My low-key cultivation of immortality was discovered by the emperor in my diary.

The sword light, like the frost of the polar night, covered the entire battlefield, and every inch of space was filled with sword intent.

A look of horror flashed in the eyes of the fat man in the yellow robe. The white jade gourd spun wildly in the air, releasing beams of white light in an attempt to block the surging sword energy.

"This is impossible! How could she be so strong!" The arrogant young man's eyes were filled with disbelief.

His fire dragon spear almost went out of control at that moment, instinctively fearing the sword in her hand.

Fear flashed across his face, the flame on the gun was extinguished instantly, and his confidence was completely shattered.

The man in blue's face also turned extremely ugly.

His Ice Soul Pearl emitted a ghostly blue light, attempting to freeze the approaching sword energy, but the sword energy ignored it and easily tore through his freezing power.

This sword strike was far beyond their expectations!

They originally thought that with their combined strength, dealing with a Nascent Soul cultivator would be a piece of cake.

But now they realize they were terribly wrong.

Just then, the surging demonic energy suddenly stopped flowing.

A slender hand slowly reached out and easily grasped the extremely sharp sword light.

The sword light shattered, turning into specks of light that dissipated.

Si Que's eyes flickered slightly as his gaze fell on the bloodstains on his fingertips, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

That sword strike was powerful enough to wound her.

Chu Lengyu's expression was solemn, her gaze fixed on the black-clad woman who emerged from the demonic energy.

The woman was dressed in black, with an arrogant demeanor and a demonic aura surrounding her, inspiring awe in all who beheld her.

Her strength is even more unfathomable.

Chu Lengyu slowly released the hilt of the sword, allowing the Dudu Sword to hover beside her.

Her hands trembled slightly, and waves of pain emanated from her meridians—the price of overdrawing her strength.

She had just broken through to a higher realm, and her cultivation was not yet stable. It was not advisable for her to force a battle, let alone rashly control a power that far exceeded her limits.

At that moment, she felt her blood surging and her head spinning.

After the attack, the aura of the Lone Sword suddenly plummeted. The brilliance that had previously shone like the sun vanished, and it reverted to being an ordinary fifth-tier spirit sword, with nothing extraordinary about it anymore.

Having witnessed the outcome of the battle, Chu Lengyu had already made up her mind. Without even a moment's hesitation, she made a decisive move, turned around, and fled.

She knew that continuing to fight at this point would be like throwing an egg against a rock, a sure way to her death. Only by preserving her strength could she have a chance of survival.

Si Que, dressed in black, stood at the forefront. Behind him, numerous experts at the Integration and Nascent Soul stages had appeared, hovering in mid-air, their aura soaring and their power overwhelming.

The fat man in the yellow robe and the man in blue robe hid behind Si Que, their faces still showing signs of shock, as if they had not yet recovered from that terrifying sword strike.

If it weren't for Lord Sique's timely intervention, which shattered the earth-shattering sword light, they would likely have suffered severe injuries and lost face at the hands of these people from the lower realm.

At this moment, the arrogant youth's nascent soul also flew back in a panic, his face as pale as paper, and his primordial spirit body appeared somewhat illusory.

He was too close to that fatal sword strike; his physical life force was completely extinguished, and only his primordial spirit managed to escape.

He was filled with fear and disbelief.

A mere Nascent Soul cultivator from the lower realm could unleash such a powerful attack? This was simply beyond his imagination!

You have to understand, the other party just successfully passed the tribulation and advanced to the Nascent Soul stage right under their noses!

Such strength and talent, how could they not inspire fear and trepidation?

Si Que reached out and slowly grasped a longbow as black as night from the void.

Upon seeing this longbow, everyone present involuntarily tensed up. The fat man in the yellow robe and the others subconsciously took a step back, fearing they might be affected by this infamous weapon.

This jet-black longbow was forged from the corpse of a powerful member of the Death Clan.

Every arrow shot meant certain death, without exception.

Si Que held the bow, drawing it slowly and deliberately, his posture like that of a seasoned hunter aiming at his prey in the mountains and forests.

Chu Lengyu's heart pounded wildly, and her spiritual senses kept issuing warnings.

She knew perfectly well that she had been targeted by this powerful enemy.

In this life-or-death moment, she unhesitatingly threw out several Shadow Transformation Talismans. These talismans were ones she had collected, and they could create several identical clones to confuse the enemy.

In an instant, more than a dozen identical streaks of light fled in all directions, attempting to confuse the observers.

However, a very faint smile appeared on Si Que's lips.

No matter how the prey in front of her flees or struggles, the arrow's aim remains firmly fixed on her heart.

The Crucible Death Clan is a very special race. They are most skilled in various forms of torture, especially slow slicing.

Only pain can please the god of plague.

However, Si Que was not enthusiastic about any of this.

She disliked seeing her prey struggling in agony, unable to die.

For her, the most efficient approach was to kill them with a single arrow, giving them a quick and painless end.

She never misses a shot; her arrows never miss their mark.

Ahead, Chu Lengyu's figure was constantly fleeing, holding a small Xuzhou cauldron in her hand, secretly anxious.

The Xuzhou Ding is known as the "Bridge to All Worlds," possessing the ability to traverse countless worlds.

At this moment, she was constantly checking its charging progress, filled with anticipation.

Once the energy is fully charged, she can escape to another world. As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn.

However, at this crucial moment, she seemed to hear a faint sound of an arrow leaving the bowstring.

Si Que released his grip and looked ahead with a leisurely air. The pitch-black arrow was heading straight for Chu Lengyu's back.

At the critical moment, Chu Lengyu only had time to summon the Nine Cauldrons in an attempt to block this fatal blow.

"Thump thump thump!" The remaining eight bronze cauldrons lined up in a row, blocking the arrows, resembling nine stars in a row.

However, the arrow suddenly became ethereal, as if it didn't exist, and passed directly through one bronze cauldron after another, heading straight for Chu Lengyu.

She knew she was in trouble and tried to escape again, but it was too late.

She could only lift the Xuzhou Ding, which contained spatial power and was indestructible. The arrow tip spun continuously on the surface of the bronze ding, constantly colliding and creating tiny sparks and spatial cracks.

Chu Lengyu had just breathed a sigh of relief when, unexpectedly, another sound rang out.

The second arrow, like lightning, cleaved through the first arrow and pierced the defenses of the Xuzhou Cauldron, heading straight for Chu Lengyu's heart.

A sharp pain shot through her chest, as if she were being cut by a thousand sharp blades at once.

Immediately afterwards, starting from the spot where he was hit by the arrow, his skin, meridians, and bones felt as if they were being torn apart by an invisible force.

She let out a short scream, then completely lost consciousness. Everything went black, and she could no longer control her body, falling downwards along with the Xuzhou cauldron.

Si Que lowered the black longbow, a hint of arrogance flashing in his eyes.

For her, there is no enemy that cannot be defeated with one arrow; if there is, then she will simply use another.

She was about to instruct others to collect the body, and warned them to be very careful not to touch her arrows.

As a result, at that moment, a spatial gate suddenly opened behind the figure falling from mid-air, sucking her in completely.

Immediately afterwards, the portal vanished as if it had never existed.

The whole place fell into dead silence.