Qi Refining, Third Layer! Fighting Two Xiantian Realm Martial Artists Alone!

The sky above.

The hundred-meter giant sword phantom suddenly stabbed toward the Loose-Haired Old Man.

Just as Yun Xiao thought the man would surely be gravely wounded,

the Loose-Haired Old Man suddenly smiled. Supported by his inner force, his body swelled in an instant like a rubber ball.

The giant sword phantom was actually stopped by sheer force. Then, amid the blast of qi exhaled by the Tied-Hair Man, it turned to powder.

Before Yun Xiao and the other man could react, several fist phantoms suddenly shot out from behind.

Boom!!!

Wu Shan cleaved out a sword ray, forcing back the several Xiantian realm martial artists blocking his path.

Wu Shan had just wanted to leave when several more Xiantian realm martial artists blocked his way.

Just as he was at a loss, a terrifying boom suddenly crashed down behind him.

Wu Shan's body trembled violently. He turned around, and Xu Ling'er's miserable cry rang out beside him at the same time:

"Old Ancestor!!!"

The Supreme Elder and Old Sect Master of their Misty Sect had been smashed viciously into the ground of the Training Ground, leaving behind a massive crater.

A full fifth of the Training Ground had collapsed!

As the smoke and dust cleared, two old men lay in a crater eight or nine meters deep. Their white robes had been completely dyed red with blood, and their breaths were faint.

Seeing the two Old Ancestors' tragic state, everyone stared in shock, then looked up at the sky at the four Sect Masters who had fought them.

Those four Sect Masters were all covered in sword wounds of varying sizes, yet they were only superficial cuts and had suffered no serious injuries.

Wu Shan stood rooted to the spot, while the Five Elders slumped to the ground in despair.

Sorrow and despair spread across the faces of everyone beneath the heavens.

Tears glimmered in Xu Ling'er's eyes, but she merely shook her head dazedly and said:

"It's over. Everything is over."

The two strongest Sect Master-level martial artists here had been defeated by the enemy with such ease.

The Misty Sect no longer had even the slightest hope of survival.

To the side, under the assault of three Xiantian realm martial artists, the Moon Sword Sect's Sect Master took a palm strike to the chest. He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, dragged a long trail across the ground, and finally came to a stop.

His body shook. He stared in disbelief at the two figures in the crater and gritted his teeth.

"They lost that quickly?"

Like the Moon Sword Sect's Sect Master, many of the resisting martial artists had been beaten back and stopped in despair.

After sweeping his gaze over the dozens of densely packed figures in the sky, no one resisted any longer.

Everyone understood that the Black Underworld Sect had already won today's battle.

Cries and sighs echoed throughout the Training Ground, Small Immortal Terrace, and the corridors above and below, yet not a single person resisted any longer.

Just as everyone had fallen into despair, a sudden, jarring voice rang out.

The exhausted crowd raised their eyes toward the center of the Training Ground, only to see Xiao Huohuo standing arrogantly before the two Xiantian realm martial artists blocking his path.

"Hey, if you two don't move aside, this young master is going to make a move!"

The Xiantian realm martial artist blocking Xiao Huohuo looked him up and down, then gave a disdainful snort.

"Make a move?"

"So what if I let you?"

"Little brat, if you can even hurt one of my fingers, I'll admit you're impressive."

"Hahaha!!"

The two laughed without the slightest restraint.

Hearing this, everyone was startled. They frowned and sighed one after another.

This Xiao Huohuo truly seemed unable to see the situation clearly.

Surrounded by the Black Underworld Sect on all sides, he still dared to make such empty boasts.

Xu Ling'er looked at Xiao Huohuo, a trace of worry in her clear eyes. "Xiao Huohuo, don't anger them any further."

"You'll die."

Under everyone's gaze, Xiao Huohuo looked at the two Xiantian realm martial artists and remained utterly unmoved.

A trace of anger seemed to flicker across the young man's face.

"I only wanted to fulfill the Three-Year Pact before leaving."

"Since you insist on blocking My Master's path, then die!"

With that, Xiao Huohuo raised both fists. Rosy Red spiritual qi flashed incessantly around them as he threw a punch.

The sharp-mouthed, monkey-faced Xiantian realm martial artist merely glanced at it. Although a trace of surprise appeared in his eyes, he casually raised his hand to block and reached for the fist.

Whoosh!

Terrifying force surged from the fist. The Xiantian realm martial artist's eyes widened in shock, but it was already too late to react. The punch shook him back several steps, and he only stopped after slamming hard against the ground.

"How is this possible?!"

The sharp-mouthed, monkey-faced man looked at his own hand, his face dark and utterly humiliated.

After taking that single blow from the youth, his hand had turned red and was still trembling violently!

Although he had only blocked casually, he was a Xiantian realm martial artist!

In a place as small as this, a Xiantian realm martial artist was more than capable of founding a sect!

Yet he had actually been knocked back by a postnatal brat who had not even finished growing his hair?

On the other side, the long-faced Xiantian realm martial artist who had been guarding the place with him burst out laughing.

"Xu Yan, you're a disgrace to all Xiantian realm martial artists. You actually got knocked back by some upstart brat."

"Don't say you know me in the future."

"What a disgrace!"

Under this ridicule, Xu Yan's face shifted from black to white and back again. Burning with fury, he glared at Xiao Huohuo and ground out through clenched teeth:

"Brat, very good. Seeing as you just put on such a good show, I was going to give you a quick death."

"But now... I'll tear you limb from limb!"

As his voice fell, Xu Yan transformed into a Rapid Shadow and swept through the air. His voice rang out at the same time.

"Seven Injuries Fist!"

The Xiantian realm martial artist beside him raised his brows, a trace of a smile appearing on his face.

The Seven Injuries Fist was a mid-grade Black Rank martial technique and Xu Yan's signature skill. One punch could shatter an opponent's muscles and bones. Who knew how many skilled postnatal peak martial artists had died miserably beneath this technique.

It seemed that brat was about to suffer terribly!

Xu Yan swept in wrapped in a fierce gust of wind, but Xiao Huohuo was completely unafraid. Spiritual qi covered his body, making him look as though he had been clad in blazing flames, and he immediately charged forward.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!!

Perhaps sensing the strange nature of his opponent's technique through the vibrations of spiritual qi, Xiao Huohuo did not clash with him head-on.

Like a loach, he easily dodged the fierce punch that shot straight at him, slapped the man's arm with one hand, then struck toward his chest with his palm.

The Xiantian realm martial artist's reactions were swift enough as well. He immediately raised his hand to block.

Pa, pa, pa!!!

In an instant, fists and feet collided, and successive bursts of air-breaking sounds rang out. The two exchanged several blows in succession, fighting to a standstill.

After a palm strike landed, Xu Yan retreated another half-step. His expression was gloomy as he stared at Xiao Huohuo.

"Damn brat!"

During that exchange, he had actually failed to gain the slightest advantage over the brat before him.

Although his fists were fierce and overwhelming, that boy was as slippery as a loach. He always managed to dodge Xu Yan's most powerful strike, then entangle him again, leaving Xu Yan as frustrated as if he were striking cotton.

Moreover, although the aura around the boy was not particularly strong, it was incredibly strange and kept making his qi and blood churn.

Seeing this, the Xiantian realm martial artist beside him burst out laughing.

"Xu Yan, I thought you were merely underestimating him before. I didn't expect you to be this useless. You really can't beat this greenhorn?"

Xu Yan shot him a glance. Seeing the youth charge at him again, he said nothing more and immediately met him head-on.

Seeing this, the other Xiantian realm martial artist let out a cold laugh.

"In that case, let me lend you a hand."