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

The moment the magical power surged in, a sudden gust of wind whipped up the clothes of the three behind them, and the sword's hum rang out like a dragon's roar, shaking the heavens.

Three towering phantoms, each a thousand feet tall, stood upright in the void. Their faces were blurred, but their eyes and brows were as arrogant as swords, clearly three parts of Chen Xuan's divine essence!

"Hahaha! You still want to bully the weak?" Jiang Linglong raised her head and shouted, her voice clear as a bell, "Today I will bring out my master's Dharma image and see if he will let you bully him!"

"Senior brother, make your move! Kill them!"

Wang Ye and Zhang Lingyu instantly poured all their remaining magical power into the illusory figures behind them. The three illusory figures of Chen Xuan raised their hands and gripped their swords, pointing them towards the sky.

With a whoosh, three extremely refined azure sword beams tore through the void, carrying a world-destroying sword aura, and slashed towards Xia Jiuyou and Han Jiuling from afar.

However, upon seeing this scene, Xia Jiuyou and Han Jiuling were not afraid at all. Instead, they smiled at each other and whispered to each other.

"So their arrogance is all thanks to the Dao talismans bestowed by Chen Xuan?" A hint of amusement flashed in Xia Jiuyou's eyes as he gently twirled his fingertips.

Han Jiuling was extremely relaxed, pointing his dragon spear diagonally at the void: "Although this talisman is sharp and powerful, it can only deal with enemies below the True Immortal level. How could the two of us be suppressed by this little talisman?"

As expected, the moment the three sword beams struck, the two transformed into two streaks of light that pierced through the void. Their figures were as agile as swallows, and they nimbly bypassed the attacks, appearing almost instantly in front of Jiang Linglong, Wang Ye, and Zhang Lingyu.

Han Jiuling sneered and gestured with both hands towards Zhang Lingyu, whose face was filled with shock.

Whoosh! A massive handprint that blotted out the sky materialized out of thin air, instantly transforming into five golden ropes that coiled around Zhang Lingyu like serpents, binding her tightly and rendering her unable to move.

Xia Jiuyou was even more direct. With a wave of her hand, her sleeves fluttered and transformed into a sky full of white silk, which fell like a net, instantly binding Jiang Linglong and Wang Ye tightly.

The magical power flowing through the silk fabric directly cut off the possibility for the two of them to circulate their magical power.

The main body lost its ability to move, the continuous supply of magic power was forcibly interrupted, and the three Chen Xuan illusory figures behind it also shattered like bubbles, turning into specks of golden light and dissipating into the void.

This is the combat experience of a Saint-level being, and the foundation for instantaneous responses.

This scene unfolded so swiftly and ruthlessly that Jiang Linglong, Wang Ye, and Zhang Lingyu were captured alive with almost no chance to resist.

"Youngsters, how dare you be so insolent in front of us?" Han Jiuling looked down at him, his tone tinged with impatience, the tip of his dragon spear gleaming coldly. "If it weren't for the fact that you are merely juniors at the Nascent Soul Realm, I would have made you suffer today!"

Jiang Linglong stubbornly raised her head, snorted, and her phoenix eyes were full of defiance: "You dare to attack us? Just wait! When my master finds out about this, he will definitely not let you off!"

Seeing this, Xia Jiuyou lightly tapped Jiang Linglong's little ear with her fingertip, her eyes sparkling with amusement: "Your master?"

She chuckled lightly, her tone slightly teasing, "If your master dares to show himself, I'll beat him to a pulp! Tell me, who exactly is your master?"

"I don't know!" Jiang Linglong's face flushed red, she gritted her teeth and argued, refusing to admit anything.

At this moment, Han Jiuling also became interested. He pressed the dragon spear against Zhang Lingyu's neck, the chilling aura of the spear tip almost piercing his skin, and threateningly smiled at Jiang Linglong:

"Oh? It seems you won't tell the truth unless I teach you a lesson."

His tone was playful, but his eyes held a hint of pressure. "Tell me, who exactly is your master? If you don't, I'll kill him!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Ye, Zhang Lingyu, and Jiang Linglong all turned pale and their bodies trembled slightly.

The three of them exchanged a glance, their determination unwavering, and remained clenched in their teeth, refusing to utter a single word.

"Good lad, you've got guts." Han Jiuling raised an eyebrow in admiration, but his dragon spear moved even closer, the tip of the spear already touching Zhang Lingyu's neck, leaving a shallow mark.

Zhang Lingyu's face was ashen, and as she stared at the spear tip gleaming coldly against her neck, her heart clenched, yet she remained resolute, her voice trembling slightly but unwavering:

"Do as you please, but there's no way you'll get any information about our master out of us!"

Upon seeing this, a hint of admiration flashed in Xia Jiuyou and Han Jiuling's eyes—their disciple was so principled and unyielding, Chen Xuan's training was indeed extraordinary.

"Hmph, if that's the case, take them back to the sect and await their fate." Han Jiuling, no longer wanting to tease the three juniors, picked up Wang Ye and Zhang Lingyu with one hand as if they were chicks, and flew away into the distance.

Afterwards, Xia Jiuyou remained where he was, his gaze sweeping over the surrounding cultivators, his voice as cold as an icy spring: "Phoenix City no longer exists, but it is not something you can touch."

Her celestial aura spread out, like an invisible giant wave sweeping across the land. "If there's nothing else, leave quickly, or don't blame me for being impolite."

She said this with a calm expression, as if she were simply stating a trivial matter.

But as soon as he finished speaking, the sect elders and spies from the Holy City who were watching all felt as if they had been granted a pardon. They bowed and paid their respects, not daring to utter a word. Then they turned into streaks of light and fled in a hurry, fearing that if they were a step too slow, they would suffer a terrible disaster.