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

Deafening thunder echoed and trembled across the wilderness.

Mo Chengyue stepped onto the Heavenly Dragon Step, his figure transforming into a dazzling stream of light as he forcefully crashed into the ironclad encirclement of the righteous cultivators.

He flicked his fingers repeatedly, and three high-level explosive runes were thrown out in a triangular formation, shattering with a roar at the weakest point of the battle formation.

The violent surge of spiritual energy knocked several front-row cultivators to the ground, tearing a gap several meters wide in the air.

Mo Chengyue landed lightly and gracefully, standing perfectly in the middle of Xie Buci, Qin Wanzhuang, and Wenren Ji.

Qin Wanzhuang paused for a moment as she swung her sword, finally finding the boy.

A hint of surprise flashed across Wenren Ji's eyes beneath his bangs; he clearly hadn't expected to encounter his third senior brother here and have him take the initiative to get involved.

Xie Buci, who was leaning against the air, didn't even lift his eyelids. His dashing and unrestrained face was full of confidence.

"Where did this hothead come from? Since he's so eager to die, then so be it."

The leading righteous swordsman reacted extremely quickly, waving his command flag rapidly as he sneered.

"Tighten the gates for me. None of these demonic prodigies will leave alive today."

The gap that had been torn open closed again in the blink of an eye, and the Four Symbols Spirit Locking Array, composed of fifty Core Formation stage cultivators, began to shrink to its limit.

The countless magical treasures and spells formed a dense net of death, crushing down with the overwhelming spiritual pressure of Mount Tai.

Xie Buci casually tossed the white jade wine cup he was playing with into the air, and with a flick of his wrist, a gilded folding fan appeared.

"After waiting for so long, we at Qingquan Peak now have everything we need."

Xie Buci pointed at the group of righteous cultivators with his folding fan, his clear voice resounding throughout the plain.

"Qingquan Peak belongs to the Azure Dragon, who has returned to his rightful place."

The moment those words were spoken, Xie Buci's languid demeanor vanished, and a surge of powerful azure true energy erupted into the sky.

Without uttering any unnecessary words, Qin Wanzhuang's slender sword emitted a phoenix cry that pierced through the clouds and shattered rocks.

"The Vermilion Bird returns to its place."

The domineering blazing sun sword energy transformed into a firebird that soared into the sky, firmly guarding the south.

Wenren Ji held the ancient sword, which was taller than himself, and his slender body emitted endless, deathly black sword light.

"The White Tiger returns to its place."

The sword intent of annihilation transformed into a white tiger phantom, firmly pinning down the western array's core.

Mo Chengyue swiftly formed hand seals and slammed his palms heavily onto the ground beneath his feet.

"The Black Tortoise has returned to its place."

Thick, dark gold Xuanwu runes spread out in a spiderweb pattern, and four completely different yet related spiritual energies perfectly converged in mid-air.

The legendary Four Saints' Ultimate Killing Formation instantly took shape, and the powerful barrier transformed into an unshakeable glass wall.

The first wave of concentrated fire from fifty righteous cultivators was completely deflected back by this barrier.

Two passerby disciples who were hiding in a corner and struggling to hold on were stunned by the overwhelming pressure of the formation.

"Good heavens, when did our Qingquan Peak get such a bizarre formation?"

"Stop talking nonsense and back off! If we get involved in this kind of battle between gods, we'll die."

The two passerby disciples retreated repeatedly, trembling at the edge of the battlefield as if watching gods fight.

"This is impossible. How could four mere demonic cultivators withstand the attack of our fifty-person battle formation?"

The leader of the righteous path turned ashen-faced, a sense of impending danger creeping into his heart.

"Everyone, listen up! Burn your life essence and focus your fire on that defensive array core! Blow it up!"

Fifty righteous cultivators simultaneously bit their tongues, injecting even more violent spiritual power into the magical artifact.

A torrent of spiritual energy, several times stronger than before, slammed into Mo Chengyue, who represented the position of Xuanwu.

Facing concentrated fire powerful enough to crush mountains, Mo Chengyue stood at the eye of the Xuanwu formation without retreating a single step.

A shrewd glint appeared in his eyes as he secretly reversed the Yin-Yang Virtue Harmony Scripture to its extreme.

"You've come at the perfect time. I was just worried that my mid-stage Golden Core realm wasn't stable enough."

His body transformed into a bottomless vortex of spiritual energy, welcoming the raging, boundless energy.

The spiritual energy that struck the Xuanwu Light Shield not only failed to shatter the defense, but was instead completely absorbed and purified by him.

This immense spiritual energy flowed along the array's loop, continuously feeding back to Qin Wanzhuang and Xie Buci, who were the main attackers.

With the enhancement of Mo Chengyue's "Eat-All-Out" technique, the Four Saints' Ultimate Killing Formation directly transformed into a tireless perpetual motion machine.

"The spiritual energy these idiots sent is really powerful. Second Senior Sister, feel free to unleash your attacks."

Mo Chengyue grinned, loudly mocking the righteous elites opposite him as he circulated his cultivation technique.

"In that case, let them see what it truly means to burn the heavens and boil the seas."

Qin Wanzhuang felt the surging true energy within her body and unleashed a Heaven-Burning Sword Qi with power nearly equivalent to that of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

The righteous cultivators on the periphery were horrified to find that their attacks were like a stone thrown into the sea.

"Retreat quickly! This formation is too evil; we'll be worn down to death."

Their resolve began to falter uncontrollably, and some were already considering retreating.

Just as the righteous battle formation was about to collapse, four terrifying high-level pressures erupted from behind the hills on the outer edge of the battlefield.

Yu Jianhuan swayed as she walked out, and the pink Yuanqing Huanxin Charm Light burrowed into the consciousness of the cultivators in the back row of the righteous path like a venomous snake.

"How could such a lively scene be complete without us sisters?"

Su Qingying merged with her sword, and the emerald green sword light severed the right arms of three cultivators who were forming an array.

"None of you hypocrites will escape today."

Jin Qiaoqiao's seven-colored tuft of hair stood up, and the spiritual oppression of the Peacock Royal Family pressed down on everyone's heads like a mountain.

"Anyone who dares to touch those under my protection will pay the price."

Lin Miaoyin, holding a pipa, used the sound waves of the Heavenly Demon Dance to transform into invisible blades, severing the spiritual energy transmission hub between the righteous formations.

"Do you think you bunch of trash can gang up on the disciples of the Hehuan Sect?"

The four exceptional female cultivators ruthlessly tore apart the enemy's retreat route from the outside.

Outside, there was a deadly blockade by four women; inside, there was a perpetual motion machine-like Four Saints Formation to strangle them.

The Four Symbols Spirit Locking Array, which the righteous path was so proud of, was completely torn apart, and the situation on the plains was completely reversed.

Qin Wanzhuang's Blazing Sun Sword Qi and Wenren Ji's Annihilation Sword Intent swept wildly through the righteous crowd who had lost their defenses.

The situation of fifty surrounding four turned into a bloody one-sided massacre in just over ten breaths.

The remaining demons and remnant puppets present felt this oppressive force and wanted to escape.

Lin Miaoyin's sonic waves and Xie Buci's peach blossom miasma trapped them all in place, killing them instantly.

When the last righteous cultivator was pierced through the throat by Su Qingying's Azure Spirit Sword, the sounds of battle on the plain finally came to an end.

The thick fog was filled with the pungent smell of blood, and neither righteous prodigies nor demon puppets escaped unscathed.

The two junior disciples who had been huddled in the back were now more energetic than anyone else.

"We've struck it rich! Senior Brother, this deal was incredibly worthwhile!"

"Hurry up, that gold-rimmed storage bag is mine."

They moved with remarkable skill and obsequiousness through the wreckage, picking up storage bags with lightning speed.

On one side, the supreme geniuses were clearing the field with deadly force; on the other side, ordinary disciples were looting corpses with effortless grace.

This creates a striking and absurd battlefield ecological landscape.

Only ten people from Mo Chengyue's side remained standing on the vast plain.