“Hong Baiwei!” Li Yanchu growled in a low voice, killing intent surging from his body like a tidal wave. Hong Baiwei sneered coldly, “You actually survived that? You really are hard to kill. But today, you're dead for sure. I’ll show you what it means to be the true child of destiny!” A powerful aura began to rise slowly around him. Hong Baiwei once again drew the divine bow in his hands. In an instant, his momentum soared to its peak! He had clearly encountered a fortuitous opportunity within this immortal's temple; his cultivation had advanced greatly, enough to fully command this domineering divine bow. A terrifying divine arrow condensed from deadly qi tore through the air toward Li Yanchu. Li Yanchu activated his movement technique to the extreme, but still couldn't shake the divine arrow. He had no choice but to channel all his qi into the Jiaoslayer and bring it down with full force. BOOM! A deafening explosion resounded once more! Li Yanchu’s blood and qi were nearly completely suppressed by the blast. If not for his brutal, tempered martial body, he wouldn’t have been able to withstand it at all. Even with the talismanic armor protecting him, he was nearly shaken into serious injury. With a flash of motion, he turned into a streak of white light, soaring forward like a shooting star. Swish! The Jiaoslayer came crashing down toward Hong Baiwei’s head! Whoosh! Another divine arrow screamed through the air! BANG! Li Yanchu was struck directly and blasted backward, and his whole body violently flung through the air. Li Yanchu’s entire body was smashed into the wall of the Daoist temple hall, sending clouds of dust billowing into the air. Hong Baiwei’s gaze was sharp and cold. “I am the youngest peak second realm cultivator in Mount Mao in the past three hundred years! The one with the greatest hope of breaking through the shackles and stepping into the Third Realm! Today, I’ll show you just how vast the gap is between someone like you and someone like me!” His voice grew increasingly deranged and manic, and the aura emanating from him was icy and oppressive. Another divine arrow shot into the ruins, locking firmly onto Li Yanchu’s position. “Didn’t you say you killed all my Mount Mao disciples!? Then today, die beneath this divine arrow!” Hong Baiwei burst into arrogant laughter. The Wind Divine Bow was indeed tyrannical. A surge of energy erupted from the rubble. “A nobody like you wants to kill me!?” Empowered by the talismanic armor, Li Yanchu appeared before Hong Baiwei in the blink of an eye. A divine arrow, brimming with overwhelming killing intent, burst forth again. Hong Baiwei was so confident in the Wind Divine Bow’s unerring accuracy that he didn’t even flinch. The qi arrow, forged from the bow’s tyrannical might, shot straight into Li Yanchu’s chest. Then, a powerful shockwave exploded outward. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩•𝗳𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝕟𝕖𝕥 But Li Yanchu didn’t retreat at all. Instead, he channeled all his energy into the Jiaoslayer and slashed down with brutal force. It was a life-for-life, no-holds-barred brawler’s tactic. Hong Baiwei, born into the prestigious Mount Mao Sect, had always been exalted above others. To him, human life was cheap, and nothing in the world ever truly mattered. This upbringing had fostered his boundless arrogance and disdain for all things beneath him. He never imagined that Li Yanchu, who also wielded powerful magical artifacts, would fight using such a crude, reckless method. There wasn’t a shred of “immortal grace” in it. It was precisely this ruthless momentum that allowed Li Yanchu’s saber to hit its mark, and he sliced off one of Hong Baiwei’s arms. Ever since he’d mastered his saber technique, he’d severed countless arms. Fast and vicious was his signature style. “Aaaah! Damn you!” Caught completely off guard, Hong Baiwei let out a scream of agony. The Wind Divine Bow fell to the ground with a heavy thud. “The youngest peak second realm cultivator in three hundred years? Utter nonsense!” Li Yanchu’s voice boomed like thunder. Slash! Another strike came crashing down! Before the saber even landed, the dazzling saber qi had already slashed toward its target. Hong Baiwei’s protective talismans and magical artifacts couldn’t withstand the overwhelming force of Li Yanchu’s assault. All he could do was stagger backward! “Weren’t you so tough earlier!? Get back here and fight me like a man!” Li Yanchu shouted in fury. Even as the words left his mouth, he had already unleashed twelve consecutive strikes—each faster, heavier, and more relentless than the one before. His energy surged like a raging river crashing a thousand li downstream. Before Hong Baiwei could even cast a proper spell, Li Yanchu had already severed one of his lower legs, and blood sprayed like a fountain. Li Yanchu’s killing intent was in full bloom! Just now, he had drawn upon his own refined martial arts, blending it with Xiao Ce’s Swift Saber Art. The result was devastating. A sharp and deafening dragon’s roar burst forth from Hong Baiwei’s body, reverberating through the air with overwhelming force. Its dominance was undeniable. Even a second realm cultivator with a separated primordial spirit would find it hard to withstand such a soul-targeting attack! But Li Yanchu remained unmoved, his aura growing even sharper and colder. He struck out with his saber, and a single slash swept forth with the momentum of an avalanche. The fierce saber qi shattered the violet-gold crown’s defensive enchantments wrapped around Hong Baiwei. In the very next instant, Hong Baiwei was dead. His primordial spirit didn’t even get a chance to escape; it was cut down in the same stroke and destroyed completely. His body and soul were utterly annihilated. Whether it was the Jiaoslayer or the pure yang blood and qi coursing through Li Yanchu, both possessed a strong suppressive effect on spirits and souls. Just one strike, and the arrogant young Daoist Master of Mount Mao was no more. What a pity. Despite owning several powerful magical artifacts, and having just made a significant leap in cultivation, Hong Baiwei had been too eager to take revenge and too eager to wield the Wind Divine Bow and kill Li Yanchu. He hadn’t expected that Li Yanchu would close the distance and fight with everything on the line, seizing the initiative first. From there, he had no chance to unleash his devastating techniques, and after losing that first move, he was completely overrun. At this time, Ding Rou widened her eyes in shock. Hong Baiwei might’ve been arrogant and ruthless, treating lives like weeds... But his background was formidable. The Mount Mao Sect was no less powerful than Mount Longhu Sect, and it was a great sect brimming with talent and powerful cultivators. “The proud young Daoist Master of Mount Mao, that overbearing Hong Baiwei... is he really just dead like that?” Ding Rou found it hard to believe. Li Yanchu, on the other hand, didn’t think much of it. To him, anyone who dared step into a Blissful Land had to be prepared to be killed for their treasures. Hong Baiwei was no exception. In Li Yanchu’s eyes, he was merely another obstacle. Those blessed with grand destiny always encountered countless opportunities. For all he knew, the next time they met, Hong Baiwei might have already advanced to the Third Realm if he somehow returned from death. At that time, with Li Yanchu's strength, he would probably have no chance of dealing with it. Therefore, he must kill him early. This was the strategic thinking of Li Yanchu, a man with an unyielding fate, when it came to those blessed with great fortune. Meanwhile, Ding Rou had become completely numb. Though still surprised, her shock was no longer as exaggerated as before. Demonic black tides, corrupted great demons, millennia-old evil corpses, Mount Mao Daoists... Situations where ordinary cultivators would be doomed to die were all shattered by Li Yanchu with overwhelming force. He was practically a divine being walking among mortals; he was invincible. Li Yanchu picked up the ancient, rustic divine bow from the ground and then searched Hong Baiwei’s body, retrieving a few items. He obtained a pouch containing over forty jade fragments, a bead the size of a chicken egg that glowed with flowing light and faintly emitted dragon energy, and a heavily worn purple-gold crown whose Dao aura had faded, which was clearly a relic of countless battles fought in a Blissful Land. He also got a white jade belt, a magical artifact capable of summoning golden-armored warriors, and a bronze ancient mirror, which had been destroyed by Li Yanchu. It appeared Hong Baiwei hadn't kept them on his person. In addition, there were three divine artifacts: an ancient wooden token nearly identical to the one in Li Yanchu’s hand, a string of prayer beads filled with divine essence and emanating a calming and soul-settling aura, and a well preserved oil lamp with divine power comparable to the prayer beads. Among the divine artifacts in Li Yanchu’s possession, the ancient incense burner had the strongest divine essence, but compared to the divine artifacts Hong Baiwei had, it was several times weaker!