I long to return home!

Upon hearing the telepathic message, Yang Fan was initially startled, then shakily turned to look at Huang Jun. However, after seeing Huang Jun's resolute face, he composed himself and called out:

"Selection of Inner Disciples"

"Round 2, Match 1"

"Dragon Feather, a ninth-level Qi Refining cultivator, versus Xue Wu, a sixth-level Qi Refining cultivator!"

When Yang Fan's words reached the ears of every disciple, they were momentarily convinced that they might have misheard. A ninth-level Qi Refining cultivator beating a sixth-level Qi Refining cultivator, with a third-level cultivator in between—wasn't that like an old man toying with a child, easily crushing him?

Lin Mubai was taken aback. He knew that his disciple could not possibly defeat a ninth-level Qi Refining cultivator. Judging from Long Yu's competitive nature, his disciple was very likely to be seriously injured.

Just as he was about to intervene to stop this unfair match, his gaze swept across the arena and saw Xue Wu standing there upright, while Long Yu stood on the opposite side.

"Master, Master..." Xu Tao staggered over, his hair disheveled, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, clutching his chest.

Lin Mubai quickly helped him up and hurriedly asked what was going on. Xu Tao told Lin Mubai everything about the conspiracy behind the selection and the mastermind behind it.

Lin Mubai coldly stared at Shangguan Tou, who was standing unharmed beside Huang Jun. Just as he was about to call a halt to this unfair competition, Yang Fan's voice swept across the entire arena.

"The competition begins!"

On the field, Xue Wu looked at the guy who was much stronger than him. Although he was terrified, he knew that if he couldn't defeat his opponent, he wouldn't be able to see the Golden Feather Phoenix. He gritted his teeth and made up his mind that he had to win this match.

Suddenly, before Xue Wu could recover, Long Yu had already used his full power to flash in front of Xue Wu, a mocking smile on his lips. "So you're Xu Tao's junior brother, huh? Watch how I cripple you today." With that, he unleashed a punch imbued with flames, but this attack was clearly more ferocious than before, as if he hadn't used his full strength.

Just as Shangguan Tou was telling him to leave, he secretly gave him a pill that could improve his cultivation. So, the one standing in front of Xue Wu was not Long Yu, who was at the ninth level of Qi Refining, but at the tenth level of Qi Refining.

Xue Wu suddenly opened his eyes wide, his expression contorted. He trembled uncontrollably, even breathing was painful. He stood frozen in place, unable to move. Finally, he instinctively stretched out his left hand to shield himself.

boom!

After the punch, smoke rose from the heat in the arena. When the smoke cleared, everyone looked at the arena with horror on their faces. The smooth arena had collapsed, leaving only Long Yu standing upright, while Xue Wu was embedded in the arena.

Xue Wu's body trembled violently, and he involuntarily curled up, biting his lower lip tightly. He painfully gripped his left hand, whose bones had been broken, but he couldn't utter a sound of pain.

Intense pain spread from his left hand throughout his body, as if a million steel needles were piercing every inch of his flesh, engulfing him in endless darkness.

Aside from Huang Jun's slightly wicked smile, all the elders from the various peaks stared in horror at Xue Wu on the field. The broken left hand foreshadowed that his cultivation path might be hindered in the future, and he might never be able to advance in his cultivation.

In an instant, the world changed color, the temperature plummeted, and layers of blizzard poured out. Lin Mubai exuded a cold aura, and the entire Luoyun Sect was rapidly freezing. A pure white sword condensed in his hand, which was Lin Mubai's sword, the immortal sword "Snowfall".

The sword is entirely white, with a light blue hilt, forged from millennia-old ice. The blade is crystal clear and exudes a chilling aura at all times, with faint snowflake patterns spreading across its surface.

The disciples huddled together in the square to keep warm.

Mo Yuchen and the elders of the various peaks realized that Lin Mubai was truly enraged, so they dared not step forward to stop him, nor did they dare to dissuade him.

At this moment, Huang Jun unleashed his late-stage Nascent Soul power, standing shoulder to shoulder with Lin Mubai's chilling aura, and shouted, "Lin Mubai, what do you want to do?"

"This is a competition! Do you intend to commit violence in public?"

Although Huang Jun possesses terrifying strength at the late Nascent Soul stage, Lin Mubai's dual spiritual roots of water and ice, while only at the mid-Nascent Soul stage, exude a chilling aura. Without absolute certainty, Huang Jun dares not say he can defeat Lin Mubai with 100% certainty.

The spirit beast was imprisoned, the eldest disciple was injured, and the junior disciple was crippled. If he could tolerate all of these, it seemed as if each and every one of these things was aimed at him, Lin Mubai. He could tolerate the previous few things, but he could not tolerate the junior disciple being crippled. He had to make a scene at Luoyun Sect today.

Seeing the situation spiraling out of control, Long Yu hurriedly prepared to flee the arena. However, how could a mere Qi Refining cultivator escape from a Nascent Soul cultivator at full power? The arena quickly froze, sealing off all of Long Yu's escape routes.

"Lin Mubai! What exactly do you want?"

"Do you really intend to commit violence on the spot?"

"How dare you, an elder, bully an outer disciple?" Huang Jun roared angrily, his hands forming the "Flame God Technique," which then manifested as a massive flame dharma image in the air.

The Dharma Image was engulfed in flames, its face like a demon, with a huge flaming wheel spinning behind it. This fiery Dharma Image raised its thick arm and swung a palm towards the cage of the frozen dragon feathers.

Instantly, two powerful spiritual energies clashed in mid-air, the aftershocks causing disciples below the Golden Core stage to collapse to the ground, unable to straighten their backs, and the heavens and earth cracked open. The void shattered and the world changed color; this was a battle between Nascent Soul stage experts.

Shangguan Tou barely managed to stand up thanks to the spiritual power within the Blood Dragon Spirit Sword; he hadn't expected this outcome. Apart from Su Yifeng, who was still frozen, all the other peak elders flew to the arena, channeling their spiritual power to form a massive protective shield for their sect disciples, jointly resisting the overwhelming onslaught.

Lin Mubai's face was icy cold, his frosty white hair swaying in the wind. He leaped into the air, holding Xue Luo in his hand, stroking the blade with one hand. Suddenly, the chill intensified, a hint of coldness appearing in the corner of his eye. He then slashed his sword at Long Yu in the center of the stage, saying calmly:

"Snow falls, clear and fluttering, no flowers bloom, only cold remains."

The snowflakes falling from the sky, like goose feathers, instantly scattered and transformed into wisps of cold wind, like sharp daggers, mercilessly tearing apart Huang Jun's fiery avatar. Lin Mubai's sword energy, like a bolt of lightning, cleaved the fiery avatar in two, causing it to dissipate into the air. Huang Jun staggered back a few steps, spitting out a mouthful of blood, glaring angrily at Lin Mubai, and once again formed a hand seal.

In terms of swordsmanship alone, Lin Mubai is undoubtedly the strongest person in the entire Luoyun Sect, but Huang Jun must have some strength to have become the sect leader.

As Huang Jun cast his spell again, the "Blazing Dragon Ascension Technique" resounded like a thunderclap, echoing throughout the heavens and earth. Immediately, a hundred-foot-long fire dragon emerged from the void, baring its fangs and claws, majestic and awe-inspiring. Huang Jun lightly leaped onto the head of the fire dragon, and with hand seals, controlled the dragon's gaping maw, sending it like a cannonball snapping at Lin Mubai.

Lin Mubai stroked the sword again, and an ice phoenix appeared beneath his feet, like an iceberg, chilling to the bone. He rode the ice phoenix like a warrior, fighting against the fire dragon.