A cultivator at the late Nascent Soul stage... or rather, a madman, was annihilated by the woman in green. The cultivators who were besieging Yi Ling Sect finally became wary. Some swallowed hard, exchanged glances, and lost their previous arrogance, no longer daring to step forward.
Unexpectedly, the woman in green didn't even look at them. She slightly raised her beautiful eyes, gazing at the clouds. She turned her palm at her side, and a flower that resembled both an orchid and a lotus flower condensed in her hand. Suddenly, it shot into the sky, and she shouted sharply, "You cowards who hide your heads and show your tails! Come out!"
The flower buds the woman threw bloomed in the clouds, shimmering and sparkling, beautiful as a dream, yet possessing earth-shattering power. The clouds dispersed, revealing a vast expanse of blue sky. As if something shattered, several figures emerged from the clouds.
"Clan Chief Wan Yue, how have you been?"
A person spoke from the clouds, exuding an air of otherworldly grace. Clad in white, he indeed resembled several reclusive immortals from afar.
Wan Yue's beautiful eyes suddenly darkened: "It's you?"
Within the barrier, Geng Qi frowned: "Who are they?"
Rong Yu said: "A survivor of the Battle of Kaopan Mountain a hundred years ago."
Geng Qi: "..."
The survivors back then were all top figures on the continent!
They are the true rulers of their respective sects!
A questioning voice echoed in his mind, and Geng Qi subconsciously replied, "Ancestor Huanxu?"
Seeing his surprise, Rong Yu asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"
Geng Qi was taken aback, then shook his head and said, "I heard that these survivors were more or less injured on Mount Kaopan, but now it seems that they are not seriously injured... The Supreme Elder of the Langu Sect is also injured."
It's no coincidence that these old monsters in the Rejuvenation stage all emerged from seclusion at the same time!
In the brief moment they were distracted, the battle had already begun outside the barrier. Wan Yue formed a hand seal with her fingers, held it horizontally in front of her chest, and spread it to the sides. Fine needles condensed in front of her and flew towards the people in mid-air like a dense rain.
The man who had just been "catching up" was arrogant and held up a barrier with one hand. Unexpectedly, the seemingly insignificant needles instantly broke through his barrier and struck his chest and lungs. The man's pupils shrank slightly, and he hurriedly built up a spiritual barrier. The fine rain of needles collided with the spiritual energy, which pushed back the "little cultivator" below, almost away from the territory of Yi Ling Sect.
The old ancestors of the Void Returning stage looked solemn. After a hundred years, this clan leader Wan Yue was even more difficult to deal with than she had been a hundred years ago. They had been in seclusion for a hundred years and had received help from a sage. They believed that their cultivation had improved a lot, but when they faced her alone, they were still no match for this woman.
It seems that what that person told them about the Yi Ling Sect having special cultivation techniques was indeed true!
Seeing the woman in green quickly form hand seals, they dared not underestimate her again and joined forces to fight her. The counterattack of the Void Returning Realm expert's techniques was something that ordinary cultivators could not withstand. Moreover, with a powerful figure clearing the way, they only needed to sit back and enjoy the fruits of the labor. Therefore, all those who had attacked the barrier earlier had retreated, and the area above the barrier became a battlefield for Void Returning Realm cultivators.
The azure light was shrouded in a cloud of mist, with wisps of demonic energy faintly visible. Geng Qi, standing within the barrier, asked with a deep gaze, "Need any help?"
One person can't defeat Wan Yue, but when they work together, Wan Yue is no match for them.
The blade of energy, cut by the magical artifact, slashed across the barrier, and several more streaks of light rose into the air, protecting the outside of the barrier. Cultivators from other sects also arrived, or perhaps they had been hiding nearby waiting for an opportunity.
As more and more people gathered to watch, the Yi Ling Sect's elder was held back by others, leaving only Clan Chief Wan Yue to fight. The azure light filling the sky had clearly been suppressed. Rong Yu remained undeterred, gazing up at the sky above the barrier. As the barrier teetered on the brink of collapse, he stepped into the air to meet it.
"Hey!" Geng Qi only saw a flash of silver light before the person had already left the barrier.
A silver light shone brightly in the sky. Rong Yu was moving extremely fast. The group was still dealing with Wan Yue's fatal blow and had not yet noticed that someone else was approaching when suddenly a heavy pressure came from above.
Drunken Shadow drew his longsword and slashed down into the void, rescuing Clan Chief Wan Yue from her desperate situation.
Several Void Rejuvenation Ancestors took a step back and scrutinized the person before them. One of them said, "You are... the senior from Yiling Sect who broke through to the Mahayana stage some time ago?"
They had never seen him before, but judging from his aura, Rong Yu, who was no longer shrouded in malevolent energy, did indeed possess the same aura as the Yi Ling Sect members. Coupled with his extraordinary strength, he was naturally misunderstood.
However, there was still hesitation in their eyes. This senior in the Mahayana stage was far too young!
In some ways, Rong Yu and Wan Yue were aunt and niece, and they also had similar personalities. They both disliked saying useless things. A sonic boom rang out from his hand, and he disappeared from the spot. Several Void Rejuvenation Ancestors were shocked and raised their hands to build a barrier. The barrier that had previously been more than enough to block Wan Yue was shattered by the sword energy in an instant. The phantom of the silver longsword was like a thunderbolt from the sky. Just as it was about to fall, a burst of flames suddenly appeared in the sky, like clouds and mist, supporting the phantom of the sword blade.
Rong Yu's eyes darkened as he looked up at the sky. The man had white hair and wore a white shirt. He held his hand with four fingers together, and flames burned around him as if they were about to devour him!
The Sect Master of Tianzhi Sect, Saint Zhifeng!
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