All beasts submit, and the peerless imperial princess is about to defy the heavens!

Therefore, these people are fully capable of making their mark when they go up there.

The 285 people looked around warily and nervously, fearing that they would be ambushed, and also looking for an opportunity to ambush others.

However, unsure of the opponent's strength, they dared not make a move rashly.

The stalemate can only continue like this.

The Third Elder frowned. "The competition must not result in death. Anyone who leaves the arena will be eliminated. Anyone who does not make a move within three counts will also be eliminated."

"one."

"two."

As soon as the word "two" was uttered, everyone immediately took action, and sparks flew everywhere.

A shield and weapon with a gold-elemental root.

The vines and branches of the Wood Spirit Root.

Water dragon and water curtain of water spirit root.

Fire Dragon and Fire Rain of Fire Root.

Earth spirit root soil clods, mountain rocks.

There were also crackling sword blossoms, burgeoning spiritual energy, sparks flying from talismans, and even poison pills shrouded in black smoke, as well as formations that restricted people's movements.

They all crashed down on the people around them.

There was even a person wielding an alchemy furnace, wreaking havoc inside; no one could get close within two meters.

Feng Ning looked at the commotion around her speechlessly and silently built an ice wall around herself.

When everyone attacked together, the fluctuations in spiritual energy were quite significant. Many people were injured by the sudden attack and rushed out of the arena.

Of course, the metal and earth types benefit the most because their defense is high enough that they hardly take any damage.

The wood-type and Feng Ning, a mutated ice-type, also barely managed to escape.

What followed was a real battle.

The ice wall that Feng Ning had just created had also attracted the attention of several people.

Everyone knew, of course, that Feng Ning was the only ice-type cultivator in the entire Tianxuan Sect.

Moreover, their strength is only at the early stage of the Golden Core realm. If they can take someone down, they will have another chance to obtain a spot.

Many people rushed towards her.

Feng Ning calmly grasped the divine technique. Besides its extreme speed, the divine technique had another advantage that she was most satisfied with.

It is perfectly compatible with her ice spirit root.

Four early-stage Golden Core cultivators and one mid-stage Golden Core cultivator surrounded her.

"Her strength has just recovered, and she has only just broken through to the Golden Core stage. She is nothing to fear. Let's join forces and take her down first."

"Everyone attack together. Her strongest skill is just flying sword technique, nothing special."

"Exactly, she only has one sword right now, what's there to be afraid of?"

Seeing how expectant they were, Feng Ning really wanted to grant their wish.

However, her most important task right now is to improve her combat strength and stabilize her realm. A fight would be much more satisfying.

Holding divine power in her hand, she looked at them calmly and said, "You may have forgotten something."

"what?"

"I am a sword cultivator, and the number of swords I possess does not affect my strength."

She still used Nian Zhao's signature move, making a beautiful sword flourish.

Zhu Kangle's lips twitched as he watched. "You teach your apprentice these fancy moves? Look at what that girl taught you, it's exactly the same as yours!"

Nian Zhao raised his chin, his face full of pride, "What? Are you envious? My apprentice's movements just now were so smooth and cool, he really inherited my skills!"

He started praising it again, beaming with pride.

Zhu Kangle was so angry that he didn't want to talk to him and turned his attention to the battle stage.

At this moment, Feng Ning's aura had changed, becoming fierce and cold.

A chill emanated from beneath my feet and spread outwards.

The five of them immediately realized what was happening.

"Back off!"

"Back off! Back off!"

Feng Ning's lips curled into a wicked smile, "The Extreme Cold Domain."

Before they could even retreat far, they found their feet frozen in place.

The freezing was incredibly fast; in the blink of an eye, it had frozen from my feet up to my knees.

Feng Ning stood rooted to the spot, her hands supporting her sword, like an old woman leaning on a cane.

Relaxed yet calm.

"Oh no, it's frozen! How are we supposed to fight now?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the five people were frozen into ice sculptures, their entire bodies encased in ice, and even the air was cut off.

She seemed troubled, then sighed and said, "Never mind, you can all go down. I'll find a few more capable fighters."

Then, with a gentle push using his spiritual power, the ice sculpture slid down the battle platform.

Some were slow to react, and two of them were knocked off their seats.

Everyone was stunned.

"Can this still happen?"

Feng Ning glanced at the stares coming from around her and grinned. "They were just careless."

The crowd remained silent, but each took two steps back, unwilling to fight her.

One mistake is understandable, two mistakes are also understandable.

However, four early-stage Golden Core cultivators and one mid-stage Golden Core cultivator were all careless, and they didn't understand!

Her ice technique was quite bizarre; although it was a sneak attack, she was able to control five people at the same time, which surprised them.

Seeing that no one was coming up to her, Feng Ning couldn't just stand there, so she rushed into the crowd.

Against someone in the early stages of the Golden Core realm, there's almost no suspense.

In the mid-to-late game, the weaker players were defeated, while the stronger players could achieve a draw.

Therefore, she set her sights on the middle stage.

While everyone was trying to defeat their opponents, two people were fighting fiercely, oblivious to everyone else around them.

It seemed that only the two of them remained in the arena.

Completely disregarding the people around them, the two of them went berserk.

These two were Feng Ning and another disciple at the Golden Core stage.

This person practices with a knife, and his knife skills are superb.

Feng Ning had rarely encountered such a strong opponent, and his eyes gleamed with excitement.

Neither of them noticed that the arena had fallen silent and everyone else had stopped fighting.

They will continue to fight together.

The man opposite her, in the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm, looked at her with excitement. "You really just entered the Golden Core realm?"

"Yes, isn't it obvious?" She swung her sword again.

"Not very obvious. I've never seen a Golden Core Stage 1 cultivator as strong as you. You're much stronger than those mediocre ones." He also swung his sword at you.

As they spoke, they exchanged dozens of moves.

Seeing that the two were fighting endlessly and even starting to chat, the Second Elder Ning Yao turned around and glared at Zhu Kangle and Nian Zhao.

"Why aren't you calling those two troublemakers back here right now?"

Seeing that both of them looked disapproving, Ning Yao asked coolly, "You want me to do it myself?"

Nian Zhao immediately straightened up. "Ning'er, stop. The competition is over."

Zhu Kangle also said, "Xue Feng, come back."

Upon hearing their master's words, the two men on the field immediately stopped fighting.

Xue Feng looked at Feng Ning with a puzzled expression, "You are Fourth Uncle's disciple, named Feng Ning?"

"Senior Brother Xue Feng."