If this can be tolerated, what cannot

Xu Mengyao gently raised her hands, and the temperature above Muyun City plummeted in an instant.

Countless tiny ice crystals condensed in the air in a very short time.

Under the guidance of Xu Mengyao's spiritual power, those ice crystals rapidly gathered, elongated, and sharpened, turning into countless razor-sharp ice spikes.

They hovered densely in the sky above her head, blotting out the sun and dyeing more than half of the sealed space's sky an icy blue.

Following Ye Qingxue's offensive, the ice spikes surged toward the three Immortal Kings. Wherever the ice spikes passed, the air froze, further sealing off the three Immortal Kings' room to dodge.

The Heavenly Guard, disrupted by the triple interference of formations, divine soul attacks, and sonic strikes, paused for a moment. With the three interferences stacked together, he experienced a brief daze.

But as an Immortal King capable of becoming a Heavenly Guard, the interference only affected his divine sense for an instant before he immediately sobered up. However, at this moment, Ye Qingxue's sword and Xu Mengyao's ice spikes were already closing in on him.

The Heavenly Guard snorted coldly and chose the most violent way to deal with it. The orb of light condensed in his hand instantly exploded.

Violent power swept in all directions, tearing the air apart wherever it passed and causing space to tremble slightly, shattering and dissolving all the surrounding ice spikes and sword qi.

The aftermath also violently struck his own body, but his facial expression did not change at all, as if those injuries were not inflicted on him.

An Immortal King-level physical body, refined by immortal qi for tens of thousands of years, possessed a recovery ability far beyond what lower realm cultivators could compare to.

The cracks began to heal at a visible rate the moment they appeared.

The other two Immortal Kings in dark red robes also chose to trade injuries for defense, forcefully enduring part of the attacks to neutralize the first wave of the five women's offensive.

Ye Qingxue took a few steps back, holding her black sword across her front, her eyes calmly watching the slowly healing wounds on her opponents' shoulders and arms.

She simply tightened her grip on her sword and charged out once again.

With a slight turn of her body, her Supreme Void Sword Physique fully opened.

With her at the center, the surrounding void began to vibrate violently.

Black rifts tore open in the void around her, and longswords poured out from the rifts.

Those longswords flew out from the void, slowly rotating around Ye Qingxue with their tips pointing outward.

The expressions of the two Immortal Kings in dark red robes changed simultaneously.

Their contracted longswords—the two natal immortal swords they had personally refined for tens of thousands of years and which had long merged with their divine souls.

They unexpectedly began to tremble violently the moment Ye Qingxue's Supreme Void Sword Physique fully unleashed.

They could feel that their natal immortal swords were trying to break free from their control, wanting to fly to Ye Qingxue's side.

The two could only forcefully suppress them to lock the sword bodies, barely managing to make the two immortal swords stop trembling.

Once the suppression was lifted, those two immortal swords would immediately break free from their control.

In the coordinated division of labor among the six women, Ye Qingxue chose to face the Heavenly Guard alone.

The Supreme Void Sword Physique's natural suppression of sword cultivators greatly reduced the combat power of the two Immortal Kings in dark red robes.

Xu Mengyao fought one against two. The long-range attacks of her ice spikes, combined with the aftermath of Ye Qingxue's sword array, were enough to pin down the two Immortal Kings who needed to divide their attention to suppress their natal immortal swords.

The interference from Bai Ling'er, Yue Lingxi, and Fang Yuwei never stopped. The triple suppression of formation patterns, divine souls, and sound waves intertwined, enveloping them within.

Gu Xing'er remained hidden in the starry sky, waiting for an opportunity.

The Heavenly Guard's fists and palms clashed with Ye Qingxue's black sword dozens of times.

In the instant he was forced back, the Heavenly Guard's figure experienced a tiny lag in the air.

Gu Xing'er made her move.

Holding the Falling Star Dagger in her right hand, with the power of the stars flowing on the blade, the sharp edge thrust out from the void, stabbing directly toward the Heavenly Guard's back from behind.

Feeling the chill coming from his back, the Heavenly Guard instinctively dodged sideways.

The Falling Star Dagger grazed past his waist, slashing open a wound.

The Heavenly Guard's eyes turned fierce, and a vast spiritual power explosively erupted from his body, indiscriminately striking out in all directions with him at the center.

Missing her strike, Gu Xing'er was already retreating, but the speed of that spiritual power shockwave far exceeded her retreating speed.

When the wave of spiritual power caught up to her, her figure swayed slightly in the air. The light armor Gu Changyuan had made for her blocked the vast majority of the damage.

She did not hesitate, fading back into the void and completely disappearing from the Heavenly Guard's sight and perception.

Six against three, a battle of nearly half an hour.

During the battle, the Heavenly Guard's gaze swept across the periphery of the sealed space.

The remaining twenty or so Peak Half-Immortals were either standing shoulder to shoulder or leaning on each other's elbows, watching their side while chatting and laughing.

Their expressions were not the nervousness of watching a battle, but an undisguised look of enjoying a show.

The Heavenly Guard's chest heaved violently a few times; a breath caught in his throat, unable to be swallowed or spat out.

Since when had a Royal Court Heavenly Guard been reduced to being watched like a play?

More importantly, wasn't the talent of these lower realm natives a bit too exaggerated?

Just the six people fighting them alone, every single one of them possessed a top-tier physique.

Even in the Wanluo Immortal Realm, these physiques would belong to geniuses that major powers would fight over.

Yet here, in the lower realm, a lower realm they had always despised, six had appeared all at once.

Among the spectators outside, there were even more top-tier physiques standing there, as if such things were mass-produced here.

Furthermore, the cultivation methods and secret techniques they used were not in the least inferior to theirs.

Three Immortal Kings against five Peak Half-Immortals and one Body Integration Realm cultivator, yet they were forcefully suppressed and beaten.

The members of the Yunhuang Royal Family stood on the other side of the sealed space, watching the deadlocked battle above, somewhat at a loss for words.

From beginning to end, it looked like those female disciples were suppressing and beating the three Immortal Kings.

Meanwhile, the remaining twenty or so Peak Half-Immortals stood outside with their arms crossed from start to finish, watching the show without even adopting a fighting stance.

They just stood there idly, wearing expressions of sheer boredom that seemed to say, "When is it our turn?"

Seriously, how did Immortal Kings descending from the Royal Court get forcefully treated as mere practice targets by you all?

With so many people standing on the periphery with crossed arms watching, are you guys for real?

At least show some respect for the Immortal King realm!

Gu Changyuan stood at the very edge of the sealed space with his hands behind his back. His gaze shifted back and forth among the six figures as he mentally scored them.

Half an hour had passed. He clapped his hands, and the crisp sound of applause echoed through the sealed space.

The six figures simultaneously withdrew from the battle circle. The formation patterns dissipated, the divine soul power was retracted, the zither music stopped, and the ice crystals melted away. They retreated cleanly and decisively.

The Heavenly Guard paused, bringing his palms back to his sides. The two Immortal Kings in dark red robes also stopped their attacks.

The three of them hovered in midair, their chests heaving and their breathing slightly hurried.

In the next instant, Lin Jingyu, Xiao Yi, Qin Yu, Yun Tianhe, Han Feng, and Jun Mukong charged forward simultaneously.

Seeing the six newcomers, the three Immortal Kings were stunned at first, and then burned with rage.

You really treat us as practice tools—swapping in a second batch after the first batch is done?!

This is absolutely intolerable!