Not Good! Retreat!

He forced out a smile.

"Pavilion Master Tantai, you jest. Your true body is absent; relying solely on spiritual power to declare that you will destroy our two sects may not convince everyone."

"Is that so?"

Tantai Bing Tang's voice suddenly carried a teasing note. The next moment, a crystalline thread appeared out of thin air around the First Elder's neck, as fine as a hair yet emanating bone-piercing cold.

"To kill you, why would my true body need to come in person?"

"Pfft—"

With a faint sound, the First Elder's head separated from his body. Strangely, no blood spurted from the severed neck. Instead, it was covered by a thin layer of frost.

His body fell stiffly to the ground, while his head floated in midair, his eyes filled with incredulous terror.

"Ah—!"

The head let out a shrill scream, its voice full of fear.

"Impossible! A mere spiritual incarnation can sever my physical body? Have you already touched that realm?!"

This scene made the experts of both sects change expression.

Although a sect-realm expert would not die from having their physical body severed, rebuilding it would require at least ten years of arduous cultivation.

Even more terrifying was that Tantai Bing Tang's true body had not arrived, yet a single spiritual incarnation possessed such power.

Tantai Bing Tang's illusory figure floated in midair, her silver-white hair drifting without wind, stars seemingly flowing within her eyes.

She was merely a spiritual incarnation, yet the sect-realm experts of the Divine Blood Sect and Sun Moon Sect faced her as though confronting a great enemy.

"Do you all still intend to eliminate Gu from the competition?"

Gu Sheng stood with his hands behind his back, a faint smile lingering on his lips.

His voice was not loud, yet it clearly reached