Xiao Longzhen was severely injured by a single blow.
When facing absolute strength, any confidence is better than nothing.
The corners of Yan Zhuihun's eyes twitched violently. He could even sense the sharp gazes piercing him from all directions.
Spear Master Yan Zhuihun, where is your fighting spirit?
Yan Zhuihun knew that his dodging had earned him countless cold stares.
But what could he do?
Xiao Longzhen was undoubtedly defeated, but what about him? If he, Yan Zhuihun, hadn't dodged, he knew he would have fallen as well.
Yan Zhuihun felt his hand tremble as he gripped the Changkong Suoyun Spear. This had never happened before. He didn't even realize that he had already felt a twinge of fear during his previous dodging.
In the distance, on the rooftop of the majestic Biyou Fairy Palace, Crown Prince Xu Zheng gazed at the gates of Tianqing Palace.
Whether it was Yan Zhuihun, who had dodged the danger without hesitation in the split second, or Xiao Longzhen, who hadn't even attempted to dodge and responded with swift, unwavering speed, Prince Xu's expression remained unchanged from beginning to end.
It seemed as if he truly was merely a bystander.
"This is our disciple."
At some point, a figure had appeared beside Prince Xu. It was a middle-aged man who appeared calm and possessed a profound and dignified demeanor.
He had thick eyebrows, eyes shimmering with wit, and a square face, as imposing as the ocean.
His slender figure, paired with a Taoist robe adorned with a distinctive dark gold trim, was a striking statement.
"Yes," Prince Xu nodded. He didn't even turn to look at this sudden appearance. To him, this person hadn't just appeared suddenly; they had always been there.
The dark gold-trimmed Taoist robe was a symbol of the Grand Elder's distinguished status.
"Huaiyuan, what do you think? Do we have a good chance?"
Prince Xu suddenly spoke, without using any honorific title, speaking in the most casual, friendly tone.
The Grand Elder of the Biyou Sect, Chu Huaiyuan! Venerable Huaiyuan.
"Hope lies in their hands."
Chu Huaiyuan pointed at the countless disciples gathered outside the Tianqing Palace.
"They are all bleeding, yet they see no hope."
Prince Xu gazed at the rising blood, his tone revealing an unconcealed regret.
"There is hope."
As if to confirm Chu Huaiyuan's words, at this moment, six figures suddenly flew out of the Biyou Palace.
These six figures flew towards the Tianqing Palace with lightning speed.
The Biyou Sect has eight inner sect elders, all of whom are at the Sixth Heaven Realm or even higher.
Prince Xu is on the top floor of the Biyou Palace, and Yue Dongqing is in the Tianqing Palace.
So only six people rushed out.
The six elders moved like lightning, arriving at the Tianqing Palace gates in the blink of an eye.
"Evil beast, die!"
One of the long-bearded elders suddenly roared, unleashing streams of innate energy from his hands. The boundless innate energy instantly transformed into a long, aquamarine dragon, roaring and charging towards Erlang.
The long-bearded elder was the first to strike, and almost simultaneously, the others unleashed their fierce and domineering innate magical powers.
Instantly, the entire Tianqing Palace was engulfed in a haze of magical light and shadow.
Erlang raised his head and howled, his foxy cry piercing the ears.
"Charge!"
Watching the six elders suddenly appear and engage in a fierce battle with the two innate demonic beasts, Yan Zhuihun charged into the Tianqing Palace with lightning speed.
He was already the closest to the Tianqing Palace gate, and with the two innate demonic beasts now entangled by the six elders, the gate was no longer blocked by any force. Yan Zhuihun passed through the gate almost unhindered and stepped inside.
Boom!
Yan Zhuihun had just entered the Tianqing Palace, but the moment he entered, he was met by a blazing fire that soared into the sky.
Amidst the flames, a shadow could be vaguely seen. It wasn't very tall, but it exuded an unstoppable aura.
What particularly shocked Yan Zhuihun was that on the shadow's back, a pair of brilliant, fiery red wings, like fireworks, adorned the surface.
The flames surged, their crimson veins covering the entire surface. The wings were so beautiful, so terrifying.
Yan Zhuihun didn't dare hesitate. He swung the Changkong Suoyun Spear forward, showering down a golden curtain of light. Raging flames slammed into the golden curtain, and the air pressure from the collision of pure energy produced a piercing explosion.
Xiantian!
When did this kid reach Xiantian?
Astonished by the terrifyingly beautiful wings, Yan Zhuihun was once again incredulously shocked.
No one answered, and no one was willing to answer.
Yan Zhuihun was greeted only by Ming Qi's fist drenched in flames.
His clothes fluttered, his long hair billowing, and his eyes, shrouded in flames, were cold and filled with murderous intent.
His fists, his steps, his heart, all fused with an unstoppable force and conviction as he swiftly advanced towards Yan Zhuihun.
Ming Qi, capable of harnessing his innate energy, had infused the Wolf Fist with the profound power of fire.
At this moment, Ming Qi's fighting spirit was surging.
The Suzaku Burning Heaven Scripture was a supreme fire-based secret technique. Although Ming Qi was currently at a pseudo-innate realm, unable to truly comprehend its profound mysteries, this did not prevent him from unleashing the ultimate power of fire.
With one incredibly swift punch, a blast of unstoppable flames.
In the blink of an eye, Ming Qi had already unleashed countless punches. Countless fiery wolf shadows roared and charged towards the icy-faced Yan Zhuihun.
Yan Zhuihun stared intently, raising the Sky-Locking Cloud Spear high in his hand. A dazzling golden glow condensed at the spear's tip.
With a single thrust of the spear, the wind and clouds shifted.
Puff!
With almost unstoppable force, the countless oncoming fire wolf shadows were instantly pierced through one by one!
"Nothing more!"
Yan Zhuihun shouted coldly, his body shimmering with golden energy, his protective Qi condensing into form. He then charged forward with great strides, spear in hand!
Nothing more!
How could I, Yan Zhuihun, lose to him!
At this moment, Yan Zhuihun's fighting spirit ignited like a blazing spear.
A flash of spear light shot skyward, and then Yan Zhuihun's shadow, like a ghost, narrowly avoided Ming Qi's howling fire wolf shadows.
His target was Ming Qi. Nothing else mattered to him now. He no longer held back. Burning with fighting spirit, he fearlessly chose to fight.
The spear rose and fell, lightning fast. Ming Qi, who had been standing still, was actually knocked back several steps by Yan Zhuihun's sudden burst of energy, his continuous barrage of punches interrupted.
Yan Zhuihun's momentum instantly gained the upper hand.
"Bloody Battle in All Directions!"
Yan Zhuihun shouted coldly, and his entire figure disappeared, leaving only the golden light and the shadow of the spear, which shone with wanton killing.
The same move, performed by those at different levels of power, was completely different.
Compared to Yan Zhuihun's Bloody Battle in All Directions, Ge Chuncheng's performance in front of Xuanwu Academy that day was a pure imitation.
Ge Chuncheng's Bloody Battle in All Directions was merely a form, while Yan Zhuihun's Bloody Battle in All Directions now was a true spirit. More than that, it possessed both form and spirit.
A sky full of spear light emanated from the intricate spear shadows, scattering in all directions.
Facing such a powerful attack from Yan Zhuihun, Ming Qi naturally chose not to confront him head-on. Instead, he channeled his innate energy into the Suzaku Divine Wings behind him.
The next moment, Ming Qi soared into the sky!
Seeing Ming Qi soar with his wings activated, Yan Zhuihun unhesitatingly tapped his foot. A six-sided golden battle platform appeared, carrying Yan Zhuihun into the air.
Fourth level of the Innate Realm, the Controlling Weapon Realm!
Yan Zhuihun's displayed strength at this moment clearly indicated he was at the Fourth level of the Innate Realm, but Ming Qi had no idea what level he had reached.
With his weapon soaring into the air, Ming Qi's soaring advantage was instantly diminished.
A rich golden light shone beneath Yan Zhuihun's feet, and the golden battle platform roared towards him.
Despite Yan Zhuihun's imposing momentum, Ming Qi chose not to fly away immediately. Instead, he stabilized his position above the Tianqing Palace. He formed a strange hand gesture with his hands, and a bright flame began to rise from his fingertips.
Red Refining Heavenly Fire!
A golden outline, crimson lines, and the Red Refining Sky Fire, brimming with devastating power, rapidly condensed and expanded.
The Red Refining Sky Fire surpassed any Earth Fire in power, a fact Yan Zhuihun knew well.
Earth Fire was already a formidable tool for refining elixirs and weapons, but what about Heavenly Fire?
Just how powerful was Heavenly Fire?
Yan Zhuihun had never experienced it before, but when he saw the Heavenly Fire rising from Ming Qi's fingertips, his expression darkened.
He couldn't understand why Ming Qi had suddenly appeared as a congenitally powerful being, how he could wield Red Refining Sky Fire, a level higher than Earth Fire.
Even more, he couldn't fathom the power that sustained his immense combat prowess.
Unable to understand, he didn't dwell on it. He wanted to fight. His dodging in front of the Tianqing Palace had already left him feeling humiliated, and this time, he wouldn't leave any chances.
No chance of humiliation!
"Yan Zhuihun, why are you so stubbornly opposing me?"
Ming Qi's face was expressionless, the Crimson Skyfire rising in his hand rapidly expanding.
Why?
Yan Zhuihun didn't answer, nor did he pause at Ming Qi's question. He didn't need an answer, and he wouldn't stop.
His actions proved everything. He, Yan Zhuihun, wanted to fight, for no reason at all!
A flicker of pity crossed Ming Qi's eyes. He had seen Yan Zhuihun, the entire Tianqing Palace, the six Dharma protectors battling the thousand-year-old nine-tailed fox and the four-clawed thunder dragon, and all the inner sect elites and outer sect disciples surrounding Tianqing Palace.
Finally, his gaze swept across the majestic Biyou Immortal Palace in the distance.
He took in everything first, because in the next moment, he would unleash his boundless rage upon it all!
Whoosh!
With an almost impossible scream, Ming Qi flicked his fingers, and the condensed Crimson Skyfire finally flew out of his hand.
The rising crimson celestial fire, like dazzling stars, instantly blossomed in the skies above Azure Sky City.
The earth shook, space twisted, and the fiery spirit visibly merged between heaven and earth swirled and condensed, madly converging towards the bright, lantern-like Heavenly Fire seedling in the sky.
Huo Yi Lian Cheng, this name seemed truly beautiful...
Ming Qi's heart was as still as water. The moment he wielded the Heavenly Fire seedling, his heart remained calm.