“Ah!”

The night was blood-red.

A piercing scream tore through the night sky, chilling to the bone.

Dantai Zhen’s right arm was brutally broken, the white bone exposed amidst the mangled flesh and blood.

Intense pain washed over him, and Dantai Zhen’s face twisted in agony as cold sweat poured down.

Just an arm’s length away, the man before him had bloodshot eyes and blood-stained hair, resembling a demon. No one could recognize him as the genteel and elegant elder brother of the Confucian School.

With one arm broken and death looming, Dantai Zhen’s will to survive surged. His Genuine Qi reversed through his meridians, forcefully repelling the demonic figure before him.

“Burial Blade of the Moon!”

Pushed to the brink, Dantai Zhen, despite his grave injuries, raised his broken sword to the sky as his Genuine Qi burst forth.

His powerful Genuine Qi surged, and in this life-and-death moment, his warrior’s strength was all the more formidable.

In the night sky, a blade that could shock the world cleaved towards the heavens, capable of slicing the cold moon.

Dantai, the most prominent youth of his clan, unleashed unparalleled combat power when driven to desperation.

However!

Even among geniuses, there are disparities.

A chasm as vast as the heavens and earth!

Ten steps away, beneath the wildly dancing black hair, Bai Wangyu’s eyes brimmed with murderous intent. With each step, his sword stirred the winds and clouds, shining ten zhang across the mortal world.

“Rolling Dust of the Mortal World!”

The grand chapter of righteousness reemerged, with sword techniques that shook heaven and earth. The righteous energy surged, and amidst the chaos of battle, sandstorms raged, and sword energy crisscrossed with blood, its might even more terrifying.

For a hundred years, Bai Wangyu was the only disciple of the Confucian School to fully master the grand chapter of martial arts, his talent unmatched.

Today, driven by rage over Li Ziye’s peril, the senior disciple of the Confucian School unleashed his extraordinary combat power, devoid of all mercy.

In that instant, two earth-shattering forces erupted, and even though they were still in the Third Realm, the approaching Confucian School instructors felt a chill in their hearts.

The fierce clash, though brutal, lasted only a few breaths. In the world of warriors, unlike ordinary people, life and death could hinge on a moment. By the time the onlookers realized what was happening, the battle was nearing its end.

“What astounding power.”

Li Qingshan and Yao Guihai felt the two forces erupting from afar, their expressions darkened as they hastened their pace.

The younger generation had grown to such an astonishing level!

“Meet your death!”

In the midst of battle, Bai Wangyu’s sword, fueled by thunderous rage, descended, seeking not victory but slaughter.

Ahead, Dantai Zhen, with no escape, met the attack with his strongest move against the strongest opponent he had ever faced.

“Boom!”

A collision that could shake the heavens and move spirits resounded, and within the battlefield, two terrifying auras clashed, sending sand flying like waves and air currents raging, the impact stirring hearts.

On the outskirts of the battle, Wen Xiu Ru was sent flying by the shockwave, stumbling back several steps.

Inside, a cascade of crimson splattered like a reverse blood rain, as a horrifying sword wound appeared on Dantai Zhen’s chest, from his left shoulder to his right rib, deep enough to see bone, flesh turned inside out.

Blood gushed forth like a fountain, the world-shocking sword nearly cleaving the Dantai clan’s greatest genius in half.

“Crack!”

Then, the sound of metal shattering. The broken sword in Dantai Zhen’s hand splintered inch by inch, before collapsing into pieces.

With a thud, Dantai Zhen fell to his knees, blood-soaked and hovering between life and death.

Ahead, a trace of crimson silently trickled from the corner of Bai Wangyu’s mouth. Despite the desperate counterattack from his opponent, he too was seriously injured.

Ten steps away, Bai Wangyu advanced, sword in hand. Even though his previous strike had already severed most of his opponent’s lifeforce, the hatred in his heart was not yet quenched. The final blow was meant to take his life completely.

Ten steps away, Dantai Zhen knelt powerlessly, drenched in blood, devoid of any strength to resist.

Advancing nine steps, Bai Wangyu once again raised his sword, its reflection slicing the cold moon mercilessly.

Suddenly!

Just then.

An unexpected twist!

From the other side of the night, a tremendously powerful aura sensed Dantai Zhen’s peril. Ignoring the risk of revealing his identity, he swiftly swooped into the fray, striking towards Bai Wangyu with a palm.

An indescribable terror, surpassing all warriors present, the mere presence was enough to send shivers down one’s spine.

In the nick of time, from a distance, Fa Ru and others arrived, unleashing a powerful palm strike, forcibly blocking the incoming attack.

With a thunderous boom, the two colossal forces erupted, the aftershocks howling. Chen Qiao’er stepped back, pulling Bai Wangyu behind her.

“Five Realms!”

Chen Qiao’er eyed the newcomer, her expression grave.

“Fa Ru, Instructor Chen.”

The masked powerhouse glanced at the two who had arrived on the battlefield, uttered a few words, and then swiftly retreated with the critically injured Dantai Zhen.

“Trying to flee?”

Fa Ru’s expression darkened as he charged forward.

With a resounding clash, the two exchanged blows, their powerful impacts causing an instant division in the battlefield.

“Elder Brother, Master, hurry, Brother Li is in bad shape.”

At that moment, not far away, Wen Xiu Ru, after checking Li Ziye’s pulse, called out urgently.

Bai Wangyu snapped out of his frenzy and rushed over.

The young man before him was covered in blood, his breath faint, and his lifeforce growing weaker by the second.

In the Second Realm, battling against the Third Realm, defying the heavens, was akin to ascending to the skies.

With his final sword strike, Li Ziye broke through his own limits, severely wounding Dantai Zhen. However, after exhausting his last bit of strength, everything had come to an end.

“Drink!”

Seeing the young man’s life rapidly fading, Bai Wangyu roared, his righteous energy bursting forth as he poured his Genuine Qi into the other’s body.

He was determined to save him!

“Drink!”

Pushing beyond limits, Bai Wangyu’s surroundings were enveloped in blood and surging righteous energy, like an ocean, continuously flowing into the young man’s body.

Bai Wangyu, having lost his composure, seemed unable to see the situation clearly. In his current state, how could he save anyone?

“Wangyu, have you gone mad?”

From behind, Chen Qiao’er rushed forward, her expression changing as she immediately intervened, but it was still half a step too late.

On the other side, Fa Ru and the mysterious Five Realms expert exchanged several blows amidst the chaos, with victory or defeat difficult to discern.

“The Confucian Fa Ru lives up to his reputation!”

After another exchange, the mysterious Five Realms cultivator took advantage of the situation to step back, disappearing into the night.

Fa Ru was about to pursue when Chen Qiao’er’s voice rang out.

“Master, saving lives is what matters!”

Seeing Bai Wangyu’s Genuine Qi nearly depleted, Chen Qiao’er made a decisive move, stepping forward to separate the two, then took over from Bai Wangyu to sustain Li Ziye’s life.

Not far away, Fa Ru’s expression darkened as he returned, channeling his Genuine Qi to heal his equally exhausted disciple.

Under the night sky, the boundless righteous energy surged. Chen Qiao’er and Fa Ru, the two strongest individuals present, healed the severely injured Li Ziye and Bai Wangyu, their sweat silently falling.

After a while, Bai Wangyu, who had regained some strength, opened his eyes and saw the still unconscious youth before him, his body trembling, eyes filled with regret.

It was all because he had been too careless!

A quarter of an hour later, Chen Qiao’er stopped, her pretty face showing signs of fatigue.

Bai Wangyu opened his mouth to ask, but found himself unable to speak.

Seeing this, Wen Xiu Ru immediately stepped in to ask, “Instructor Chen, how is Brother Li?”

Chen Qiao’er was silent for a moment before she gently shook her head and sighed, “His injuries are severe. I can only protect his heart meridian with my Genuine Qi, but if we don’t find a way to save him within three days, even if the Confucian Scholar himself were to come, it would be of no use.”

At the same time, in Li Garden, the inner courtyard.

“Husband!”

In the room, Zhu Zhu, who had already gone to bed, suddenly opened her eyes, sat up, and clutched her chest, drenched in a cold sweat.

Her husband was in trouble!