Adorned in a purplish-gold Daoist robe embroidered with phoenix patterns, Chen Changsheng stood unharmed in the high sky, his sleeves fluttering, wisps of phoenix true fire dancing on the edges, Daoist charm flowing around him as he calmly gazed at Zhao Li.
The flames within the Undying True Phoenix Domain could incinerate the heavens and boil the seas, igniting everything, but the most potent aspect of this Dao technique wasn't the burning of the true fire, but the domain's ability to grant immortality, limb regeneration, and rebirth from the ashes!
Zhao Li traded injury for injury, desperately severing Chen Changsheng's arms and blasting a gaping hole in his chest, seemingly according to plan.
But in reality, Chen Changsheng had only lost a few wisps of phoenix true fire; the flames within the domain could replenish his injuries at any moment.
Chen Changsheng dared to clash head-on with Zhao Li under the Sacrificial Immortal Art precisely because of the existence of his Dao technique domain.
Without the assistance of the Undying True Phoenix Domain, he would have unhesitatingly called upon the grand figures of the Ancient Immortal lineage when facing Zhao Li's eruption of dark arts.
To defeat a Holy Land's direct disciple in the Core Formation stage while facing a Nascent Soul cultivator, Chen Changsheng's battle record was something to be proud of.
Therefore, facing a Nascent Soul cultivator erupting with dark arts, calling for help from the big shots wasn't shameful; survival in this world was all about power and background, especially here in Taiping City!
Zhao Li's listless gaze gradually dimmed, his bewildered expression slowly twisting, revealing a look of pain.
It was unclear whether he was suffering from the soul sacrifice or grieving because his all-out effort had failed to harm Chen Changsheng.
His mouth opened slightly, emitting a faint, unclear sound, wanting to say something but unable to.
As the last wisp of his soul sacrifice concluded.
Zhao Li, the direct disciple of the Xuantian Holy Land, reached the end of his life, his soul scattered and vanished between heaven and earth...
Whoosh!
Suddenly, the wind and clouds shifted!
A phantom image floated out from Zhao Li's body, the spiritual energy in the thousand-zhang-high sky swirling like a sea vortex, emitting an extremely terrifying aura!
Chen Changsheng immediately遁入虚空, dodging the aftermath of this true energy, his eyes fixed on the shattered phantom image, his heart filled with shock.
The person who had acted from Taiping City was undoubtedly Zhuo Heng.
And that phantom image hidden within Zhao Li's body must have been a mark from a great figure of the Xuantian Holy Land, yet they didn't even have the chance to project their Dao technique before being directly shattered by Zhuo Heng.
The myriad cultivators, including those from the Xuantian Holy Land, witnessed this scene.
When they saw the Holy Lord's projection, they thought hope had arrived, but the figure hadn't even solidified before being slapped into pieces.
While they were shocked by Zhuo Heng's powerful cultivation, they were also shocked by Taiping City's aggressive and unreasonable attitude.
Even the venerable Holy Lord was nothing more than this in Zhuo Heng's eyes, not even given the chance to meet!
Watching the last wisp of Zhao Li's soul drift into the distance, Chen Changsheng couldn't help but feel sorry for him.
But it was only for a moment; he wouldn't grieve for an enemy, but rather lamented that a top-tier talent had died so meaninglessly, like a rogue cultivator struggling to survive in the cultivation world, falling unremarkable.
Chen Changsheng landed back in Taiping City, the Xuantian Holy Land and others had already been completely suppressed, their cultivation and true energy sealed, kneeling in rows.
Including the four Holy Land elders, they were all like this, shouting with faces full of anger.
"You dare to kill Zhao Li and destroy the Holy Lord's projection, it's simply unforgivable!"
"Is Taiping City trying to start a war with my Xuantian Holy Land?"
"Today's grievances are completely settled, Taiping City, just wait to be flattened by the Holy Land, it's too late to beg for mercy and admit your mistakes now..."
"Zhao Li wasn't killed by me, he was killed by his own use of dark arts.", Chen Changsheng walked to the four Holy Land elders and said indifferently.
Luo Liuxi's silhouette was like snow, lightly fluttering beside Chen Changsheng, her smile exquisitely beautiful as she said, "I can testify to this matter, Zhao Li, a direct disciple of the Xuantian Holy Land, practiced dark arts and was suppressed by the Demon Suppression Division's Chief of Taiping City, and ultimately Zhao Li was killed by the backlash of the dark arts."
"I seem to have seen this dark art before, it's the Sacrificial Immortal Art from the Xin Holy Sect, it seems there are quite a few rats within the Xuantian Holy Land."
Yuan Rao, in a red dress, walked gracefully, smiling easily.
The Ancient Immortal lineage and the Xin Holy Sect had always been opposed to each other, and they were also in the same chat group, so they naturally had some understanding of the demonic and evil cultivator techniques.
The pure white flame that Zhao Li released at the end was particularly noticeable, and Yuan Rao found the name of this dark art after a little investigation in the group.
Nie Qing nodded in agreement, "That's right, the Xuantian Holy Land should pay more attention to internal problems, according to our Ancient Immortal lineage's investigation, the Xin Holy Sect's spies have already infiltrated your Holy Land, and their position is not low."
"Slander! Pure nonsense! Reckless talk!"
One of the Holy Land elders spat and glared coldly at everyone, "You killed my Holy Land's direct disciple and want to get rid of your guilt? It's just wishful thinking, we all saw it clearly, what Xin Holy Sect and dark arts, are just your excuses!"
He didn't believe that the Xuantian Holy Land would be infiltrated by the Xin Holy Sect; every disciple was personally screened by them and had their backgrounds investigated, all of them were innocent, there couldn't be any spies.
Moreover, if someone practiced demonic and evil arts, how could the elders and the Holy Lord not see it?
Besides, although the Xin Holy Sect was fierce, it was only a demonic and evil alliance after all, how could it compare to a cultivation Holy Land with thousands or even tens of thousands of years of history?
"I'm here to tell you the truth, not to listen to your threats, I don't care whether you believe it or not, anyway, it's your Holy Land that is in turmoil, not our Taiping City."
"Take them all down and wait for the Xuantian Holy Land to come and redeem them, they are really a bunch of wealth-scattering boys, always coming to send money."
Chen Changsheng waved his hand with a smile, and the guards of Taiping City immediately dragged the four people up and walked towards the Demon Suppression Division's prison.
The words just now were all spoken to the cultivators and people of Taiping City, and they would pass the message to the Xuantian Holy Land.
"Let go! We are elders of the Xuantian Holy Land! Your actions are provoking the Holy Land and will bring unimaginable consequences to Taiping City!"
The four struggled and shouted, their faces flushed with anger.
They couldn't imagine that they, as dignified Transformation God cultivators, would one day be dragged away by a few Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment ants.
The sound gradually faded away.
From the moment they entered the city, every Ancient Immortal lineage elder that the Xuantian Holy Land encountered was so indifferent and powerful, without any reverence for the Holy Land and the Transformation God cultivators.
Whether it was the City Lord Yuan Rao, or the Demon Suppression Division Chief Chen Changsheng, or Luo Liuxi who stepped forward to stop them, or Nie Qing who directly attacked without asking the reason, or Zhuo Heng who powerfully shattered the Holy Lord's projection.
They had been showing the strength of Taiping City from beginning to end, completely disregarding the Xuantian Holy Land.
It could be said that everyone was a villain, not knowing what fear was.
