Clear Spring Peak, All Members Assemble

Beside a clear stream at the edge of the Fallen Soul Swamp.

Mo Chengyue was facing the water, carefully rubbing his face.

As the last layer of mud was washed away, the delicate face that was enough to make the female cultivators of the Hehuan Sect scream finally saw the light of day again.

He looked at himself from left to right, raised an eyebrow at his reflection, and narcissistically exclaimed:

"This face is still the most pleasing to the eye. It's low-key, reserved, and looks like an honest person."

"Who was that fatso just now? I don't recognize him at all."

To save that troublesome Su Qingying, he sacrificed his perfect image and even gave up a set of disguise equipment.

This is a huge loss.

Mo Chengyue was just figuring out how to get "reimbursement" from Su Qingying for this emotional distress when he suddenly—

"Bang!"

A sharp explosion resounded through the sky.

Mo Chengyue's hand trembled, and he almost threw the disguise robe he had just changed out of into the water.

He looked up abruptly and saw a huge, blood-red lotus flower burst open on the horizon, its crimson light so dazzling it was unsettling even in daylight.

"Holy crap?! Crimson Lotus Calamity?!"

Mo Chengyue's expression changed instantly.

This is the highest level distress signal from Qingquan Peak, meaning—it's a fight to the death!

"Seriously, officer? I'm already off duty, and you're forcing me to work overtime?"

"Is it really that hard to just be a nobody and survive until the finale?"

Mo Chengyue muttered curses, but his actions spoke louder than his mind.

He reached into his storage bag and pulled out the last three rare teleportation talismans, slapping them onto his lap without a second thought.

"This is my savings for getting married!"

With a painful howl, the yellowish-brown streak of light tore through the air and rushed madly toward the signal source, leaving afterimages.

……

Sunset Slope.

The once scenic hillside has now been blasted into a pitted mess by various spells.

The air was thick with the smell of blood and gunpowder.

Second Senior Sister Qin Wanzhuang stood on the edge of a cliff, her white dress, which she usually cherished most, was now stained with bloodstains like plum blossoms.

But her spine remained straight, like an unbreakable sword.

In her hand, she tightly clutched a white lotus flower radiating a soft, holy light—the Pure White Lotus.

This is a treasure that can purify all filth; for her, a severe germaphobe, it's practically a lifesaver.

However, at this moment, she was surrounded.

There were dozens of people, three layers deep, all staring greedily at the white lotus in her hand.

And standing at the very front were the three top-tier "cheaters" of this trial.

Xiao Fan, the reborn one.

Pay-to-win god of war, Night Without Sorrow.

And Ye Changfeng, a sword fanatic who wanted to watch the excitement and incidentally learn about sword intent.

"Senior Sister Qin, why bother?"

Xiao Fan crossed his arms, a seemingly gentle but actually hypocritical smile playing on his lips—the superiority complex unique to reborn individuals.

"As the saying goes, 'Possessing a treasure is a crime,' this Pure White Lotus is a supreme treasure of heaven and earth, and should be possessed by the virtuous."

"I see that your breathing is disordered right now, Senior Sister Qin, I'm afraid you're not fit to enjoy this."

Qin Wanzhuang looked at him coldly, her eyes filled with disdain as if she were looking at a pile of garbage:

"roll."

"It's filthy."

Xiao Fan's smile froze.

That look again!

In his previous life, this woman looked at him with the same eyes that looked at trash!

"If you won't listen to reason, you'll have to suffer the consequences!"

A hint of ferocity flashed in Xiao Fan's eyes, his blood energy surged, and he suddenly extended a huge blood-red ghost hand, carrying a nauseating stench, and viciously grabbed at Qin Wanzhuang.

at the same time.

Ye Wushang, who was standing next to him, was not idle either.

The Holy Son of the Hehuan Sect took out a handful of top-grade spirit stones from his storage ring and threw them on the ground like scattering beans.

"Barrier activated!"

The power of money instantly transformed into an unbreakable barrier, completely sealing off all of Qin Wanzhuang's escape routes.

Ye Wushang waved his folding fan, his tone contemptuous:

"Qingquan Peak? Ha, a drunkard, a madwoman, and a mute."

"Oh, by the way, I heard there's also a good-for-nothing who just hides in the library."

"You bunch of sick people think you're worthy to take my things?"

Qin Wanzhuang was already at her last gasp.

Faced with Xiao Fan's powerful and heavy bloody hand, she bit her tongue, wanting to burn her life essence and fight desperately.

The onlookers shook their heads.

"It's over, Senior Sister Qin is going to perish today."

"Of all people to mess with, you had to pick on these three freaks."

Just as the blood-red ghostly hand was about to touch Qin Wanzhuang...

"Zheng—!"

A clear, melodious sword cry, accompanied by a flurry of peach petals, descended from the sky.

Each petal was like a sharp blade, instantly slicing the giant bloody hand into pieces!

"Who?!" Xiao Fan's expression changed, and he took three steps back.

"Who gave you the audacity to bully my junior sister?"

A lazy voice, tinged with anger, rang out.

Xie Buci landed in front of Qin Wanzhuang with extreme flair, riding on his flying sword and carrying his signature wine jug.

Although his entrance was very cool.

But only Qin Wanzhuang could see that her senior brother's hand holding the sword was trembling slightly.

That attack just now clearly took a huge toll.

"Oh, isn't this Young Master Ye?"

Xie Buci took a sip of wine, his peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at Ye Wushang with a half-smile:

"What, you're bullying women just because you have money? That's not befitting your status as a holy son."

Ye Wushang's face darkened: "Xie Buci, are you here to die too?"

"To die? That's not necessarily true."

Before Xie Buci could finish speaking, a dark crack suddenly appeared in the space behind him.

There was no sound, no light.

There was only pure, suffocating silence.

Ye Changfeng, who was watching the show, suddenly drew his sword to defend, his expression changing drastically: "The Sword Intent of Annihilation?!"

A black figure, as ethereal as a ghost, appeared silently to Qin Wanzhuang's left.

It was none other than my junior brother, Wenren Ji.

He didn't speak, but stared intently at the three people opposite him with his lifeless, dead fish eyes.

The ancient sword in his hand was slightly drawn from its sheath, and the surrounding temperature instantly dropped to freezing point.

The three giants of Qingquan Peak have assembled!

"Okay, okay!"

Ye Wushang laughed in anger and slammed his folding fan shut.

"Since you Qingquan Peak members wish to set off in an orderly fashion, then this Holy Son will grant your wish!"

"Xiao Fan, Ye Changfeng, don't hold back!"

A great battle erupted instantly!

This was simply a battle of gods.

Xie Buci moved with graceful ease, combining lightning and wood-based magic, weaving and controlling the battlefield like a swimming dragon.

Wenren Ji was the most terrifying assassin; every sword strike was aimed at vital points, forcing Ye Changfeng to remain focused for even a moment.

Despite her pain, Qin Wanzhuang unleashed her powerful sword energy, clashing head-on with Xiao Fan.

but.

The gap is too big.

Xiao Fan possesses combat experience and uncanny blood techniques gained from his rebirth.

Ye Wushang was even more straightforward and brutal, directly summoning a huge demon god avatar and essentially hurling spirit stones at people.

Ye Changfeng's sword intent grew stronger with each battle.

In less than half an incense stick's time.

The three men from Qingquan Peak were forced into a series of retreats, and their defensive line was on the verge of collapse.

"Hahaha! Xie Buci, weren't you supposed to be a great fighter?"

Ye Wushang controlled the ten-zhang-tall demon god dharma image, and the huge foot with the pressure of destroying the world stomped down on the three of them!

"A useless trio of three, missing one player, thinks they can turn the world upside down?"

If that kick lands squarely, he'll be badly injured, if not killed.

Xie Buci exhausted his spiritual power and could only watch helplessly as the shadow descended.

Qin Wanzhuang closed her eyes in despair.

Wenren Ji gripped the Heavenly Revelation Token tightly, preparing to teleport.