I am a mage and a wet nurse, so using seven swords is not too much, right?

Jiao Wu, a powerful member of the Jiao Clan, was so angry at Ning Ruan's inconsistent and unprincipled attitude that he almost vomited blood.

He even felt that he had wasted countless years of his life.

He considered himself to have seen all sorts of cunning and treacherous people, but Ning Ruan was someone he had never met before who was so unreasonable!

"Enough!" The powerful member of the Jiaolong clan suddenly roared, forcibly suppressing his surging blood and qi, his eyes flashing with fierceness. "What are you all waiting for?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of azure light erupted from his body, revealing part of his true form as a dragon. His scales were sharp and menacing, and a wild and ferocious aura surged into the sky.

The enormous dragon claw, carrying unparalleled power, lunged fiercely at Ning Ruan!

Almost at the moment he transformed, the five powerful clans—the Purple Gold Clan, the Thunder Turtle Clan, the Sky Rift Clan, the Illusionary Eye Clan, and the Dark Clan—who had already secretly reached a consensus, simultaneously unleashed their power!

Since we've decided to take action, we can't give the other side any chance to breathe.

Li Mu's face was cold and sullen. Even though he knew he was no match for him, he did not retreat a single step.

The longsword in his hand emitted a clear, resonant hum, and a chilling sword intent soared into the sky.

Ning Ruan clicked her tongue lightly, showing no surprise at what she was seeing.

What’s the use of having more people?

Who says her paintings can't be a massacre?

What's the use of being fast?

Who says her paintings have to be used immediately upon arrival?

With a slight smile, she looked down at her feet, which were illuminated by countless lights as if it were daytime, just as the five powerful figures made their move.

About to take action.

A sudden sigh came before she could finish her sentence.

It came without any warning.

Suddenly, they appeared in the sky above the boundless realm.

It was as if the sound was echoing around everyone.

Immediately afterwards, in front of Ning Ruan and Li Mu, the space rippled like water, and a figure slowly stepped out.

The newcomer was also dressed in human clothing, a faded gray-blue robe. He was thin and had an ordinary face, appearing to be around forty or fifty years old. Only his eyes were calm, like a deep well, without the slightest ripple.

He stood there, emanating no powerful aura, just like an ordinary, down-on-his-luck scholar.

He is human!

He looks like an ordinary human being.

No one could discern his cultivation level.

But if he truly had no cultivation, how could he possibly appear here?

The attack from the five powerful individuals arrived swiftly.

But he merely flicked his sleeve slightly, without even moving a step.

All the attacks that landed were blocked three feet away from him.

"Ah, my eyes!"

Suddenly, the powerful member of the Illusionary Clan who had used mental power to attack covered his eyes and cried out in alarm.

The other powerful figures looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the eyes of the Huan Tong clan expert were already filled with blood.

Even with both hands, it couldn't be covered; it gushed out from between her fingers.

How could this be?

Who is this person?

Human race?

How could the human race have such a powerful individual?

"Your eyes are fine, they've just suffered a backlash. Find a light-elemental spirit master, and they can repair them for you."

He spoke calmly and casually to the powerful member of the Illusionary Conjunction Clan, as if he had never made a move.

The powerful dragon-like being had not yet fully transformed into human form. His enormous dragon eyes were fixed on the other party, a warning screaming in his heart. He tried his best to keep his voice steady: "Who are you?!"

"Who am I?" His calm eyes seemed to conceal countless deeply buried emotions.

But he did not show any other expression.

As if answering a question posed to himself, he addressed the question that countless cultivators present wanted to know: "Haven't you already figured it out?"

"I... am a human."

"As for the name... I've forgotten the name, I've forgotten it all."

He shook his head gently, his tone carrying a faint weariness after experiencing the vicissitudes of life, as if he had truly cast aside all the past events.

He slightly raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the several pale-faced experts once more. His calm gaze at this moment was clearly more suffocating than any sharp pressure. "Names are not important. What is important is that I am human. What do you think?"

The Phoenix Clan expert reacted the fastest, suppressing his shock and hurriedly bowing: "Senior is absolutely right. For us cultivators, a name is just a title, and it doesn't matter what we are called."

"That's what I think too." The mysterious human expert, who seemed to agree with these words, nodded slowly.

Beneath those calm eyes, there was still not much emotion.

“However,” he said, his tone shifting slightly, “while my name is not important, the fact that I am human is unchangeable.”

He asked, "Were you attacking my human race just now?"

"..." Sure enough, there's no such thing as an easy-going old monster.

The Phoenix Clan expert inwardly grumbled.

But he was also incredibly relieved that he hadn't made a move.

If no action is taken, there is still room for maneuver.

He immediately said, "Senior, you misunderstand. My Phoenix Clan has never longed for peace. The path to immortality is too ethereal. We cultivators should work together to pursue the Great Dao. How can we turn against each other because of momentary greed?"

"Regardless of what other fellow Daoists do, our clan has not attacked the human race."

He said this with absolute confidence.

It's not a lie that he didn't make a move.

They didn't actually do anything.

Even if they coveted the immortal artifacts, they would at most hope that Ning Ruan would agree to cooperate with them and voluntarily hand over the immortal artifacts.

If she resolutely refuses to hand it over.

They certainly wouldn't steal it by force.

The man in the green robe listened quietly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, but his gaze slowly swept over the powerful figures who had just made their move.

His gaze was calm, yet it weighed heavily, causing the cultivators of all races to tremble in their hearts and even unconsciously soften their breathing.

"And what about you all?" the man in the blue robe asked softly, his tone revealing neither joy nor anger.

The powerful figures who had indeed made a move and were caught red-handed were speechless.

If they say it's a misunderstanding now, will the other party believe them?

The outcome is obvious without even thinking about it.

Unless the human race has no intention of pursuing the matter, they will simply go along with the old sparrow's words and let the matter pass by naturally.

But he kept asking.

This is clearly an attempt to avoid being misled.

What else can they say?

"Why isn't anyone saying anything?" The mysterious human expert smiled, his gaze steadily fixed on the dragon expert.

"You said that my human race had a conspiracy against you, that we wanted to use the name of immortal artifacts to lure you here, and then set up an ambush to kill you?"

The powerful dragon race member: "..."

His enormous dragon head and claws instantly transformed back into human form.

His face was completely bloodless.

Cold sweat was already pouring down his taut back.

But at least on the surface, he concealed it very well.

A gruff voice followed up with, "I said it."

Knowing that the other party intended to pursue the matter, he was unwilling to beg for mercy in public, and was then killed by the other party under the pretext of so-called justice.

Even if they die, it must be because the human race has a conspiracy.

It absolutely cannot be that he died because he plotted to seize a junior's immortal artifact.

Thinking of this, his voice became even more resolute, "So what if I said it?"

His pale face was filled with a cold smile. "The fact that you, senior, have come this far proves that I was right; the human race does indeed have a conspiracy."

"First, they let a junior at the ninth level of cultivation swagger around the city with a celestial artifact to lure us here, and then the senior would take action to annihilate us all here. What a clever scheme."

His increasingly indignant words caused all the cultivators present to change their expressions.

Aside from this possibility, they really couldn't find any other reason to explain Ning Ruan's behavior... or the current stalemate.