System: After the fortune telling, my cultivation level skyrocketed.

Seeing that Daoist Zixin dared to leave so easily and disregard his dignity as a Void Realm Immortal, the Dragon Hunter Ancestor's anger was instantly ignited.

He roared, his voice like thunder, causing the surrounding air to tremble.

Immediately afterwards, he struck out with a palm from a distance. This palm seemed slow, but it contained terrifying power. It was able to break through the spatial stagnation technique used by Daoist Zixin layer by layer, and pressed down on Zixin like a destructive force.

"Humph!"

Daoist Zixin snorted lightly, a hint of disdain flashing in her beautiful eyes. She swiftly formed a hand seal, chanting incantations, and shouted, "Purple Phoenix Sky-Piercing Palm!"

In an instant, three enormous purple hands appeared out of thin air. The hands were incredibly large, and petals scattered around them, creating a beautiful and magnificent sight. This move actually carried two completely different Daoist concepts, shining brightly and possessing astonishing power.

These three palms, like giant purple mountains, appeared instantly behind Daoist Zixin, meeting the palm that the Dragon Hunter Ancestor was slapping down with overwhelming force.

"Boom!"

Knowing the immense power of the Dragon Hunter Clan Ancestor's palm strike, and with the encouragement of the other eight Nascent Soul Daoists, they were all convinced that this woman who dared to offend the Dragon Hunter Clan's majesty would surely be captured by the Ancestor today and receive the punishment she deserved.

However, as the violent tremors gradually subsided, everyone witnessed a scene that left them speechless.

Master Zixin remained with her back to the crowd, her figure swaying in the wind with the force of the clash, seemingly unaffected.

The attacks from both sides canceled each other out in the high altitude, resulting in no clear winner.

The members of the Dragon Hunter Clan stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with shock and disbelief.

"How is this possible? She is merely a Nascent Soul cultivator, how could she possibly contend with the Ancestor?"

"A Nascent Soul Daoist can actually fight against an Earth Immortal, which is simply against common sense!"

……

Daoist Zixin easily deflected the opponent's fierce attack. She slowly turned her head, revealing a contemptuous smile on her face, a smile that seemed to mock the ignorance and arrogance of the Dragon Hunter Clan.

Then, the space around her distorted, a crack appeared, and with one step she disappeared from everyone's sight.

"hateful!"

The Dragon Hunter Ancestor, having failed to capture Daoist Zixin, was enraged and humiliated. His face flushed crimson, like a pig's liver, making him look extremely unsightly. He lowered his head, filled with anger and resentment, and opened the letter left by Daoist Zixin.

At this moment, the eight Nascent Soul Daoists, who were also seriously injured, endured their pain and flew to the Ancestor's side. Their eyes were filled with fear, and they couldn't help but frequently look in the direction where Daoist Zixin had disappeared.

They simply couldn't understand who this woman was, that she could withstand an attack from the ancestor head-on and leave unharmed.

When they arrived at the ancestor's side, they saw that the ancestor had already unfolded the seemingly ordinary straw paper.

wow——

The moment the paper was unfolded, a terrifying pressure instantly spread out, and the surrounding space seemed to be suppressed by an invisible force, becoming extremely heavy.

The eight Nascent Soul Daoists, along with the Dragon Hunter Ancestor, were no longer able to maintain their flight and were forced to land on the ground against their will.

An immense pressure, as vast as the sky, surged in from all directions like a tidal wave, making it hard for them to breathe.

Three of the elders, whose foundations were relatively weak and who were at the Nascent Soul Realm, were unable to withstand this powerful aura. They immediately collapsed to the ground, spitting out blood and turning ashen-faced.

Upon sensing this terrifying aura, the Dragon Hunter Ancestor's face instantly turned deathly pale, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.

At that moment, everyone involuntarily looked up at the sky. There, a middle-aged man with black hair, dressed in a black robe, sat cross-legged on the clouds. His figure seemed to blend into the heavens and earth, exuding an extraordinary aura.