Neon Fairy

The spectators ultimately did not make a move.

After a bout of noisy clamor, things settled down again.

Only the tune of their words had completely changed.

"Junior Brother Ning Ye, get him!"

"Yeah, beat that fool who doesn't know his own limits! Then my senior brother can beat you down!"

Ning Ye laughed as well. "Senior Brother Lang, you're not very popular, are you?"

Lang Qianjun grinned. "Doesn't matter. Watch out, Junior Brother!"

As he spoke, he swung his wolf-tooth greatstaff down at Ning Ye.

At the Hualun Realm, before the Primordial Spirit had formed, cultivators generally still followed established forms when they fought, every move measured and orderly.

Lang Qianjun's Chaotic Wind Greatstaff was quite imposing as well, sweeping aside all in its path. Ordinary immortal-art barriers would shatter under a direct blow.

Unfortunately, Ning Ye was no longer the Ning Ye of old.

Back then, Ning Ye had faced the strong while weak, so he had taken the clever route. If he could resort to trickery, he would never clash head-on—using illusions to confuse his foes and the Dao of Light for surprise assaults, always seeking steadiness, precision, and ruthlessness.

But Ning Ye now was a genius born into the world. His cultivation had reached the sixth level, and his progress was smooth and unhindered. Thus, he no longer cultivated those old methods, but rather the grand and righteous path.

What he sought was to crush his opponents head-on.

As Lang Qianjun's greatstaff came crashing down, Ning Ye casually twirled the magic sword in his hand. A single sword blossom landed upon the wolf-tooth greatstaff. Though it was only the lightest touch, it struck at the very instant Lang Qianjun exerted his strength. With the slightest nudge, Lang Qianjun felt the weapon slip beyond his control, and