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

Under his control, the flying swords seemed to come alive, weaving and dancing nimbly. Each swing brought forth a sharp sword aura, cutting through the air and emitting a piercing whistling sound.

"No, we surrender!" The three men's divine weapons were no match for the powerful impact of the waves of attacks from seven or eight, or even more than a dozen, top-grade Earth-rank flying swords. They felt an overwhelming force strike them, and their bodies were involuntarily sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of their mouths.

Without their divine weapons, the cultivators' combat power instantly dropped by 30%. Faced with the numerous flying swords that Chen Xuan commanded with ease, the three men turned ashen-faced, their eyes filled with fear and despair. They could only tremble and beg for mercy, admitting defeat.

"Admit defeat?" Chen Xuan coldly glanced at the three of them, a mocking smile on his face, and said, "Those rogue cultivators knew they were no match for you before and admitted defeat to you, but didn't you still kill them?"

"Die!" A ruthless glint flashed in Chen Xuan's eyes, completely ignoring the three's pitiful pleas for mercy. With a wave of his hand, all the Earth-rank flying swords instantly roared towards the three. Those flying swords streaked through the air with cold light, like the scythe of death, mercilessly reaping lives.

"Insolence!" Seeing their comrades about to be killed, the fellow disciples from Tianlong County behind them could no longer sit still. They transformed into streaks of light, unleashing long-range killing moves, and attacked Chen Xuan like lightning.

In an instant, various magical lights intertwined, like dazzling fireworks, yet carrying a deadly danger.

"Fellow Daoist, it's best not to go too far in your actions." At this moment, even the young master of the Dragon Hunter Clan had a face as gloomy as the sky before a storm.

In his view, those rogue cultivators were nothing but insignificant ants; once they died, they were gone. How could they be compared to the members of their alliance?

Chen Xuan was currently manipulating the four lotus flowers with all his might, relentlessly strangling the corpses of the four people from Tianlong County. The corpses repeatedly attempted to heal their wounds and rise again using divine power.

But whenever divine power was about to gather in their divine bodies, it was mercilessly crushed by the lotus of water and fire. Once their divine power was completely exhausted, they would truly die.

"What? Do you intend to act tyrannically?" Chen Xuan felt the chilling light coming from behind him. His eyes narrowed, and with a wave of his hand, a dazzling sword light instantly tore through space, sweeping across like a white lightning bolt.

The sword light from a single sword array, gathered together, acted like an impregnable wall, directly blocking more than twenty ranged magical attacks. Wherever the sword light passed, space seemed to be torn apart, emitting bursts of rumbling. This scene left everyone watching outside the arena speechless with astonishment, gasping in shock.

"Yes, this is the Lesser Thousand Swords Formation!"

"The Lesser Thousand Sword Formation is the signature technique of the Earth Immortal Ancestor, Thousand Dao Immortal, of the Nine Heavens Profound Purity Palace. This person can use the Lesser Thousand Sword Formation... Could he be Chen Xuan?!"

"Chen Xuan, it's him!"

Among the hundreds of independent cultivators, many came from local sects in Qingtian City. Over countless years, the elders of each sect had participated in the resource competition of the Land of Fallen Gods to varying degrees, and naturally some had witnessed the Thousand Immortals in action. At this moment, they recognized the Lesser Thousand Swords Formation that Chen Xuan was using at a glance and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"Chen Xuan, it's you!" Upon hearing the name Chen Xuan, the young master of the Dragon Hunter Clan, whose face was already extremely ugly, suddenly opened his eyes wide, his eyes filled with intense killing intent, as if he wanted to devour Chen Xuan alive.

"You killed the bloodline of my tribe's heir, and you still dare to show your face today?" As soon as he finished speaking, the young master of the Dragon Hunter Clan waved his hand, and a jade talisman appeared in his hand.

"Snapped!"

As he crushed the jade talisman, the young master of the Dragon Hunter Clan smiled coldly, as if he could already foresee Chen Xuan's death. He said, "This is the token of my clan's invincible genius of our generation, Young Master Qu Ge. He once said that once he received news of Chen Xuan within the secret realm, he would crush this token. Chen Xuan, today is your death day!"