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

Amidst the discussions, the scene of the battle in the distance was clearly projected into the void before Chen Xuan and the other seventeen people through Xuan Ye's vertical eye between his brows. It was like a battle scene suspended in the sky, and even the cold glint of the sword light and the vibration of the air currents could be clearly felt.

Zhang Lingyu's ruthless swordsmanship became increasingly fierce and unparalleled. His sword light was like frost and snow, and every strike precisely locked onto the key points of the great formation. Wherever the sword wind swept, fine cracks appeared in the void.

Wang Ye's innate Yin-Yang Bagua diagram spun rapidly, and the black and white divine light intertwined to form a solid barrier, barely resisting the crushing pressure of the great formation. The two of them, with their primordial spirit realm bodies, managed to hold their own against two celestial immortals and thirty-two loose immortals.

All seventeen were top-tier geniuses who had seen the world, and ordinary geniuses were not even worth their attention. But now, seeing the Dao intent unleashed by the three juniors in the Nascent Soul Realm, they were all secretly amazed, their eyes filled with astonishment.

In fact, given their perspective, it wouldn't be difficult for them to judge that the power of the Great Dao they unleashed when they were in the Nascent Soul Realm might not be comparable to that of these three juniors.

Feng Yao, Xuan Ye, Fu Sheng, Huang Quan, Dao Yi, Xuan Yi, the Zi Qing sisters, and others all looked at Chen Xuan, their eyes filled with undisguised envy. Who would have thought that Chen Xuan, when his strength was still weak, had already received such a talented disciple? This opportunity and vision were truly enviable.

"Brother Chen Xuan, there's no need to watch this battle any longer!" Han Jiuling couldn't contain himself any longer. The dragon spear in his hand hummed and trembled, its tip gleaming coldly. His fighting spirit almost burst through his chest. "We must act immediately and kill all the rogue immortals and celestial immortals of the You Ran Divine Dynasty!"

He and Xia Jiuyou had already realized that these three had clearly inherited Chen Xuan's true teachings, especially Jiang Linglong in the white dress and black hair, whose sword moves exuded a domineering aura just like Chen Xuan's.

Chen Xuan slowly raised his hand, his fingertips swirling with a faint Daoist aura, his tone calm and undisturbed: "No rush, let's see what happens next."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the situation on the distant battlefield suddenly reversed.

As the two Celestial Immortals and thirty-two Loose Immortals fully activated the Heavenly Net Flying Needle Array, the black and white Daoist shackles tightened like living things, causing the void to groan under the unbearable pressure.

Zhang Lingyu and Wang Ye gradually lost their strength, their bodies staggering backward, blood spilling from the corners of their mouths, their breaths growing increasingly weak.

As the great formation was about to close, like a giant maw swallowing the sky and completely suppressing the three of them, Jiang Linglong, who had been standing with his hands behind his back and his face upturned, quietly raised a cold smile, and his eyes surged with a ruthless determination that was not commensurate with his age.

"Since you're courting death, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly waved her hands, and with a whoosh, two azure divine swords appeared out of thin air in her palms, their blades swirling with a faint, supreme sword intent.

The moment the sword hilt pointed to the sky, the surrounding void instantly fell silent. All sounds and air currents were forcibly frozen, and thousands upon thousands of azure sword shadows materialized out of thin air, layer upon layer like a peacock spreading its tail. Amidst the shimmering light, the beauty was breathtaking.

The sword shadows are not merely monotonous killing techniques; instead, they are imbued with a dreamlike rhythm. Each sword shadow is as if carved from celestial jade, drawing graceful arcs in the air while concealing terrifying, world-destroying power.

Under the breathtaking swordplay, even the void rippled, as if captivated by the ultimate sword technique and willingly trembled before it.

Jiang Linglong swiftly formed hand seals, creating a sword-finger gesture held between his brows. His clear voice pierced through the desolate void: "Ultimate Sword Technique - Peacock Spreads Its Tail!"

An exquisite sword strike, a breathtaking sword strike...

"My God! What kind of sword prodigy is this!" Dao Yi exclaimed in shock, his eyes filled with astonishment. He had never imagined that a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator could wield swordsmanship to such a level, possessing both breathtaking visual appeal and terrifying power that could crush those of the same level.