Emperor Qiankun

"Boom——"

A deafening explosion suddenly rang out.

It was as if a god was enraged, causing the entire world to tremble.

The killing storm meticulously constructed by Li Qingyuan suddenly collided with the overwhelming, surging energy.

In an instant, the two forces intertwined and entangled, unleashing a terrifying and astonishing fluctuation.

The blazing air currents swept wildly like a runaway horse, engulfing the area around the Rising Dragon Platform.

Wherever it passed, the air was scorched and distorted, as if it wanted to devour all living things.

This breathtaking situation instantly shocked the many cultivators below.

Their faces were filled with disbelief.

Someone blurted out, their voice trembling slightly:

"Although this person is only at the first level of the Heavenly Gang Realm, he is already invincible among those in the Heavenly Gang Realm?"

"Such strength is simply unbelievable!"

Someone nearby quickly echoed:

"Yes, yes, that green-robed cultivator is truly terrifying!"

"To possess such formidable strength at such a young age, his future achievements are likely limitless."

"Perhaps he could become an unparalleled powerhouse who commands respect in the region..."

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And at this time.

The dozen or so cultivators on the stage were stunned, their astonishment evident in their expressions.

They all came from the same faction and were quite confident in their own strength, so they were naturally very familiar with each other's abilities.

Now, even though they joined forces and used all their strength, they still couldn't defeat a young man whose cultivation level was much lower than their own.

This was an utter disgrace, something they found hard to accept.

At that moment, someone frowned, their face full of resentment, and said:

"Kid, you've got some skills!"

"However, that should have been the limit you could reach, right?"

"I'd like to see how you handle this next, so don't just rely on empty words!"

"I don't know either, but you can try."

Upon hearing this, Li Qingyuan's lips curled up slightly, a faint smile appearing on her face.

That smile was indescribably kind, as if he were just chatting casually with someone.

However, behind that kind smile lies a chilling confidence and arrogance.

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However, this seemingly kind smile took on a completely different meaning in the eyes of the opponent.

It was like a sharp thorn that pierced their pride and was perceived by them as a blatant provocation!

In an instant, a torrent of angry curses surged forth.

Someone glared angrily and shouted in a stern voice:

"This brat is extremely arrogant, he simply doesn't know his own limitations!"

Someone gritted their teeth and roared viciously:

"Stop your arrogance! Today you will pay a heavy price!"

Some people were so angry that their faces turned red, and they started cursing:

"That smug act is infuriating!"

For a moment, shouts and curses rose and fell, echoing throughout the entire venue.

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In fact, Li Qingyuan did do this on purpose.

He was a master of psychological tactics, aiming to disrupt his opponents' minds and make them agitated.

Once an opponent becomes impatient and agitated, their attacks will naturally be sporadic and inconsistent in strength, resulting in a chaotic and disorganized situation...

This gave him an opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

At that moment, Li Qingyuan moved in rhythm with the Immortal Slaughtering Formation.

It was as if we were being swept along by a raging storm of slaughter.

At this moment, the sword formation diagram beneath his feet became even more dazzling.

Like the most dazzling star in the night sky.

The two distinct sword intents, gentle breeze and slaughter, intertwine and permeate each other within this sword formation diagram.

Ultimately, they merged into one, unleashing an even greater power.

At this moment, even the mysterious and unpredictable Big Dipper Steps...

They all seemed to have received some kind of blessing, their steps were as swift as the wind, as if they were walking on the wind, graceful and agile.

Li Qingyuan gripped the green sword tightly, his murderous aura growing ever stronger.

He was like a god of death who had come from hell.

Then, he suddenly slashed out with his sword.

A sharp blue light swept away the sandstorm, passing by in an instant like lightning.

The cyan sword light tore through space with a sharp whistling sound, and in the blink of an eye, it had traveled a great distance...

This time, Li Qingyuan struck first, disrupting her opponent's rhythm.

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The cultivators opposite seemed completely taken aback that Li Qingyuan would dare to make such a bold first move.

In a moment of carelessness, they were thrown into a panic.

They had no choice but to react hastily, some dodging to the side, their movements as nimble as raccoons, trying to avoid the sharp sword strike;

Some hurriedly formed shields to defend themselves, their profound energy surging around them, condensing into a solid spiritual energy shield in an attempt to withstand the attack.

Before they could organize an effective counterattack again, Li Qingyuan made another move.

He used the Big Dipper Step, his figure moving as elusive as a ghost.

The speed was so fast it was dazzling.

He swiftly approached a young man whose cultivation level was only at the seventh level of the Heavenly Gang Realm.

This young man is so young, yet he already possesses such remarkable cultivation, which shows his exceptional talent.

At this moment, the young man was tightly protected by the other cultivators, appearing to hold a high position, as if he were surrounded by stars.

Seeing his opponent rushing towards the boy, and with the sharp sword energy already slashing down, it seemed he wanted to kill the boy with one strike!

The other young people under the age of thirty visibly tensed up, their faces filled with worry and anxiety.

Some cultivators immediately protected the boy and retreated hastily, trying to increase the distance between him and Li Qingyuan;

Some cultivators stood alone at the front, their profound energy surging around them, seemingly trying to buy time and give the boy a chance to escape.

The boy's eyes flashed with anger, his face full of resentment, and he looked very furious.

However, the deep shock in his eyes revealed his weakness of having little practical experience.

In this tense moment, he seemed somewhat at a loss.

But Li Qingyuan did this on purpose.

He knew that only by throwing his opponents into disarray could he have the opportunity to defeat them one by one.

This gave them the upper hand in the fierce battle.

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