When the Xuan Tian Sect's flying boat landed, it already carried an air of superiority. Zhao Feng glanced at the Southern Region cultivators around him, a contemptuous smile curving his lips. He then smiled at the disciples behind him and said, "It's said that Southern Region cultivators have mediocre talent. Seeing this today, it's clear that the rumors are true—this cultivation aura is probably even stronger than that of our sect's inner disciples, isn't it?"
The moment these words were spoken, the surroundings fell silent for a moment, and then erupted into a deafening roar of anger!
"What is your Xuantian Sect? How dare you run wild in the Southern Region?" a cultivator with a full beard roared. He was an elder of the "Blazing Fire Valley" in the Southern Region and had the most fiery temper.
"That's right! How dare these barbarians from the Northern Region criticize my Southern Region?" the manager of Wanbaolou said coldly. "Back in the ancient war, if it weren't for my Southern Region's Qingyun Sect standing on the front line, your Northern Region would have been ruins long ago. Do you even deserve to talk nonsense here?"
"Zhao Feng, is it?" The elder leading the Xiao family of Tianfeng City had a livid face. "Don't think that just because the Xuantian Sect has a big name, it's something special. If we're talking about real strength, which of our Southern Region's Zidian Sect or Biyue Pavilion is inferior to yours?"
"Purple Lightning Sect? Azure Water Pavilion?" Zhao Feng sneered as if he had heard a joke. "They're just some small sects hiding in a corner of the world. Do they even deserve to be compared to my Profound Heaven Sect?" He looked around and his voice suddenly rose. "I said the cultivators of the Southern Region are weak, and you disagree?"
"So what if you're not convinced?" A cold shout came from the crowd. From the direction of the Purple Lightning Sect, a young man in a purple robe slowly walked out, his spiritual power surging around him, revealing his cultivation level as a peak Nascent Soul cultivator. "You dogs from the Profound Heaven Sect, daring to insult my Southern Region, today I'll let you know who the real weakling is!"
This young man is the young sect leader of the Purple Lightning Sect, one of the top forces in the Southern Region, renowned for its lightning-based techniques and enjoying a high reputation in the region.
"Young Sect Master is mighty!"
"Teach these madmen from the Northern Region a lesson!"
"Let them see the might of our Southern Region!"
The surrounding cultivators from the Southern Region immediately cheered, their eyes fixed intently on the scene. Many clenched their fists, clearly seething with anger at the arrogance of the Xuan Tian Sect.
Zhao Feng raised an eyebrow, a cold smile playing on his lips: "Perfect, I also want to stretch my muscles."
Before the words were even finished, the young sect master of the Purple Lightning Sect had already made his move!
"Purple Lightning and Raging Thunder!"
He formed hand seals, and crackling purple lightning instantly enveloped his body, transforming into a thunder dragon that charged straight at Zhao Feng with earth-shattering force! Wherever the thunder dragon passed, the air was ionized and emitted a burnt smell!
"Interesting." Zhao Feng neither dodged nor evaded, unleashing his late-stage Nascent Soul spiritual power without reservation. A black longsword appeared in his hand, its blade wreathed in dense black energy. "However, it's still not enough!"
"Black Wind Annihilation!"
The black mist transformed into countless tiny wind blades, colliding with the thunder dragon!
"Boom!"
The thunder dragon and wind blades exploded, and a violent energy shockwave spread outwards, forcing the surrounding cultivators to retreat. The young sect master of the Purple Lightning Sect moved like lightning, his lightning-based techniques as fast as lightning, his sword moves cunning, each strike carrying the power of thunder, directly targeting Zhao Feng's weaknesses!
Zhao Feng, however, remained completely at ease. As he wielded his black longsword, the black energy seemed to come alive, sometimes transforming into a shield to block lightning, and sometimes into a long whip to strike at the weaknesses of the young sect leader of the Purple Lightning Sect. Seemingly casual, he always managed to strike first despite being behind.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
After exchanging no more than ten blows, the young sect master of the Purple Lightning Sect's expression grew increasingly grim—he discovered that his lightning-based attacks were being completely countered by the opponent's black energy, and with each collision, the lightning would be mostly swallowed up by the black energy!
"It's over." A fierce glint flashed in Zhao Feng's eyes. His longsword suddenly accelerated, and black energy condensed into a sharp spear shadow that pierced through the thunder dragon's defenses. With a "pfft," it accurately pierced the chest of the young sect master of the Purple Lightning Sect!
"Young Sect Master!" the elders of the Purple Lightning Sect exclaimed in surprise.
The young sect leader of the Purple Lightning Sect looked down at the black spear in his chest, his eyes filled with disbelief. His body went limp and he fell to the ground, his breath instantly extinguished.
"Thump!"
The body fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
The entire room fell silent.
Everyone was stunned by this scene—the young sect master of the Purple Lightning Sect, a genius at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, couldn't even withstand ten moves from Zhao Feng.
"Young Sect Master!" The elder of the Purple Lightning Sect, his eyes bloodshot, suddenly rushed out from the crowd, exuding the pressure of an early Nascent Soul cultivator, his hair and beard standing on end. "Xuantian Sect! You're courting death!"
The aura of the Nascent Soul expert pressed down on Zhao Feng like a tsunami. The Grand Elder struck out with a palm, his palm condensing dense purple lightning, carrying a world-destroying power, clearly showing that he was truly enraged!
Zhao Feng's expression changed slightly. He dared not take the blow head-on and retreated rapidly.
Just then, three more figures rushed out from the Xuantian Sect's ranks; they were none other than three cultivators at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage!
"Why would Senior Brother Zhao need to lift a finger to deal with a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator?" the leading cultivator sneered. The four of them instantly formed a profound formation, and the spiritual power of the four peak Nascent Soul cultivators converged together, unleashing a pressure no weaker than that of an early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator!
"The Xuan Tian Combined Attack Formation!" a knowledgeable cultivator exclaimed. "Rumor has it that the Xuan Tian Sect possesses a secret technique that allows four Nascent Soul peak cultivators to join forces and directly confront a Deity Transformation cultivator!"
"boom!"
The four spiritual energies condensed into a giant black palm, which collided fiercely with the Purple Lightning Palm of the Purple Lightning Sect's Grand Elder!
After the loud bang, the Grand Elder of the Purple Lightning Sect groaned, forced to stagger back, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his face ashen. The four from the Profound Heaven Sect were also forced back three steps, but their auras remained steady.
"Early Nascent Soul stage cultivators are nothing special." Zhao Feng slowly walked to the four people's side, looking at the injured Grand Elder of the Purple Lightning Sect with mockery in his eyes. "Now, who dares to say that my Xuantian Sect is weak? Who dares to say that cultivators from the Southern Region are not incompetent?"
The disciples of the Purple Lightning Sect quickly helped up the Grand Elder. Looking at the young sect leader's corpse on the ground, and then at the arrogant faces of the four from the Profound Heaven Sect, their eyes were bloodshot, but no one dared to step forward—even the Nascent Soul elder had been injured, and if they, the Nascent Soul cultivators, went up, they would only be food for the enemy.
The surrounding cultivators from the Southern Region fell silent, their faces burning as if they had been slapped hard.
The arrogance of the Xuantian Sect was far greater than they had imagined.
In the corner, Xiao Chen gripped his rusty iron spear tightly, his knuckles turning white. He could feel the anger and frustration of the Southern Region cultivators around him, and he could also see the cold killing intent in Jiang Li's eyes.
"This group of people... is very strong." Jiang Li said in a low voice. She could see that the four Nascent Soul Peak cultivators were working together very well, which was far beyond what ordinary cultivators could do.
Xiao Chen nodded, his vigilance growing even stronger. Even the Nascent Soul elder of the Purple Lightning Sect couldn't get away with it; it seemed this secret realm was far more dangerous than he had imagined.
Zhao Feng's gaze seemed to sweep over Xiao Chen's direction intentionally or unintentionally, and a subtle, cold smile appeared on his lips.
The people from Shadow Pavilion should have already blended into the crowd, right?
Xiao Chen, your death is not far off.
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