As soon as Yue Lingxi joined the battlefield, she took the initiative to strike.
When she was still a hundred zhang away from the three Imperial Court experts, her eyes suddenly lit up.
The light was pure purple. It was a deep, dark purple, blooming in her eyes like two purple moons.
Ever since she integrated the Sacred Bone, her divine soul power had skyrocketed. The might of her divine soul attacks had vastly increased, while the chances of enemies resisting or causing a backlash had plummeted.
Even if she did suffer a backlash, the resulting injuries would be much lighter.
At this moment, she unleashed her full power.
An invisible divine soul shockwave, like a tsunami, instantly swept toward the three from the Imperial Court.
The shockwave was formless and immaterial; it could not be defended against or blocked.
It pierced straight through their protective divine light, bypassing their physical bodies to strike directly into the depths of their divine souls.
Their seas of consciousness trembled violently. Their bodies instantly stiffened, falling into a momentary daze, and their offensive abruptly ground to a halt.
The three Imperial Court Immortal Kings hastily activated their secret arts, quelling the tremors in their seas of consciousness within the next breath.
Although it was only a brief instant—not even half a breath—for a battle of this caliber, it was more than enough.
The battlefield was ever-changing. Even a momentary daze or a split-second pause was enough to become a fatal flaw for the enemy to exploit.
Ye Qingxue's figure flashed as the sword intent around her surged wildly, generating endless streams of sword qi.
With a clench of her right hand, her natal weapon, the Tianyuan Sword, instantly materialized. Its blade was pitch-black, wreathed in faint Taixu Sword Intent.
The sword qi crisscrossed, piercing the clouds, seemingly capable of severing all things in the world and tearing apart the barriers of space.
Ye Qingxue gave a soft shout and lightly swung the Tianyuan Sword. Countless streams of sword qi instantly condensed, transforming into a giant sword phantom that was tens of thousands of feet long.
Runes flickered upon the sword phantom, containing the supreme power of the Taixu Sword Dao.
Treating all creation as her sword, she slashed down viciously toward the Imperial Court Immortal King on the left.
At the same time, Lin Jingyu made his move.
His sword was completely different from Ye Qingxue's.
Ye Qingxue practiced controlling ten thousand swords, where everything in the world could serve as her blade.
Lin Jingyu, however, practiced cultivating a single sword, using his body as the blade to achieve unity between man and sword.
He did not need a physical sword.
He himself was the sword.
At this moment, his entire being transformed into a streak of azure sword light, tearing through the sky.
Wherever the sword light passed, the void was cleanly sliced open, leaving a perfectly straight rift as smooth as a mirror.
Within the sword light, azure lotuses bloomed.
Each lotus was condensed from the purest sword intent.
They spun and blossomed, shredding everything in their vicinity to pieces.
The targeted Imperial Court Immortal King's expression changed drastically. His hands frantically formed seals, and a golden net of swords instantly contracted to block in front of him.
The sword light collided with the sword net.
Screech!
The sword strike was fierce, aimed directly at the opponent's vitals, leaving absolutely no room for evasion.
Naturally, Zhuge Dancheng, Gongsun Xiangming, and Xuanyuan Feiyue would not let this perfect opportunity slip by.
The three immediately channeled all their strength, cooperating with Ye Qingxue and Lin Jingyu to launch a tempestuous assault on the three Imperial Court Immortal Kings.
Down on the high platform, the five family patriarchs, including Xuanyuan Yunting and Gongsun Yanguang, along with a group of clan elders, saw the three grand ancestors taking action and eagerly wanted to lend a hand.
However, the moment they circulated their spiritual energy and prepared to move, an invisible force instantly bound them. They were rendered completely immobile, unable to even circulate their spiritual energy normally.
Everyone's hearts jolted, their eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment.
Gu Changyuan's gaze remained firmly fixed on the battle raging above. Without turning his head, he spoke casually. His voice was calm yet clearly transmitted into everyone's ears, explaining:
These three Immortal Kings from the upper realm's Imperial Court possess decent strength. They are perfect sparring partners to temper my disciples.
I have completely sealed the space here; they cannot escape even if they had wings. Therefore, there is no need to worry about the battle spiraling out of control. Just watch quietly.
Hearing Gu Changyuan's words, the crowd had varying reactions.
Some nodded in sudden realization.
Others wore expressions of shock, their eyes brimming with disbelief.
Using Immortal Kings as mere practice targets?
Wasn't this Holy Ancestor being a bit too bold?
Those were Immortal Kings of the upper realm's Imperial Court! Even if their cultivation had been suppressed to the peak of the Half-Immortal realm, they were still bona fide Immortal King-level powerhouses.
Whether it was their combat experience, the bizarre nature of their secret arts, or the quality of their equipment, they far surpassed cultivators of the same tier in the Nine Heavens Realm.
Not to mention, the people of the Imperial Court were a terrifying existence in the upper realm, renowned for their eerie and unpredictable methods.
Yet this Holy Ancestor was actually letting his disciples fight opponents of such a terrifying caliber?
Was he not afraid of a fatal mishap?
Gu Changyuan, however, paid zero attention to the discussions and shifting expressions of the crowd below. He kept all his focus on how Ye Qingxue, Lin Jingyu, and Yue Lingxi were handling the battle.
His eyes shifted slightly as he secretly observed their techniques, teamwork, and anticipation of the battle's flow.
He could see clearly that his three disciples still lacked experience in fighting experts of this level.
After all, the opponents were true Immortal Kings. Even suppressed, their combat instincts, experience, and foresight far exceeded those of ordinary Half-Immortals.
But his disciples possessed heaven-defying physiques and outstanding talent, and their coordination was relatively smooth.
Especially in their cooperation with Zhuge Dancheng and his two peers, as the battle raged on, the trio's moves became increasingly proficient and fluid.
When coordinating with Zhuge Dancheng's group, their timing, as well as their transitions between offense and defense, were improving at a visible rate. They had already gone from initial clumsiness to growing increasingly adept.
Their timing for striking grew more and more precise.
Their awareness to cover each other's blind spots grew stronger and stronger.
Watching all of this, Gu Changyuan felt satisfied.
With just a little more tempering, it would be no problem for the future achievements of these three disciples to surpass the six Immortal Kings fighting above.
Zhuge Dancheng and his two companions already possessed the foundations of Immortal Kings. Now, with the assistance of Ye Qingxue's trio, it was like giving wings to tigers.
Meanwhile, the three Imperial Court Immortal Kings were heavily pinned down by Yue Lingxi's divine soul attacks and suppressed by the sword dao of Ye Qingxue and Lin Jingyu.
They had long lost their initial arrogance. Now, they could only defend wretchedly, retreating step by step, almost lacking the strength to even raise their heads and counterattack.
The expressions on the three Imperial Court Immortal Kings' faces were incredibly ugly, twisted and ashen as if they had swallowed dirt. Their eyes were filled with a frenzied mix of indignation and disbelief.
It was bad enough that right after entering the Nine Heavens Realm, before they even had time to conceal themselves, they were blasted out of the void by a single strike.
Then, they ran into Zhuge Dancheng, Gongsun Xiangming, and Xuanyuan Feiyue—three Immortal Kings who had similarly smuggled themselves down.
They had zero prior intelligence about this, but they could still swallow that pill.
After all, even if those three joined forces, they might not necessarily be a match for them.
But how did three native cultivators of the Nine Heavens Realm appear out of thin air with such terrifying combat prowess?!
Furthermore, these three natives had not even reached the peak of the Half-Immortal realm. The strongest among them, that female sword cultivator, was merely at the Eighth Stage of the Half-Immortal realm.
Yet their strength was outrageously absurd.

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