If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

Young Master Dapeng looked away.

He stepped back half a step with his left foot—his toes pointing northeast.

The direction was exactly as predicted by Mo Chengyue.

The eight talismans that Mo Chengyue had been holding between the five fingers of his left hand were slightly raised.

His breathing rate was reduced to its limit, and his heartbeat was as steady as the silence before a drumbeat.

The young master of the Great Roc began to turn.

The young master of the Great Roc had just turned ninety degrees—his right foot was raised but hadn't yet touched the ground.

Mo Chengyue swung his left hand out suddenly.

The moment the eight talismans left his hand, the concealment talisman shattered.

But talismans are faster than being exposed.

The six high-level barrier talismans unfolded in a fan shape along the northeast direction, like six transparent giant blades.

A wall of spiritual energy rose up from the ground in the area between ten and sixty feet in front of the young master Dapeng, blocking his only escape route.

The two binding talismans were even more cunning; they didn't fly forward.

Instead, it flew towards the feet of the young master of the Great Roc.

Two intersecting binding patterns formed on the ground beneath his feet, and spiritual energy enveloped his ankles like a swamp.

The moment the young master Dapeng's right foot touched the ground, he stepped into the imprisonment array.

His body stiffened abruptly.

Its golden vertical pupils suddenly contracted, and its head mechanically turned toward the shattered stone statue three hundred feet away.

He saw three people.

A man in black wearing a bronze mask stood at the front, with lingering embers of the talisman's spiritual light still visible between his fingers.

Behind him to his left, a woman in a rose-purple dress was turning the last trace of restraint in her phoenix eyes into pure killing intent.

On the right, a jade-green sword was already drawn from its sheath. The jade-green sword energy was as thin as a cicada's wing, yet so concentrated that it made the air hum.

The young master of the Great Roc's expression underwent three changes in a single breath: bewilderment, recognition, and disbelief.

His mouth opened.

"you--"

"impossible."

Young Master Dapeng stared at Mo Chengyue's mask, his voice distorted with extreme shock.

His demon core circulation was already intermittent, and now it has completely stopped for half a breath.

"You should be dead."

"Ancient lightning tribulation combined with the law of annihilation of relics—"

"That kind of divine punishment—"

"No one can survive."

His gaze shifted to Yu Jianhuan.

The horror in his golden vertical pupils deepened.

"……you."

He recognized the face.

The woman whose chest was pierced by his Shattering Void Claw and whose right arm was severed at the root in the wilderness.

He stood unharmed before me, his phoenix eyes slanted upwards, the beauty mark at the corner of his eye turning crimson from the bloodlust of his murderous intent.

"I will kill you with my own hands."

"I have pierced your heart."

"You can't possibly still be alive!"

Yu Jianhuan did not answer him.

She simply stood there quietly, her rose-purple spiritual energy slowly spreading from the soles of her feet, unfolding along the "moon" position of the Sun, Moon and Man Three Swords Formation.

Her lips twitched slightly, so faintly as to be almost invisible.

But Mo Chengyue caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye—she was smiling.

It's neither coquettish nor ruthless.

It is a kind of extremely restrained joy that has been waited for for so long.

Young Master Dapeng scanned the three of them, trying to assess the situation.

He struggled against the binding array on his feet—the spiritual energy array patterns trembled but did not break. With his remaining demonic power, it would take him at least two or three breaths to break free.

Three breaths.

There's enough time for a lot to happen.

Mo Chengyue did not give the young master of Dapeng a fourth chance.

"Form ranks."

One word was uttered.

The three of them moved at the same time.

Mo Chengyue stepped into the "Human" position, and his true essence surged out from the ancient golden elixir.

The Tai Chi symbol rotated rapidly within the dantian, while the sword intent of the Rain Flower Sword Technique condensed at the fingertips.

Yu Jianhuan stepped into the "Moon" position, and her rose-purple spiritual power transformed into serpentine threads that wove into the flexible framework of the formation.

Su Qingying stepped into the "Sun" position, her Azure Spirit Sword pointing diagonally at the sky, and emerald green sword energy shot out, becoming the core of the formation's sharp edge.

Three distinctly different spiritual energies clashed, intertwined, and resonated among the three.

The moment the Sun, Moon, and Man Three Swords Formation was formed, an aura far exceeding the individual strength of the three was released, and a spiritual pressure no less than that of a half-step Nascent Soul cultivator swept across the entire battlefield.

The young master of the Great Roc's pupils contracted violently.

With the insight of a demon in the Transformation Stage, he immediately judged the level of this formation, which was capable of contending with an existence at the half-step Transformation Stage.

Three Nascent Soul stage ants, after joining forces, unleashed the pressure of a half-step Transformation stage cultivator.

His mind was racing.

Even at his peak, this formation could pose a threat to him.

Now, he has just staked all his trump cards on that one strike, resulting in the destruction of his right arm, the interruption of his demon core's circulation, and damage to his very essence.

His actual combat strength may have dropped to a level lower than that of a half-step Nascent Soul cultivator.

Fear poured down the spine of the young master Dapeng like ice water.

But the terror on his face lasted for less than half a breath before it was replaced by ferocity and madness.

He suddenly roared, his left hand forming a hand seal in front of his chest, forcibly activating the damaged demon core.

Golden-black spiritual energy surged through his body once more, but this was accompanied by several streams of blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, nostrils, and ears.

He is overdrawing his lifespan.

The young master of the Great Roc suddenly unleashed spiritual power from his feet, and the binding array was finally shattered.

He did not choose to run away—his escape route had been blocked by six walls of spiritual energy.

He chose to confront them head-on.

He conjured a golden-black spiritual energy dagger in his left hand and charged towards the formation.

The Sun, Moon, and Man Three Swords Formation was activated.

Su Qingying was the first to draw her sword—the sword energy of the Azure Spirit Sword transformed into three emerald green arcs of light, simultaneously slashing towards the Young Master Dapeng from three angles.

Young Master Dapeng dodged two sword strikes to the side, but the third sword strike grazed his ribs, slicing through his flesh and causing blood to splatter.

Before he could even feel the pain, Yu Jianhuan's rose-purple spiritual threads had already wrapped around his legs like living things.

The spiritual energy threads were not as scattered as when they were used to entangle the demons last time—Yu Jianhuan remembered Mo Chengyue's instructions and focused only on wrapping around her legs and her left hand holding the knife.

The young master of the Great Roc flew into a rage and swung his sword, severing three silk threads. However, more threads came up from different angles, slowing him down.

Mo Chengyue's attack came from the front.

The sword energy of the fifth move of the Rain Flower Sword Technique, "Startling Rain Day," was as condensed as a needle, piercing straight at the face of the young master of the Great Roc.

Young Master Dapeng turned his head to avoid a fatal blow, but the sword energy left a bloody mark on his cheek.

Blood dripped from that once handsome face.

A hint of madness flashed in the eyes of the young master of the Great Roc.

"You think you can kill me like this?"

He roared.

"I am a great demon in the Transformation Stage!"

"You three ants—"

Mo Chengyue's mouth behind his mask opened.

"You can't kill my senior sister."

The roar of the young master Dapeng was abruptly cut off by these words.

"She's alive."

There are many things you can't do.

The battle continued amidst the ruins of the stone statues.

The Sun, Moon, and Human Three Swords Formation, honed through long-term practice in the secret chamber and calibrated in actual combat with the Demon Clan, displayed a breathtakingly efficient teamwork.

Su Qingying is responsible for delivering high-damage, precise slashes.

Yu Jianhuan was responsible for using spiritual energy threads to restrict the mobility and attack frequency of the Great Roc Young Master.

Mo Chengyue took the lead in directing the attack, becoming the core of the formation, while simultaneously using the Rain Flower Sword Technique to fill the gaps in the attack and defense.

The three of them pinned a powerful demon in the Transformation Stage to the center of the battlefield, preventing it from advancing or retreating.

The surrounding broken stone statues shattered one after another in the aftershocks of spiritual energy, and the broken stones flew everywhere like a torrential rain.

The young master of the Great Roc's counterattack became increasingly frantic and chaotic.

His demon core circulation has deteriorated from "intermittent" to "frequently extinguished," with gaps every few breaths where the spiritual light completely disappears.

Faced with this opening, the formation's three attacks always managed to strike precisely.

His body was covered in more and more wounds.

A piece of flesh was sliced ​​off his right shoulder by the Jade Spirit Sword.

The blood groove on his left thigh was cut deep enough to expose the bone by the spiritual energy threads.

Three bloody holes were pierced in his chest by the sword energy of the Rain Flower Sword Technique. Although they did not penetrate through, blood gushed out incessantly.

The young master of the Great Roc's gaze gradually shifted from madness to something even more terrifying—the will to die.

He stopped his attack.

Fresh blood flowed from dozens of wounds all over his body, pooling into dark red puddles at his feet.

He looked at the formation of the three people in front of him, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

That smile made Mo Chengyue's heart sink.