st, he was at the Tianqi cultivation level. Now his cultivation has reached a new height, his strength has greatly increased. He also wants to see if he can break out with his own power!Having been bl...This time, hearing that Li Baxian had left the Danxinmen base, Yan Xing knew his chance had come. He arrived early and concealed himself, sure enough, he waited for Li Baxian.

The game between Wanmo Ridge and Haotien Alliance didn't concern him. What he wanted to do was simple, kill Li Baxian and end the decades-long feud!

"I'll go deal with him! You protect the little junior brother." Wei Yang spoke.

Li Baxian shook his head. "Big sister, you know that I'm good at killing people, but not at saving them. Besides... there's more than just Yan Xing on the Lingxi list."

"You're saying..." Wei Yi's face subtly changed. Affected by the Soul-Extinguishing Divine Thunder, her perception had significantly decreased.

Li Baxian let out a cold snort: "You're all hiding in the crowd, observing the situation. You each want to reap the benefits without lifting a finger." His eyes flickered, "I'll create an opportunity. You bring my junior brother away. The chances are slim, but we have to try."

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Li Baxian snatched up his wine gourd and poured a mouthful of wine, but instead of swallowing it, he spat it forward. In an instant, more than ten sword lights surged and swept across the area, while Li Baxian himself was enveloped in a sword light and charged towards Yan Xing.

More cultivators from the Haotian League and Wanmo Ridge rushed over. News of Lu Ye being trapped under the golden light had spread long ago, and cultivators from both sides were hurrying towards this location. As time passed, the number of cultivators gathered here gradually exceeded a thousand, and it was still increasing.

With Jinguangding as the core, battlefields of various sizes emerged in all directions. Cultivators from both sides clashed relentlessly, turning the entire Jinguangding into a bloody massacre.

Such a battle raged from day to night and from night to day. One after another, cultivators on both sides fell, yet fresh blood continuously poured in from the outside.

More than ten masters from the Lingxi list arrived, each pairing up to fight, the scene was chaotic for a while.

The reaction of the Haotiantian Alliance was surprisingly strong. Under the protection of several powerful figures from the Haotiantian Alliance, Lu Ye made his way here.

Although they are trapped right now, as long as the people of the Haotian Alliance are not all dead, it will be very difficult for them to kill Lu Ye.

Once you're on a tiger, it's hard to get off!

Since its existence, the Lingxi Battlefield has never witnessed such a large-scale and brutal battle as this. At this point, neither the Wanmo Ridge nor the Haoteng Alliance could easily back down. Both sides had suffered too many casualties.

This feeling of life and death being out of your control is really terrible.

Weakness, it seems, is truly the greatest sin.

The weak cry out in anguish, but no one cares. The strong speak softly, yet their words resonate deeply within hearts. So, who cares about the battle between these two factions Even if it means death, choose your own way to die rather than standing here like a fool, waiting for this fight to decide your fate.

With a deafening boom, a figure crashed in front of Lu Ye. Li Baxian was beaten back, his body covered in wounds, a significant gap between him and the tenth and second place contestants.

"That bastard isn't having a good time either!" Although Li Baxian was in a sorry state, he didn't want to lose face. He grinned at Lu Ye: "Don't worry, little junior brother, big brother will go and chop off his dog head!"

Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

Lu Ye raised his hand and pressed down on his shoulder.

Li Baxian looked at Lu Ye in surprise.

"Enough!" Lu Ye said softly, "That's enough, senior brother."

"Huh"

Although he was only at the fifth level of cultivation, his roar, empowered by spiritual energy, resonated like thunder, echoing in all directions.

Despite the calls, neither side of the battle seemed to heed them. Many cultivators who were already struggling held back and retreated one after another. The first to stop fighting were those near Lu Ye. This situation spread like ripples, and the fighting on the periphery gradually subsided. After thirty breaths, all fighting ceased. The chaotic battlefield became quiet, and the turbulent spiritual energy fluctuations gradually dissipated.

All eyes turned towards Lu Ye, from all directions. Only now did everyone realize that the one who had shouted to stop just now was this man.

"Little apprentice" Wei Yang, who had always been by Lu Ye's side, looked at him in confusion. She then glanced at Li Baxian, who shook his head, indicating that he didn't know what his little apprentice was up to.

"This sentence is addressed to the many cultivators around."

"Although my cultivation level may not be high, since you all have come for me, I believe I still have the right to say a few words. Do you disagree"

"Fellow Daoist, speak freely if you have something to say."

"Not bad, not bad. I have no objections!" Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

Suddenly, a group of cultivators from the Haotian Alliance chimed in. Lu Ye interrupted the fighting at this moment, although it seemed abrupt, it allowed both sides to breathe a sigh of relief because everyone could take advantage of this rare opportunity to rest and recuperate. Prolonged battles, especially on this scale, were too much for most people to handle.

"Speak!" A cultivator from Wanmo Ridge spoke up. This person was ranked in the top twenty on the Lingxi List, born into a first-class sect. Yan Xing remained silent, his attitude representing the entire Wanmo Ridge.

As for Yan Xing, this guy only has eyes for Li Baxian and wouldn't care about anyone else.

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"Good, die quickly, kid, you can't escape!"

"At least suicide leaves you a whole body. If someone kills you, your face will be completely ruined."

Many cultivators from the Wanmo Ridge shouted.

Wei Yan, standing beside Lu Ye, had a gloomy face. She almost couldn't help but want to take action and kill all those who were shouting.

Lu Ye slowly shook his head. "There are already so many senior brothers and sisters of the Haotian Alliance who died because of me. If I die, if they knew about it, wouldn't they be heartbroken And besides, I'm so young, I don't want to die!"

"Since you don't want to die, what's the point of all this pointless rambling" The man's face flushed with anger.

Lü Yè lowered her eyelids and spoke slowly, "Although being protected is quite pleasant, as a cultivator, matters concerning oneself should be borne by oneself!"

"It's a pity that my cultivation isn't high enough to bear too much." He slowly drew his long sword from his waist and pointed it at the Wàn Mó Lǐng camp: "Lú Yè, disciple of the Bì Xuē Zōng, challenges the major sects of Wàn Mó Lǐng. Those who cultivate with me, if you want to kill me, come fight!"to a looser set of clothes... Speaking of which, these clothes weren't his own. His own clothes were the kind that were more fitted, convenient for a soldier cultivator to fight in. This thing was con...