Sweeping across the heavens, starting with the first emperor of the ancient times.

"Look at the two of you, so pathetic."

Feng Xi stood to the side, hands on her hips, looking at the greedy Taoist priest and the dog, shaking her head helplessly, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up.

"Divide the spoils! Divide the spoils!"

The trio were engrossed in counting their money, completely oblivious to the complex looks they were getting from those around them.

In the Lesser Immortal Realm camp, Ziyun and Qingfeng sat in a corner healing their injuries, neither of them looking too well.

The other prodigies remained silent, each pondering: Are the prodigies of the Origin Realm really that strong? Do we still have a chance?

At this moment, Black Emperor raised his head from the pile of Originium, his dog eyes darting around:

"The Little Immortal Realm will definitely be dissatisfied with the loss in the one-on-one duel. Next, they will demand a free-for-all. We will then set the odds for the free-for-all higher to attract more people to bet on the Little Immortal Realm."

Feng Xi looked at it warily: "What mischief are you planning now?"

Black Emperor chuckled: "No evil deeds, just... spreading some word. There's a guy named Li Tianxing in the Lesser Immortal Realm, supposedly a reclusive master. We'll spread some rumors that Li Tianxing can take on three people by himself, and the Origin Realm might be in trouble..."

Wu Liang immediately understood: "I'll go spread the word right away."

Feng Xi watched the two of them singing in unison, shook her head and sighed, but gripped the source stones in her hand even tighter.

Sure enough, after a while, Chi Yan stood up and looked at the Origin Realm camp: "We're no match for them in a one-on-one fight. How about a free-for-all?"

In the Origin Realm camp, Taiyuanzi, Golden Heavenly Maiden, Long Zhan, Yao Ye, Qiongqizi, and Ji Chen exchanged glances and stepped forward at the same time.

"We'll play along."

In the Lesser Immortal Realm, there are Ziyun, Qingfeng, Chiyan, Lingfeng, and Yaoxing.

Li Tianxing emerged from the shadows, removed his hood, revealing a young face covered in scars.

His eyes were cold and calm, like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath.

He didn't speak, he just nodded.

On the training ground, twelve people stood facing each other, the atmosphere extremely tense.

On the west side of the stands, the cultivators from the Lesser Immortal Realm clenched their fists.

"A chaotic battle is our last hope. We've heard that Li Tianxing is a reclusive master, and with our good teamwork, we have a chance."

"That's right. Those people from the Origin Realm are fighting individually, while we've been cooperating for years. With Li Tianxing on our side, we might not necessarily lose!"

On the east side of the stands, the cultivators from the Origin Realm were also somewhat worried.

"Six against six, that Li Tianxing from the Little Immortal Realm doesn't seem simple..."

"What's there to be afraid of? We're overwhelmingly stronger! Long Zhan can take on three of us by himself!"

"Take a look."

On the training ground, Lingfeng made the first move.

He held the pipa in his arms, his ten fingers flying across the sky, producing a resounding sound like a thousand horses galloping, or iron cavalry tearing through the air.

Golden notes exploded from the strings, transforming into countless golden blades that rained down on the six people from the Origin Realm.

Each of those blades was extremely sharp, leaving behind fine black cracks in the air—marks of the void being torn apart.

The art of sonic killing is invisible and intangible, making it the most difficult to defend against.

At the same time, Yao Xing threw the pagoda in his hand into the air.

The pagoda grew taller in the wind, instantly transforming into a towering structure hundreds of feet high. Its seven-story body burst forth with seven colors of light: red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple, as if seven suns were rising simultaneously.

The sealing power surged out like a tide, solidifying the void and making the air as heavy as lead, intending to freeze the six people from the Origin Realm in place.

Qingfeng and Chiyan stood on the left and right, poised to strike, their swords flashing and flames swirling around them.

Li Tianxing stood in the center, observing coldly, waiting for an opportunity to act.

The cooperation between the immortals was seamless.

Taiyuanzi and the others felt their bodies being suppressed by the sealing power, their movements becoming sluggish, as if they were sinking into a quagmire.

The golden sonic blade had already flown in front of him, its chilling light piercing to the bone, leaving him no way to avoid it.

"Interesting." Yao Ye's lips curled into a smile, his eyes gleaming.

He raised his hand and waved it, and the demonic energy around him erupted like a volcano, surging up and transforming into countless black dragons that circled and roared around the six people.

The dragons opened their blood-red maws, devouring the sonic-killing blades. The crunching sounds of chewing filled the air, actually neutralizing most of Ling Feng's attack.

Lingfeng's expression changed slightly, and his fingers plucked the strings faster, the notes pouring down like a torrential rain.

Qiongqizi was even more ferocious. His fierce aura surged, like an ancient beast awakening. He actually took the initiative to break out of Yaoye's defensive circle and charged towards the sound-killing blade.

He opened his mouth wide, and a terrifying suction force surged out of it, like a black hole swallowing everything.

He swallowed those golden sonic blades whole, and Lingfeng's pipa music instantly became chaotic, the strings buzzing and almost snapping.

Lingfeng's expression changed drastically: "He...he ate my Sound Killer?"

Qiongqizi swallowed the sonic weapon, let out a burp, grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth: "Any more? Give me some more!"

That smile was ferocious and arrogant.

Yao Xing gritted his teeth and activated the pagoda. The seven-colored divine light surged, and the sealing power was strengthened once again, causing the void to creak and groan under the pressure.

But Long Zhan snorted coldly, his true dragon bloodline erupted, and a vast dragon might surged out from his body, like ten thousand dragons roaring in unison, directly shattering the sealing power.

The pagoda that shook the stars trembled violently, and cracks appeared in its body.

"Is that all the strength you have?" Long Zhan threw a punch, the fist imprint resembling a golden dragon, which slammed into the pagoda.

With a loud bang, the pagoda was sent flying backward, and Yao Xing coughed up blood, staggering back more than ten steps, his face deathly pale.

The Golden Goddess opened the Golden Treasury, and a golden void appeared behind her. Countless golden weapons flew out from it, including swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, and forks, each radiating destructive light.

With a flick of her wrist, weapons rained down like a storm, heading straight for Qingfeng and Chiyan.

Qingfeng swung his sword to block, the sword light like a curtain, but the force of the blow caused his tiger's mouth to split open.

Chi Yan retaliated with a sea of ​​fire, the flames soaring to the sky, but were pierced by the golden weapon, forcing the two to retreat repeatedly, their bodies covered in blood.

Just then, Li Tian made his move.

His speed was astonishing, his figure was like a ghost, leaving countless afterimages in the void, as if a dozen Li Tianxings were moving at the same time.

Instead of seeking out Taiyuanzi or Longzhan, he directly attacked Yaoye and Qiongqizi, intending to fight them both alone and hold off the two combatants from the Origin Realm.

Yao Ye sneered, "You're courting death."

He raised his hand and waved, his divine power transforming into two azure dragons that roared and pounced on Li Tianxing.

Qiongqizi also made his move at the same time, his ferocious aura transforming into a giant black claw that grabbed at Li Tianxing's chest, the claw's wind tearing through the void.

Li Tianxing neither dodged nor evaded, but instead unleashed both fists simultaneously, the fist imprints resembling black meteors, directly meeting the attacks of the two men.

boom!

A surge of air forced Li Tianxing back several hundred feet, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. But he did not fall; instead, he charged forward again.

Yao Ye and Qiong Qizi's expressions changed slightly. "Is this guy out of his mind...? Isn't he afraid of dying?"

Li Tianxing's boxing style was ruthless, with every move aimed at vital points; it was a completely reckless fighting style.

His eyes were bloodshot, like a madman, and he would rather take a punch himself than not get a punch back.

Although Yao Ye and Qiong Qi Zi were powerful, they were also at a loss when faced with such a desperate opponent.

Ji Chen, facing the combined attacks of Ling Feng and Yao Xing, maintained a smile throughout.

Wounds kept appearing on his body, cut open by the sonic blade, blood splattering everywhere, but those wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if he had never been hurt.