I long to return home!

In the struggle for the Earth Spirit Artifact, all forces held nothing back, displaying their ultimate techniques. In terms of combat power, only Lei Mengying, who wielded the domineering thunder, could overpower all others. No one could get close to him under the purple lightning. However, in terms of the odds of winning, Zhao Daniu of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect was the one to rely on, especially since he was in the Earth Domain. The dust he stirred up concealed the deadly poison he emitted, and all forces vying for the artifact had to be constantly on guard against the toxins hidden in the dust.

Lei Mengying took a few steps back, her eyebrows slightly furrowed. The endless yellow sand forced her to constantly expend her true energy to guard against the invading toxins. She tugged at her lips, then took a deep breath and formed hand seals, revealing the "Thunderous Wrath Technique," a thunder technique unique to the royal family of the Wuji Empire.

Suddenly, dark clouds filled the sky above the battlefield, thunder roared, and lightning flashed.

"I wield thunder, and my might is enough to awe all things."

As the number eight fell, purple lightning flashed around her, like a group of purple venomous snakes, shattering all the toxins in the sand and dust, forming a line that drove everyone back one by one.

"As expected of royalty, even a Qi Refining stage technique can trigger a celestial phenomenon." Zhao Daniu spat out a mouthful of blood, placing one hand on his chest where he had been struck by the purple lightning. His muscular chest was charred black, like charcoal struck by lightning.

"This woman is pretty, but she's really ruthless." Wang Fan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and glared at Lei Yingdian. If he hadn't conjured a rock at the crucial moment to block most of the lightning strike, he would probably be crippled if not dead.

Lei Mengying glanced around coldly, seeing that everyone was covered in wounds. She walked lightly toward the spiritual weapon, and just as her hand was about to touch it, a long spear came straight at her. The powerful wood spirit energy blocked the impenetrable purple lightning like a city wall, forcing her back.

"Isn't it a bit inappropriate to be in such a hurry to seize the spiritual artifacts of my Ten Thousand Poisons Sect?"

An arrogant and haughty voice came, and Han Sen walked through the air and landed straight on the gun barrel. Unlike before, his form had changed slightly. On his way here, he had made some initial contact with the Jianmu tree. His clothes were decorated with some vines, and a vine crown was wrapped around his forehead, showing his domineering posture.

He crouched on the spear shaft like a cunning fox, his sharp eyes observing the main disciples of each sect. After scanning the area, his gaze fell upon Lei Mengying, whose beauty momentarily captivated him. His eyes lingered on her, seemingly drawn to her allure. After a brief moment of hesitation, his gaze finally shifted from Lei Mengying to Wang Can, who was dressed in the Luoyun Sect's attire. A contemptuous smile played on his lips, as if mocking Wang Can's weakness, before he said, "You are Wang Can?"

"So what if it is?" Wang Can asked, panting, looking at Han Sen with a puzzled expression.

"Zhao Daniu, he doesn't look that strong. He's not even half as good as Xu Tao. You can't handle him?" Han Sen looked Wang Can up and down, then turned to look at Zhao Daniu with some displeasure.

"Not only him, there's another core disciple here," Zhao Daniu quickly explained, afraid of displeasing Han Sen. He then pointed to Li Yunfei, who was scrambling around in the distance.

At this moment, Li Yunfei was terrified. He was flustered and could only throw out a few talismans to bully opponents with lower cultivation levels. He had lost all his previous arrogance.

"Fine, fine, I'm already here, and I have some decent opponents here." Han Sen slowly stood up, looking down at the aloof and arrogant Lei Yingdian. After admiring him once more, he jumped down vertically like an eagle, then drew his gun and pointed it at the latter, saying, "Come, fight me, dare you?"

Lei Mengying blinked her beautiful eyes and looked coldly at Han Sen. His strength was comparable to hers when she was using lightning magic, and he also had a spiritual weapon by his side. A direct confrontation would obviously be at a disadvantage.

"Han Sen, what did you just say about Junior Brother Xu Tao? Answer me!" Wang Can's face turned fierce as he glared at Han Sen.

Upon hearing this, Han Sen's face gradually turned cold. He turned to look at Wang Can and shouted, "Trash, since you want to die first, I'll grant your wish. No one has ever dared to yell at me like that." With that, he moved swiftly and appeared behind Wang Can like a ghost.

Wang Can was stunned. He watched Han Sen disappear from his sight, then felt a chill run down his spine. He subconsciously turned around and saw Han Sen holding a long spear, staring at him with a sinister look, as if he were looking at a dead man.

With a soft thud, the Jianmu spear pierced through his chest like a venomous snake. He looked unwillingly at the spear tip that had pierced his chest, but before he could resist, Han Sen kicked him to the ground. Blood splattered everywhere as the spear was pulled from his body, like blood flowers blooming on Wang Can's body.

Those on the field who witnessed this scene all showed horrified expressions. Han Sen casually wiped the blood off the tip of his spear. He looked expressionlessly at Wang Can, who was lying in the blood-soaked amber, barely clinging to life. His eyes were full of contempt, as if he were looking at an ant that was barely surviving.

"Senior Brother Wang Can! You motherfucker! Everyone, avenge Senior Brother Wang Can!"

The Luo Yun Sect disciples, who had been engaged in the chaotic battle, roared in fury upon seeing this scene. Their eyes burned with rage, and they wished they could tear Han Sen to pieces. Each disciple glared angrily at Han Sen, dropping everything in their hands to attack.

"court death."

Han Sen's gaze was icy as he brandished his spear. As the spear tip pierced the sky, sharp vines sprouted from the battlefield, piercing through the attacking Luo Yun Sect disciples. The vines exploded as they passed through their bodies, shattering their internal organs and leaving them lifeless. Their corpses hung high in the air, a gruesome sight. The cultivators who had been fighting ceased their battles, and seeing this bloody scene, some disciples were so frightened that they crushed their jade slips and fled for their lives.

The disciples of Luoyun Sect, led by Li Yunfei, hid in the back in fear, not daring to move forward even a step.

"Disciples of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, listen to my command! Eliminate the remaining people, leave no one alive!" Han Sen shouted, then looked at Lei Mengying with a fake smile: "Your turn next."

Seeing this, Mo Kun led his soldiers to stand in front of Lei Mengying with expressions of fearlessness, raising his sharp blade at Han Sen: "Today, with your humble servant here, you will never be allowed to touch a single hair on the princess's head."

"Mo Kun, step down. I might not lose." Lei Mengying said calmly. She looked coldly at Han Sen, who treated human life like dirt. Purple lightning flashed in her hand, and she was ready to use a forbidden technique.

"No, Your Highness, it is already a great honor for this humble general to protect you. Today, we absolutely cannot allow this traitor to harm a single hair on your head," Mo Kun said solemnly.

"What a loyal dog! Well then, I'll grant your wish." With that, Han Sen drew his gun and charged.

Just as Mo Kun raised his sword to block, Lei Mengying pulled him away, and a ball of lightning appeared in her hand, which attacked Han Sen.

call!

A powerful sword aura slashed down, dividing the battlefield and leaving deep sword marks on the ground.

Following the sword energy, Xu Tao, wielding the Reverse Cold Sword, strode forward with murderous intent, followed closely by Xue Wu and the others. At this moment, they appeared on the battlefield as if gods had descended to earth, ready to rewrite the course of the battle.