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

"You, Zeng Niu, come forward and die!" Bai Qianhuan was completely enraged by Chen Xuan, her face contorted with anger.

It wasn't that his Dao heart wasn't firm enough; in reality, Chen Xuan's few words had driven him into a desperate situation.

The Holy Land is renowned and its future is uncertain. In addition, Chen Xuan previously demonstrated the Great Dao of Space and the mysterious secret technique that can affect the flow of time. All of these made Bai Qianhuan feel an unprecedented threat.

Chen Xuan was like a fearless wanderer, repeatedly stating that he came from Qilin City. He had no worries about this duel, so he would just do whatever he wanted.

"Hmph, is this the Dao heart of the future Holy Son? So easily defeated." Chen Xuan saw Bai Qianhuan suddenly draw the ancient sword from his back. "This ancient sword is quite interesting. I wonder what its power is?"

Bai Qianhuan coldly growled at Chen Xuan, ordering him to fight. Chen Xuan immediately scoffed and mercilessly commented, "In my opinion, the foundation of this Heartless Holy Land is nothing special."

"Zeng Niu! All you do is talk big, hurry up and face your death!"

"That's right, how could you cowards possibly fathom the Holy Son's true strength and trump cards? You were merely taking advantage of the chaos to launch a sneak attack!"

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The moment Bai Qianhuan drew his sword, it was like igniting a powder keg. The cultivators who had temporarily attached themselves to him jumped out one after another, their faces flushed red, shouting and cursing at Chen Xuan. Their voices intertwined and echoed in the void, like a flock of noisy crows.

"Brother Lin, proceed according to plan." Chen Xuan said to Lin Yuqiong beside him, and in an instant, a pair of lightning-infused feather robes sprouted from his side. The feather robes crackled and sparked with lightning, each bolt of lightning seemingly containing the power to destroy the world.

Surrounded by surging crimson divine power, Chen Xuan flowed through his meridians like a stream of molten lava. Then, he lightly touched the air with his toes, and his figure instantly transformed into a streak of light, rushing upwards, leaving only a blur indicating his previous location.

"Hmph, without Bai Qianhuan to restrain them, little sister, Hongchen, quickly kill these cultivators!" Seeing that Chen Xuan had already gone to stop and restrain Bai Qianhuan, Lin Yuqiong's eyes were like torches as she coldly looked at the dozen or so cultivators opposite her, and then she ordered, "Kill!"

Lin Yuyao had been holding back her anger for a long time.

Obtaining the inherited treasure in the Land of Fallen Immortals was an incredible opportunity, but unexpectedly it became the object of everyone's covetousness.

The journey has been fraught with danger, with hungry wolves relentlessly pursuing from behind and fierce tigers eyeing from the front.

Even more humiliatingly, she was subdued by Bai Qianhuan and almost had her Holy Qilin bloodline forcibly extracted.

Having finally been rescued by Chen Xuan, only to have him take advantage of her, she was filled with resentment and felt extremely uncomfortable.

Upon hearing his elder brother's order, a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"Qilin Dharma Form!" Lin Yuyao's hands quickly formed hand seals, and as the seals changed, the divine power around her surged like a raging tsunami.

A radiant light shone from between her brows, growing brighter and brighter, like a newly risen sun.

Immediately afterwards, a gigantic phantom of a thousand-foot-tall holy unicorn slowly emerged in the void behind Lin Yuyao.

The sacred Qilin's scales shimmered with golden light, each scale the size of a millstone, exuding an aura of majesty. Its eyes, like two golden suns, gazed upon the enemies below, as if they could see into their very souls.

Lin Yuyao slowly opened her eyes, which had turned golden, filled with coldness and killing intent. She slowly raised her left foot as she faced the dozen or so cultivators who were gritting their teeth and resisting the combined attack of her elder brother and senior sister.

"Qilin Step! Suppress!" Lin Yuyao shouted.

"Roar—" The phantom of the Holy Qilin raised its head and let out a deafening roar. The roar was like rolling thunder, which exploded in the void and caused ripples to spread in the surrounding space.