The Great Melee!

At the mountaintop, mist and rain lingered, as if the world were shrouded in a thin veil.

Fine rain fell silently, mingling with the thin mist in the mountains, making the entire mountaintop appear hazy and mysterious.

In this tranquil atmosphere, the figures of these thirty-six cultivators stood still, like ghosts in the misty rain.

A damp, chilly wind, mixed with the rustling sound of raindrops hitting the leaves, added to the somber atmosphere.

Each face was etched with coldness, their eyes flashing with vigilance and hostility. Their breathing was steady and concealed, and the swords in their hands gleamed with a cold light; no one knew who they would be pointed at.

Therefore, no one rushed to the sacred altar that bore the Three Yuan Purple Gold; instead, they all stayed put and waited for their chance.

Because standing out from the crowd means exposing your back to more people.

Suddenly, a low shout broke the stalemate!

"Don't move!"

The sound was like thunder, reverberating through the mist and rain on the mountaintop, instantly shattering the heavy silence.

The gazes of the group of cultivators turned in unison to the source of the sound, where stood a hunched-over man with a stern face.

At his command, he moved like a swallow, instantly rushing towards the center of the altar.

Many people looked surprised, because everyone noticed that he had taken the lead, but no one was able to react!

His command, "Don't move," was like a divine decree, and it actually made all thirty-five people present obey!

Sound-Word Dao Body!

You Su immediately thought of this special physique!

Wu Cheng possesses the Sound-Word Dao Body, enabling him to unleash two Technique Method simultaneously, and the power of these Technique Method far surpasses that of ordinary people.

This unknown male cultivator was able to subdue the thirty-five strongest cultivators of the same realm in this era. Even You Su was momentarily stunned when he heard that voice. With this one skill alone, this person can be considered an unparalleled genius.

Fortunately, this person was only at the Water Condensation Perfection, and since he needed to freeze the entire area, he could only freeze the area for a single breath.

In just that short time, the male cultivator had already reached a point where he was two-thirds of the way from the Three Yuan Purple Gold, making him the leader in terms of progress.

His appearance broke the stalemate between them, and most of the people started to move as well.

"Being the first to stick your neck out isn't so easy!"

A hot-tempered man, riding on golden light, roared and immediately spurred his horse at top speed to catch up.

For these prodigies, the restrictions on the first third of the altar were of no use in slowing them down.

Once you've covered about a third of the distance, the barrier will start to create a noticeable barrier. This means that no matter how fast you rush, it's easy for someone behind you to catch up.

The hunchbacked male cultivator who was leading the charge could no longer continue as he had to turn around and use his magic to drive away the pursuers.

You Su's guess was indeed correct; he really was a rare Sound-Word Dao Body!

Two Technique Method, one of ice and one of fire, condensed in his left and right hands respectively. Then, he actually joined his palms together, forcibly fusing the two repulsive elements together, turning them into a ball of light that caused spatial fluctuations and smashed behind him.

"Damn it! They've even got a combination of ice and fire now!"

This person truly deserves to be called a reclusive genius; this move was indeed terrifying and incredibly powerful. However, none of the people present were ordinary individuals either.

Among the relentless pursuers, one of them immediately waved his hand, and a jet-black leather wine sac was thrown into the air, instantly inflating several times its original size. This powerful projectile, combining ice and fire, was actually absorbed into the wine sac without even splashing a drop of water!

"That Venerable Fang Xiu Wine Pouch Rice Bag!"

Someone recognized the origin of this Law Treasure and roared angrily:

"This is cheating!"

This Wine Pouch Rice Bag is a treasure used by Venerable Fang Xiu to store wine. Unlike the Third Elder's gourd used for superstitious purposes, this wine pouch truly has its own unique space, and the wine inside can last for three years without needing to be replenished.

Venerable Fang Xiu often used it to defend against enemies. The enemy's moves would be absorbed into the wine sac and turned into ingredients for his wine, giving his enemies a sense of powerlessness, like punching cotton while being praised for their own good.

Some even speculate that it is the Destiny Item of Venerable Fang Xiu. Back then, Venerable Fang Xiu Comprehending the Dao in a pool of wine, and then he refined that pool into Wine Pouch Rice Bag that he carried with him.

Such Law Treasure that can absorb attacks indiscriminately is absolutely a cheat-level Law Treasure in battles below the Feather Transformation level, so it's no wonder that person called it cheating.

However, no one expected that Venerable Fang Xiu would be willing to lend such Law Treasure to his disciple to bring into the island. If the disciple entrusted by him were to perish prematurely, it would be an irreparable disaster for Venerable Fang Xiu.

The appearance of this heaven-defying Law Treasure has also drawn a lot of attention to the disciple of Venerable Fang Xiu. The figure of the Sound-Word Dao Body is already close at hand, so the next target of concentrated fire is likely to be Venerable Fang Xiu's disciple who possesses the heaven-defying Law Treasure.

As more and more people began to charge, the drizzle finally intensified. Large raindrops pounded on the ground with a rapid, pattering sound, like a natural war drum, urging the people on the battlefield to become even more frenzied.

The scene quickly descended into chaos, with screams and curses filling the air, and the rainwater already stained with crimson blood.

But some people remained unmoved, standing still and showing no regard for the bloody struggle before them.

Some people were already uninterested, seemingly too frightened by the barbaric and violent scene before them to move.

Many others, like You Su, were confident they could catch up to the front and choose to sit back and watch the tigers fight, letting these people wear each other down.

The battle intensified, and Zi Xun and Si Han, guarded by a group of people, anxiously observed the fighting on the battlefield.

"Waaah! Don't hit me! I want to go home!"

On the battlefield, a delicate little girl suddenly crouched down, covered her head, and began to sob, as if she were about to tear the teleportation talisman in her hand to pieces.

Upon seeing this Si Han and Zi Xun immediately tensed up, feeling a sense of shared misfortune. It turned out that there were also people on the battlefield who were not in control of their own destiny. They could only lament that while the other side still had a way to retreat, the two of them had no way to retreat.

But the next moment, they stared in astonishment, their beautiful eyes widening.

Suddenly, the delicate and beautiful girl's eyes turned ruthless, and she thrust a golden pestle from her palm straight at someone's back.

It turned out that her tearing of the talisman and sobbing were all an act; her pitiful appearance was a facade. The cultivator behind her had intended to let her go and had already turned to leave, but because of his unwillingness to kill her outright, he was killed by this little girl's act. He died without even taking out his teleportation talisman.

Zi Xun's lips parted slightly, momentarily speechless and at a loss for words.

Yes... having come this far, who would be willing to stop here? If they were afraid to run away, they wouldn't have even made it to the top of this mountain.

That's fortuitous opportunity that can change anyone's life, allowing them to rise to great heights and become the best of the best!

An immense fortuitous opportunity gave rise to immense desires. Only now did Zi Xun fully realize that what she contained in her Universe Bag could be either a key to open the path to heaven or a magic box that could turn people into evil spirits.

The fighting on the battlefield continues!

The collapsed corpses lay scattered on the ground, becoming stepping stones for those who followed. The original force of thirty-six had been reduced to only twenty-three after the chaotic battle, but still no one could break through half the distance.

Fortunately, the twenty-three men also stopped, because the next half of their operation was severely hampered, and continuing forward was extremely difficult. They seemed determined to decide the outcome in this middle section.

The remaining twenty-three people quickly split into factions after the battle. It turned out that many of them were not acting to rush to the center of the altar as fast as possible, but to find partners.

Rather than one person recklessly charging forward and becoming a sitting duck for everyone else, it is clearly more likely to break through the barriers and reach the destination by traveling together and resisting external interference.

This individual melee inevitably escalated into a second phase: a battle between groups.

There are a total of six major forces in the arena. The five continents each have one force, there is another force formed by various Rogue Person, and of course, there are also some lone wolves.

Ji Xueruo mingled behind the Demon Race's prodigies, never rushing to make a move, but instead focusing on protecting herself while trying to keep up with the main group.

She looked around and searched for a long time before finally finding You Su, only to discover that this blind man was always at the bottom of everyone else's social circle.

She cursed inwardly, thinking that the blind man was a pervert who liked to stare at everyone's buttocks.

In reality, she knew this was You Su's strategy, deliberately reducing his own presence so that the label of being in the Water Condensing Lower Realm would stick more firmly, allowing him to steal the opportunity more unexpectedly.

This is a very reasonable strategy, but it also requires sufficient confidence in one's own abilities.

Despite her pride, she still chose to follow the crowd, leveraging the influence of her fellow clansmen to more safely approach the Three Yuan Purple Gold before seizing an opportunity to strike.

However, You Su did not join the others from the Xuanxiao Sect, but chose to fight alone, which obviously meant facing more unpredictable dangers.

"Don't let it crash and I have to save you..." Ji Xueruo thought with a slight worry.

"There are too many people from the Central Yuan Continent! Kill the people from the Central Yuan Continent first!"

Suddenly, someone in the Southern Yang Continent camp shouted out.

The Xuanxiao Sect members immediately frowned, and several sharp gazes focused on the group of cultivators dressed in luxurious Daoist robes.

"Tong Hui! If you're so capable, come and fight me one-on-one! What kind of skill is it to sow discord among others!" a senior brother from the Xuanxiao Sect shouted angrily.

"I call this provocation? Aren't I stating the truth?!" The cultivator from the Southern Yang Continent, known as Tong Hui, made no attempt to hide his words.

Meanwhile, Fu Heng and Duanmu Jin, who were leading the Xuanxiao Sect's formation, had even colder expressions. In any other setting, Tong Hui would not dare to say such words with such a clear pointed tone, because they could not bear the wrath of the Xuanxiao Sect.

But on this island without rules, he dared to...

Fu Heng and Duanmu Jin even boldly speculated that saying such things was not Tong Hui's intention at all, but rather the intention of the leader of the Southern Yang Continent, or even the intention of all the leading cultivators of the other four continents. Tong Hui was merely a sacrificial pawn.

"Miss Long, are you also planning to attack my Xuanxiao Sect?" Duanmu Jin was strong and handsome, and his gaze towards Long Chiyu was complicated.

Everyone knows that he is one of Long Chiyu's most devoted admirers.

Long Chiyu Tan's mouth opened slightly, but the Little Saint Son of the Western Wilderness Continent answered for her first, his smile sinister:

"Duanmu Jin, stop deceiving yourself. Wasn't she the first one to attack your Xuanxiao Sect?"

Duanmu Jin's expression was cold, while Long Chiyu hesitated, only managing to say softly:

"I, Long, prioritize the sect above all else."

Fu Heng a square face and a simple, honest demeanor. He also had a string of talismans affixed to his shoulder. Judging from his appearance, he was probably the oldest person present. As a result, he was more composed and thoughtful.

He said calmly, "Gentlemen, you might as well think about this: right now, our Central Yuan Continent has the most people, making us the target of everyone's criticism. But what happens after the cultivators of the Central Yuan Continent withdraw? Who will be next? Don't become someone else's borrowed weapon, only to be discarded after being used."

As he spoke, his gaze swept over the positions of the Demon Race Demon Cultivator, seemingly with a hidden meaning.

"Brother Fu, why are you staring at me like that? Are you trying to remind me that my Demon Race will be the next target of attack, and trying to win me over?"

A burly Demon Race sneered. His name was Kui Hanyin, and he was arguably the most powerful and influential among the Demon Race.

Surprisingly, he only had one right arm. It turned out that he was a member of the famous Kui Niu Clan on Star Zhao Divine Mountain, born with three legs and no horns, a characteristic he retained even after cultivating into Perfected Person.

But no human or demon dared to underestimate this race that had occupied the sacred mountain's position since birth and had never fallen from it, even though they were flawed in the conventional sense.

"But Brother Fu, have you considered that by killing your Xuanxiao Sect members first, my Demon Race will have one less formidable enemy?" Kui Hanyin asked with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Fu Heng quietly tightened his grip on the talisman in his hand.

He was obsessed with the art of talismans, but what was little known was that he was equally experienced in combat. To support his expenses in drawing talismans, he was a regular at the Hall of Sutras's high-bounty missions.

Therefore, he clearly understood that what was most needed in a chaotic battle was a target—a target that could incite the crowd to attack.

The chaotic battles result in immeasurable losses and gains for each faction, but the benefits of eliminating one faction first are enormous, while the losses are shared equally among the remaining factions.

This is clearly a very cost-effective option, and Tong Hui's shout was simply a way of expressing the sentiments of the others.

"It's the Xuanxiao Sect that has more people, not the Central Yuan Continent! We should kill the Xuanxiao Sect first!"

Suddenly, someone stepped out from behind Fu Heng, breaking away from the group, seemingly trying to distance themselves from the situation.

Among the forces in the Central Yuan Continent, the Xuanxiao Sect is the mainstay, along with several other immortal sects. Now, facing the threat from cultivators from other continents, some of them couldn't withstand the pressure and attempted to escape. The remaining people naturally showed indignation, but these few 'outsiders' from the Xuanxiao Sect were still apprehensive.

Fu Heng's face was gloomy as he stared intently at the cultivator who had been the first to leave the group. Originally, Central Yuan Continent had the strongest forces and was not without a chance to fight back, but his retreat would definitely cause the morale of the entire Central Yuan Continent to waver.

The current situation is more severe than ever before, and for the Xuanxiao Sect, it is almost a situation where everyone is pointing fingers at them.

"You're bullying us!"

Zi Xun cursed and was about to cause a scene, but she couldn't make a fuss in front of the surrounding cultivators.

Duanmu Jin had already drawn his longsword, his eyes burning with fierce fighting spirit. Fu Heng a deep breath, the runes on the talisman on his shoulder faintly glowing.

Just as the great battle was about to break out, a figure flashed past like an arrow among the various forces stationed in place!

"Thief!" someone shouted a warning.

Ji Xueruo caught a glimpse of the person's back and frowned, thinking to herself:

"Why couldn't he just let himself be attacked...?"

I'll be updating regularly starting today. I've been preparing for my company's exams, so I'm sorry everyone, sob sob.