from Qingyun Sect say you weren't going to participate? And you arrived so quickly, it seems you hadn't gone far, planning to be the fisherman?"
Yan Zichu ignored him and walked straight to Ye Feng.
He bowed respectfully and said, "Master praised your cooking to the skies, saying it's the best in the world. I'd like to try it too."
After returning the greeting, Ye Feng smiled and said, "I also want to thank Daoist Zui Fengchen for promoting this for me, haha. We are limited in resources right now, so this is all we have left. If you don't mind, please have a taste."
After saying that, he took out a jade slip and handed it over.
After receiving the jade slip, Yan Zichu said, "If this were a battle in the wild, I would certainly lend you a hand. But I have a mission to complete, and I cannot abandon the interests of my sect. I apologize."
Ye Feng didn't say anything more, but politely cupped his hands in greeting.
Yan Zichu nodded and left with the four members of the sect.
Teng Fengyun was so angry that his nose almost twisted out of shape after being ignored by Yan Zichu twice in a row.
We're both from top-tier sects, and I'm the chief disciple. What are you, a mere second-in-command, so arrogant about?
I'll teach you a lesson in the final battle!
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