You, Who Are You?

The two disciples from the immortal sect, who had been locked in combat, suddenly stopped fighting in unison and stared in shock into the distance.

"That is..."

As the Golden Scale Saint Son unabashedly released his aura, disciples from various immortal sects within Purple Cloud Mountain could clearly sense the fierce killing intent emanating from that direction.

That ferocious aura, carrying a sense of destruction, was like an ancient savage beast breaking free of its seal and stepping into the human world.

The Taishi Sect True Inheritance, walking alone in the dense forest, paused, glancing warily in the direction from which the ferocious aura emanated. "It's the Golden Scale Saint Son. Is this still the Golden Scale Evil Suppressing Art?"

"Who messed with that guy again?"

The Drinking Youth muttered something to himself, then turned his gaze to the young man walking in front of him.

The current generation of Sword Wielding Disciple of Jiange did not express any opinion on this matter, remaining as silent as a stone.

Lu Bai sensed that aura, but merely glanced at it sideways.

In his view, no matter how fiercely these immortal sect disciples fought, it had nothing to do with him.

He maintained a steady, unhurried flight speed, and was about to reach his destination.

As the highest peak in the central area of Purple Cloud Mountain, it does not actually have an official name and is generally referred to as the Nameless Mountain.

However, due to the location of Nameless Mountain, many disciples from various immortal sects converged in this direction, and the number of people kept increasing.

Some figures could be vaguely seen in the dense forest, and occasionally disciples from immortal sects would choose to fly over.

However, they were not as fortunate as Lu Bai; almost all of them were attacked before they even had a chance to land.

Admittedly, choosing such a flamboyant method as flying at this time proves that these disciples of the immortal sects are quite confident in themselves and that their strength is not weak.

However, those who have gathered at Nameless Mountain now are all outstanding young talents from Xuanzhou. Who among them would feel that they are much inferior to their peers?

Unless they are renowned prodigies or geniuses like the True Inheritance of a great sect or the Holy Son of a holy land, they will inevitably encounter challenges.

Although Lu Bai was only from the Qingwang Sect on the surface and had no real power, he was still a formidable figure.

However, after he defeated Xi Ao Yan in one move, everyone adjusted his threat level to the second tier, second only to the Holy Son and the True Inheritance, and no one would dare to make a move against him for the time being.

Of course, as time went on, more and more powerful auras appeared, and Lu Bai, who had been quietly staying on the periphery, was finally targeted.

"You are Lu Bai?"

A young man with a cold expression and narrow eyes walked up to Lu Bai and looked down at him.

Lu Bai blinked. "No, you've mistaken me for someone else."

Ling Yi's expression darkened. "Do you think this kind of joke is funny?"

"Since you know me, why are you asking?"

Lu Bai still wore a kind smile, giving people a feeling of utmost sincerity.

"They only know how to talk big."

Ling Yi narrowed his eyes, his already long and narrow corners making him appear even more sinister. "Xi Ao Yan is my friend. Since you want to make a name for yourself by stepping on him, don't blame me for being ruthless."

As a strong figure among the younger generation, even if Lu Bai stood still and did nothing, he would still attract a lot of attention.

If there isn't a major grudge, the Dao Commencement Assembly is normally not so brutal as to be a life-or-death struggle. If you lose, you lose, and the overall atmosphere isn't exactly tense.

The surrounding disciples of the immortal sects quickly noticed the tense atmosphere between them and began to look at the two with inquisitive eyes.

"Who is that person? How dare he challenge Lu Bai?"

"Is he not aware of his own limitations? Rumor has it that Lu Bai of the Qingwang Sect has already entered the Golden Core stage."

"Even if the rumors are false, the fact that Xi Ao Yan, a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, in one move proves that Lu Bai can absolutely do whatever he wants in the Foundation Establishment realm."

The disciples of the nearby immortal sects were buzzing with discussion.

It was clear from their words that they didn't think highly of Ling Yi, believing that he might have lost his basic rationality in his pursuit of fame.

Ling Yi didn't utter any more harsh words, but silently circulated his own cultivation technique, seemingly waiting for something.

Lu Bai scrutinized Ling Yi, who was standing in front of him, and his expression gradually became somewhat strange.

"It seems your master didn't tell you this."

The seemingly peaceful situation didn't last long. Ling Yi, as if he had finally achieved a certain condition, no longer concealed his smugness. "Let me introduce myself. I am Ling Yi, True Inheritance disciple of the Myriad Insect Valley."

Lu Bai tilted his head slightly, signaling him to continue.

Perhaps feeling confident of victory, Ling Yi didn't mind revealing his true abilities.

"We, the disciples of Myriad Insect Valley, are different from orthodox cultivators who use the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to fight. We specialize in Gu worms, and with the spiritual technique called Natal Gu Worm, we can possess many abilities that are unimaginable to orthodox cultivators."

At this point, Ling Yi paused, just as he was about to continue, when Lu Bai's cheerful voice suddenly interrupted him.

"For example, using tiny, dust-like worms to enter my body through the air?"

Upon hearing this, Ling Yi's expression stiffened, and he felt a vague unease.

Forcing himself to calm down, he said, "Did you notice? Too bad it's too late."

"Is it too late? Why don't you try manipulating these Gu worms?"

As Lu Bai spoke, he raised his right hand.

Ling Yi subconsciously tried what Lu Bai had said, and found that he had indeed lost control of the Gu worms, his face turning pale instantly.

Ninety percent of their methods as insect cultivators rely on Gu worms. If they lost their Gu worms, they wouldn't have the courage to face Lu Bai at all.

Fortunately, Lu Bai wasn't that cruel and didn't intend to let the other party suffer in fear for too long.

The immense Mana instantly condensed into a palm print of spiritual energy.

It's not wrong to say that one trick is enough to conquer the world. With his cultivation level far surpassing that of the younger generation of immortal sects, Lu Bai has yet to encounter any immortal sect disciple who can withstand his attack method.

The enormous palm print of spiritual energy seemed to have sucked out the air in its path, and slammed into Ling Yi with terrifying power.

Clearly, Ling Yi had tried everything he could to defend himself, but it only slightly slowed down the speed of the spiritual energy palm strike. Immediately afterward, his physical body was blasted into a pile of mangled flesh.

Upon witnessing this scene, all the disciples of the surrounding immortal sects were horrified.

Before they could even process what was happening, they saw a golden figure rushing forward at high speed, radiating an aura that resembled that of a humanoid ferocious beast.

"Lu Bai!"

Lu Bai turned to the side, saw the person's face clearly, and confirmed that he didn't recognize him. It was too late to ask.

Left with no other choice, he turned around and faced the person who had come.

Bang!

The clash was like needles clashing against wheat awns, a thunderclap that struck the sky.

The deafening metallic hum caused many of the immortal disciples present to experience ear pain.