Bang—
The two exchanged a punch in mid-air, and the fierce punch shattered all the surrounding rocks, sending them flying in all directions.
Both sides retreated, then burst out with unparalleled speed, colliding again.
Their figures floated in the air, a strong wind suddenly rising, and wherever they passed, explosions could be heard.
Mo Li’s physical body and battle awareness were not much worse than Canglan Sect Master’s.
But for Chu Huaian, it was only slightly more troublesome.
The two exchanged dozens of blows, and Chu Huaian fought more and more fiercely, with intense killing intent, each move vicious and deadly.
Mo Li continuously blocked Chu Huaian’s attacks, but his heart was secretly alarmed.
Just based on his physical body and battle awareness, Chu Huaian was such a monster; given time, if his cultivation improved, Limitless Sect would truly be in danger.
With this thought, he decided to do his best to shatter the invincible momentum in Chu Huaian’s heart.
A powerful aura erupted from his body, and a long saber, shining with purple light, inexplicably appeared in his hand.
The long saber slashed down fiercely, emitting bursts of saber hums, and even the air carried a scorching aura.
Chu Huaian sheathed his sword, completely ignoring the long saber above his head, his eyes fixed on Mo Li.
The next second, his figure suddenly vanished, accompanied by a flash of cold light.
Pfft—
A gash appeared on Mo Li’s chest, and blood sprayed out, staining his robes red.
Crack—
A faint shattering sound rang out, and the long sword in Chu Huaian’s hand instantly shattered, the fragments falling to the ground.
Drops of blood dripped from his tiger’s mouth.
Whoosh—
Both sides erupted simultaneously, colliding with even greater ferocity.
The sky was filled with saber shadows, and a strong wind howled.
Chu Huaian continuously dodged the long saber, his legs turning into blades, pushing Mo Li back repeatedly.
Bang, bang—
One blow after another, he forcibly slammed half of Mo Li’s body into the wasteland.
Mo Li’s face was furious; he raised his saber, wanting to force Chu Huaian back.
But at this moment, Chu Huaian’s momentum was like a rainbow, with no intention of retreating; he quickly exchanged for a long saber from the mall.
He slashed down fiercely.
Clang—
The two long sabers collided, sparks flying.
Mo Li’s body sank a few more inches.
He slapped the wasteland, his body shot up, leaping into the void, holding his saber with both hands, his gaze burning as he stared at Chu Huaian below.
Rumble—
Crushed stones shattered.
A fierce aura erupted from Mo Li’s body, beginning to spread in all directions.
The strong wind howled, making it impossible for the surrounding crowd to open their eyes.
Chu Huaian’s eyes narrowed slightly, the tip of his saber pointing at Mo Li in the air.
Before long, swirls of air wrapped around the blade; upon closer inspection, one could even see Chu Huaian’s veins bulging, with blood pulsating within them.
The next moment, both disappeared from their original positions simultaneously, followed by a dull sound in the air, accompanied by countless falling fragments.
Bang, bang—
Explosions rang out one after another, and the surrounding rocks were shattered by the wind blades, turning into ruins.
The ground shook, and countless cracks spread like spiderwebs.
Two figures rapidly fell from the air.
Mo Li’s aura was somewhat chaotic, his breathing rapid.
In contrast, after landing, Chu Huaian shot out again, leaping up ten meters away from Mo Li.
“Mo Li, with this punch, kneel for me!”
In mid-air, Chu Huaian’s momentum was rapidly rising, and a terrifying power was gathering in his fist.
When the power reached its peak, a sky-wide storm swept around, and the pressure increased layer by layer.
Mo Li’s body trembled slightly; he was so suppressed by this terrifying power that he couldn’t move, faintly showing signs of kneeling.
“Ah!!!”
As the Limitless Sect Master, how could he allow Chu Huaian to humiliate him like this? He immediately unleashed all his strength and abruptly straightened his chest.
The punch landed.
Time briefly stood still.
Bang—
Flesh splattered everywhere.
The Limitless Sect Master, fell and was eliminated.
Not far away, the Lian Shi Sect Leader, who had been closely observing, immediately showed a look of horror on his face.
The next second, a pair of crimson eyes looked towards him.
Escape!
“All Lian Shi Sect disciples, listen up! Exit the altar, retreat quickly!”
Whoosh, whoosh—
More than two thousand Lian Shi Sect disciples rushed out from the crowd, fleeing the battlefield as if their lives depended on it.
Other sects also fled with them.
For a time, the altar, which had been crowded with people, was now empty, no one daring to linger, all fleeing for their lives.
With the death of the Limitless Sect Master, the surrounding sects, including the Limitless Sect disciples, were all slaughtered, not one left alive.
Only three Transformation God Realm cultivators were still struggling on the scene.
Some players wanted to go forward and help, but Chu Huaian stopped them.
This was a good opportunity to test the combat power of the three.
The three Transformation God Realm cultivators were all at the first or second layer, which shouldn’t be a problem for Li Taibai and the others.
Zhao Shijie held a silver spear, surrounded by dense spear shadows; each time the spear tip thrust out, it was accompanied by bursts of spear hums.
The Limitless Sect’s Grand Elder he was fighting was already covered in spear wounds, and blood slowly flowed from the wounds.
“Fission. Dragon’s Head!”
A vortex of energy surrounded the spear tip, transforming into a ferocious dragon’s head, soaring upwards.
Rip—
The old man seemed to have given up resistance, allowing the spear tip to pierce through his body, then splitting him in half.
The other two Transformation God Realm cultivators were also like this; knowing that escape was hopeless, they decisively chose to die.
Li Taibai and Chu Heshan showed regret on their faces, as if they hadn’t had enough fun.
“Clear the battlefield, and after a short rest, we will continue to the Third Area.”
Chu Huaian spoke softly, without much emotional fluctuation on his face; he silently walked to a ruin, quietly looking at the scarred battlefield.
Seeing this, Luo Xi walked over and sat beside Chu Huaian.
Yun Xiang also walked over, followed by a group of players who crowded around, chattering.
The originally quiet scene instantly became lively with their presence.
“Limitless Sect is too weak; they’re not even as powerful as that Canglan Sect,” a player smacked his lips, showing a look of unfulfillment.
“I heard from others that our Jizhou is the weakest among the Nine Great Provinces; first-grade sects in other provinces even have Refining Void Realm cultivators guarding them, while in our Jizhou, the highest cultivation seems to only be mid-Transformation God Realm.”
“I knew it! We haven’t even left the Novice Village yet; no wonder I always felt something was off.”
“I wonder if the geniuses in other provinces are powerful; I’d like to spar with them.”
“Xian Ge, when can we visit the various provinces?” a player asked curiously.
All the players immediately focused their attention on Chu Huaian.
“After Mo Yun Battlefield ends,” Chu Huaian said indifferently.
Recently, Luo Xi and the others’ realms have been stuck at the peak of Golden Core; it’s time for them to go out and gain experience.
While everyone was chatting, in a corner, Fang Yuan carefully applied medicinal powder to Meng Ke’er’s back.
The saber wound was bone-deep; when the medicinal powder fell on the wound, Meng Ke’er’s delicate body noticeably trembled slightly.
“These sons of bitches,” Fang Yuan spat, but the movements of his hands became much gentler.
After pouring out one bottle, Fang Yuan felt it wasn’t enough, so he took out another bottle, and just as he was about to open the lid, Meng Ke’er turned around and stopped him.
“Enough, enough.”
“Not enough!”
Fang Yuan glared at Meng Ke’er, slapped away her small hand, and poured another bottle of medicinal powder onto the wound until it was completely covered by the powder; only then did he nod in satisfaction.
Then he tore off a corner of Meng Ke’er’s clothing, tied a bow at the wound, and couldn’t help but smile.
“I’m also injured; you have to apply medicine for me.”
Fang Yuan lay somewhat shamelessly on Meng Ke’er’s lap, burying his head in her embrace, taking a deep sniff.
“I can’t apply medicine for you like this.”
Meng Ke’er gently pushed his body, her voice soft, with a hint of doting.
“I don’t care, I’m not getting up, you figure it out yourself,” Fang Yuan mumbled, wiggling his body, and shifted to a more comfortable position, continuing to cling to Meng Ke’er’s embrace.
“Sigh…” Meng Ke’er sighed helplessly.
