million five hundred thousand…""Six million...""Seven million..."Prices soared immediately, nearly doubling in the blink of an eye."I'll give you one million two!"Knowing he could wait no longer, Xin..."Little girl, you're no match for me."

Ye Wuqing held his sword, stood on empty air, and looked down from high above.

"However, for someone your age to have such swordsmanship skill and cultivation is truly remarkable. You are a talent worth nurturing."

"Today, I give you a great opportunity. Surrender your sword and your swordsmanship, and I will plead with my master uncle to let you join my Four Directions Sword Sect. You can enter the Middle Heaven Domain, and your future prospects will be limitless."

He was truly taken with Leng Qingqiu's Lu Xian Sword and her swordsmanship. If he could hand these two treasures over to the sect, his status would be greatly elevated, and he might even become a direct disciple of the Sect Master.

He didn't think the other party would refuse under this condition.

In his consciousness, people from the lower realms must have infinite yearning for the middle realm. This opportunity is a once-in-a-lifetime chance.

To his surprise, Leng Qingqiu stabilized her figure and simply uttered three words, "You're not worthy!"

"Die!"

Yan Wuqing's expression turned cold, but in order to get what he wanted, he still didn't make the killing blow.

Ji Zhe merely held his sword in both hands, a furious sword intent mixed with the might of an Immortal King at its peak, sweeping towards Leng Qingqiu.

In his mind, he believed that through sheer force, he would eventually wear down the other party. After all, no one wants to die.

Leng Qingqiu had just been struck by a palm, and was already slightly injured. Under such immense pressure, she was struggling to hold on.

She held the Lu Xian Sword in her hand, relying on the sword intent she erupted to withstand this pressure.

It's a pity that the opponent's sword intent combined with the pressure of a peak Immortal King is something she can no longer withstand.

One breath, two breaths, the hands holding the sword have begun to tremble, and a streak of blood has even seeped from the corner of his mouth. He is clearly approaching his limit.

"Hahaha..." Yan Wuqing laughed triumphantly, "Now you know the difference between us, right Quickly bow your head and admit defeat, agree to my terms, or there's only one way out...death..."

"You dare..."

Lán Qingqiu had just uttered these three words when a mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth, his face becoming incredibly pale.

"Little girl, you're in this state, what else do you think you can use to fight me..."

Ye Wuqing was completely in the posture of a victor. In his view, as long as a few more breaths passed, the opponent would be unable to withstand his pressure.

Just then, a powerful aura suddenly surged into the sky.

Immediately, the Lúxiān Sword in Leng Qingqiu's hand burst forth with a wave of sword intent that was overwhelming like mountains collapsing. In an instant, it shattered his oppressive aura to pieces.

"This... What's going on"

Yàn Wúqíng was shaken back ten several steps, his face filled with shock, unable to understand what had just happened.

Leng Qingqiu held her sword, and at this moment, her entire aura was several times stronger than before.

Under this immense pressure, her cultivation soared again, breaking through the bottleneck of the early stage of Immortal King and directly reaching the middle stage.

Although his cultivation level was still inferior to Yan Wujing's, with the support of the First Sword Immortal's inheritance, his strength could rival that of a peak Immortal King.

"Kill!"

The Lu Xian Sword unleashed a boundless killing intent. Its sharp sword glow, like the waves of a vast ocean, surged forward in one wave after another.

Yan Wuqing drew his sword again, engaging in a fierce battle. After more than ten moves, he realized the opponent's strength had increased tremendously, surpassing his own by many folds.

The key is continuously being enhanced, becoming stronger with each battle, and eventually started to show signs of overpowering itself.

"Damn it!"

By now, he should be able to understand what happened. The pressure he just applied not only failed to make the other party submit but actually backfired.

But regret is useless, the deed is done. Now he can't suppress people even if he wants to.

But he was overpowered, and the three beside him, Du Wuju included, were also having a hard time. Each one of them could only defend themselves and had no power to fight back.

Jian Juechen stood beside, frowning, his expression growing increasingly grim.

Originally, he wasn't planning on making a move when he arrived at the Netherworld. He thought that with his four disciples, he could completely intimidate the Flowing Light Sword Sect.

Now the results are completely crushed and suppressed by others.

"You four are truly useless, why don't you use the Four Directions Sword Formation!"

His shout startled the four of them awake.

With all their might, they threw off their opponents, and then the four of them gathered together, forming a sword array in the four directions—east, south, west, and north—encircling the four people including Jin Meier in the center.

The Four Swords Formation is the Four Sword Sect's most treasured secret art, and legend has it that the sect's name originated from this very formation.

Four people working together, their combat power skyrocketed.

As a matter of fact, things turned around instantly. After the four warriors abandoned their individual fights and formed a sword array, the situation reversed.

Jin Meier, Leng Qingqiu and others, though powerful, lacked a combined attack technique. They were trapped within the formation, suppressed to death, and completely fell into a disadvantage.

After a hundred moves, the four people were already in a sorry state, each bearing some minor injuries.

"How long do you think you can hold on"

Yàn Wúqíng seized an opportunity, his right hand's long sword shattering Lěng Qīngqiū's Lüxiān Sword. His left hand slapped towards her chest.

This palm strike is powerful and heavy; once it hits, the target will surely suffer severe damage.

Jin Mier and the others saw this scene and wanted to rescue, but they were suppressed by the other three people, and they couldn't free their hands at all.

Seeing that Leng Qingqiu was utterly powerless to dodge, Yan Wujing's face twisted into a cruel smile.

Just then, a ferocious gust of wind struck from behind.

"Oh no, who is this"

Yàn Wúqíng's expression changed drastically. The remaining disciples of Liúguāng Jiànzōng weren't strong enough, all staying within the sect and not participating in the battle. So how could someone attack him at this time

Feeling the power of that punch from behind, if it hit you, I'm afraid your body wouldn't be able to withstand it.

Thinking of this, he no longer cared about Leng Qingqiu in front of him. He hurriedly turned around and slashed with his sword.

But his sword strike fell short. Immediately, a figure appeared on the right side of his body and landed a heavy punch on his shoulder. The entire person flew out like a cannonball.

The Four Swords Formation originally required the close cooperation of four people. When he was knocked away, the formation immediately collapsed.

Leng Qingqiu and others turned defense into offense, and Du Wujue and the three were caught off guard for a while. Each of them was injured and flew out completely.

The situation had completely reversed in an instant, and the four people were all incredibly shocked.

Looking up, a young man appeared before him, it was Ye Bufan who had returned.

"Xiaofan, you're back!"

After seeing him, the four of Kim Meier were overjoyed and rushed up to him.

"Kid, so you're Ye Bufan."

Ye Wuqing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his killing intent rising, "Dare to kill a disciple of my Si Fang Jian Pai Kneel and confess your crimes immediately!"

Ye Bufan waved his hand, signaling Leng Qingqiu and the others to step back.

Turning back, his eyes locked onto the people before him, "Feng Wuji and the others deserved to die. Killing them was justice being served, what crime have I committed" like this; this has never happened before.Ye Bufan came to the courtyard. At this moment, Xi Menfeng stood there with a smile on his face, followed by Mu Xiaoyun.Now, Xi Men Jia Yin keeps her promise...