Now that you have betrayed the sect, who will still pamper you?.

The crowd staggered backward as they were blown by the strong wind, and all looked toward the center with fear on their faces.

A suit of cloud-patterned armor, three zhang tall, stood in the very center, its thick arms hanging at its sides, its shoulders rising and falling with its breath.

Although it is called a spirit, it looks more like a high-level puppet with a physical body. In particular, its aura, although its specific level cannot be sensed, makes people feel fear at first glance and dare not look at it for long.

Behind the mask, a slightly vacant gaze peeked out, seemingly alive, carrying a touch of ancient, yet lively spirit.

His gaze swept down, slowly scanning everyone present. Those who were looked at felt their hearts tighten and dared not look him in the eye for even a moment.

Even Jiang Han felt an unprecedented pressure suddenly pressing down on his heart the moment that gaze swept over him, making him want to bow his head and submit, unable to look at this god-like powerhouse.

But he held back, and instead of bowing his head, he stared at the other person for a moment.

The spirit's gaze paused, also lingering on Jiang Han for a moment, seemingly surprised that someone dared to defy its authority. A different emotion clearly appeared in its eyes, a mixture of anger, coldness, and indifference.

His gaze didn't linger, as if he didn't care at all about the spying of an ant. After scanning the area, it landed on Yun Fengzhu and Gu Chenyin, who were closest to him:

"It's the two of you again."

His voice had a dull quality, somewhat hesitant, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time, and there was a very obvious pause.

After he finished speaking, he seemed a little uncomfortable and twisted his chin. A cracking sound that made your teeth ache came from his body, and a blackish-red mist emerged, spreading around him and slowly contracting and expanding with his breathing.

Yun Fengzhu's expression was solemn, but he still smiled and said, "It is truly an honor that you still remember us, senior. To be honest, the two of us have come here today..."

Before he could finish speaking, the mist around the spirit suddenly shifted, and its form vanished, appearing out of thin air in front of Yun Fengzhu.

A silver spear appeared in his hand at some unknown time. The spear was like a raging dragon, tearing through space with a cold light. It pierced the void in front of him the moment it appeared.

This shot seemed to contain some kind of law power; once it appeared, it locked onto Yun Fengzhu's head, leaving him nowhere to dodge but to take it head-on.

Yun Fengzhu was suddenly attacked, but it seemed as if he had expected it. As he retreated rapidly, his brow shone brightly, and he frantically shot out streams of star power that spread outwards.

In an instant, the sky transformed into a dark starry expanse, with specks of starlight streaking across the night and falling around him, forming countless arrays that blocked his path.

Each of those formations carried the power of the stars, and every ray of light radiated an indestructible and stable aura, with a special Daoist charm contained within them, clearly indicating a supernatural technique.

At the same time, Yun Fengzhu's figure shifted continuously among the starlight, appearing thousands of miles away in an instant, and continued speaking with feigned composure:

"Senior, please don't misunderstand. Today's challengers are not the two of us."

As soon as he finished speaking, the spear suddenly accelerated, tearing apart all the starlight array in front of him with one strike. It then pierced Yun Fengzhu's body across space, shattering his protective starlight and sending him flying backward in a frenzy.

Having landed a successful blow, the spirit spear shifted its momentum and instantly appeared in front of Gu Chenyin, who was fleeing. The spear swung in a wide arc, like a crescent moon suddenly appearing in the sky, smashing through the void with a thunderous roar, and crashing down towards Gu Chenyin's head.

Gu Chenyin was prepared. A stream of light appeared beside her, and a defensive puppet flew out quickly, growing to a height of 10,000 feet the moment it appeared.

The puppet's chest mechanically flipped, revealing a fiery golden-red sun that burned and transformed into a ten-thousand-foot-tall golden crow. It spread its wings and, together with the puppet, slammed them towards the spear.

Upon contact, the Golden Crow and the puppet instantly shattered, and the remaining force blasted against the Cloud Wind Bamboo, shattering two more defensive magic treasures before sending it flying backward.

In the blink of an eye, everything happened.

Everyone felt the sky suddenly darken and brighten, transforming into a starry sky. Then, the sun appeared, and a puppet golden crow emerged, generating waves of heat. Next, two loud booms rang out in succession, and the starry sky puppet and the golden crow were torn apart.

Yun Fengzhu and Gu Chenyin, the two disciples who had just completed their tribulation, were sent flying backwards almost simultaneously, blasted tens of thousands of miles away, far beyond the plaza's boundaries.

But the next moment, the two flashed back and landed in front of the crowd, but Yun Fengzhu's arm was trembling and Gu Chenyin was clutching her chest.

The two men's auras fluctuated violently, clearly indicating that their internal energy had been shaken, damaging their internal organs and meridians, and even their faces turned slightly pale.

Clearly, even with their combined strength, taking a direct hit from the spirit's spear was no easy feat, and they even sustained some minor injuries.

That's a truly powerful spirit!

At this moment, everyone had only one thought in their minds: no wonder their senior brother said that this spirit was absolutely invincible and that only Jiang Han could put up a fight.

It turned out that this spirit was really that outrageous. Even when the two senior brothers combined their supernatural powers, they couldn't withstand a single blow from it and were sent flying on the spot.

If it were them who attacked this spirit, they would probably be severely injured and on the verge of death, or even have their souls scattered, in a single exchange!

Even Meng Qinghong looked solemn. Putting everything else aside, just based on that attack just now, he might not have been able to block it as easily as the two of them.

The spirit's spear appeared to be just a casual thrust and swing, but in reality it contained a certain Daoist essence. Each move was extremely powerful, seemingly a Daoist technique, yet not quite. He couldn't discern its specifics.

Just then, the spirit, spear in hand, returned to the center of the plaza, stood firmly on the ground, and looked at the two who had returned, asking:

"You just said, who is the challenger?"

Although he was asking a question, his gaze was fixed on Meng Qinghong.

In his opinion, only this swordsman was comparable in strength to the other two.

However, after hearing this, everyone turned their attention to Jiang Han.

It was agreed long before they came here that no one but Jiang Han could break through the first barrier to enter the inheritance, and now they almost all firmly believed in this statement.

According to my senior brother, this spirit will adjust its realm according to the challenger's strength and will always maintain a strength one realm higher than the challenger.

If the two senior brothers are at the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm, then this spiritual body is at the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul realm.

However, if the challenger becomes Jiang Han, then this spirit body will only have the strength of the mid-stage Nascent Soul realm.

Jiang Han's match against a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator was, frankly, a complete stomp.