"Young lad, throw the sword over here." The land spirit rode upon the clumsy musician, his fists pounding steadily downward, but each attack was blocked by the shimmering light shield upheld by the armor. Though the musician lay motionless, writhing in pain, he remained unharmed. The two music servants, unable to wrest control of the body, were firmly held within the land spirit's form. A being of extraordinary stage had three defining traits: defense, earth manipulation, and resilience. The spiritual embodiment could only affect the earth spirit temporarily and could not overcome its exceptional resilience. Zhang Yuanqing hurried to the narrow-mouthed long sword, knelt beside it, and picked it up, shouting, "Catch it!" The sword of pyrite spun through the air, making a deep, resonant sound as it passed. The land spirit caught it with a steady arm grasp, his knees resting on the musician's chest, his hands gripping the sword and pressing it firmly downward. No matter how hard the land spirit struck at the merely rippling energy barrier, the moment the sword's tip pressed down, waves of rapid ripples surged outward. The Earth God, though elderly, is strong and robust, his arm muscles swollen as he lifts his sleeves, veins standing out on his hands, exerting force silently. Beneath the blade, ripples grow more urgent. The mute grows increasingly alarmed, finally panicking—though previously even in his most disheveled state, his breastplate had always protected him. This thin energy shield, just one centimeter thick floating over the surface of the breastplate, had been so impenetrable. Now, however, it threatens to collapse at any moment. With Qing Songzi and Tian Xia Gui already eliminated, if he too is knocked out, the entire team will be defeated, leaving only a prize of several hundred thousand yuan. Of course, that sum is substantial, yet compared to the generous rewards for the top three, it's nothing short of a mere handout for a beggar. As a sharp pain strikes his chest, the mute stares in horror—already the blade has pierced through his breastplate. That defensive energy field, like a plastic film pressed against a sharp object, seems poised to rupture. Done. In his heart, the mute feels absolute despair, with no hope left. Suddenly, a sharp, piercing cry echoed from afar. The people in the hall turned to follow the sound— it was from Sun Miaomiao. Behind her, the ethereal figure of the nightgown ghost ignited black flames. The injury sustained by the spirit was now reflected upon the soul of its host. Was Sun Miaomiao about to collapse? Zhang Yuanqing felt his heart sink and immediately turned to look at Zhao Chenghuang. He looked toward the battlefield, first pausing on Yuan Shi Tian Zun, then shifting his gaze to the immobile Land God and the one with poor hearing. Zhao Chenguang dropped the yellow paper scroll in his hand and snapped his fingers once, saying, "Go!" A 4-level Yin Shi burst forth like a leopard, leaping over the earthen wall, clearing the stone piles, and materializing as a near-indistinguishable black shadow, charging toward the Land God. To snap fingers once to command a Yin Shi—what kind of show-off is that? Zhang Yuanqing snapped his fingers again, activating Wandering One to intercept the Yin Shi. The one with poor hearing was on the verge of elimination—absolutely not to be allowed to be saved by Zhao Chenguang. Wandering One surged forward like a furious off-road vehicle, intercepting from the side, and the two Yin Si collided with a force that echoed like two boulders crashing into each other. The 4-level Yin Shi staggered and retreated, while Wandering One was thrown backward, landing with great disarray into a pile of ruins. Zhang Yuanqing was taken aback. Body No. 1 was crafted from the form of a mesmerizing spirit creature, further reinforced with the defensive properties of a soil-based monster's gem, combining the fierce vitality of the spirit creature with the soil monster's resilience. Yet, in the presence of this Saint Realm-level corpse, it proved utterly inadequate. Zhang Yuanqing immediately activated the second form of the Red Dance Shoes, issuing a command to pursue and eliminate the corpse, while simultaneously drawing out his explosive pistol, running and firing as he went. After Qing Songzi was eliminated, the Red Dance Shoes lost its target, and to prevent it from suddenly demanding a performance of dance at a critical moment, Zhang Yuanqing introduced a bug—switching into the second form and donning the Red Dance Shoes—keeping it in a constant state of combat. This would delay the cost incurred by the Red Dance Shoes. "Tap, tap, tap..." The Red Dance Shoes moved with a brisk pace, closing the gap on the Level 4 corpse, delivering powerful, resolute stomps. At the same time, the bullets from the explosive pistol sliced through dark red trajectories, striking the corpse's knees, head, and other vital points, effectively halting its advance. "Sun Miaomiao, block Zhao Chenguang and buy us time!" Zhang Yuanqing turned and roared. Sun Miaomiao bit down hard on her teeth, black waves surging in her eyes. The black-dress ghost behind her exhaled a gentle stream of阴energy toward Zhao Chenguang and Yuan Ting. She summoned the ghostly wall effect once more, confusing the two colleagues. But at that moment, Zhao Chenguang's body seemed to dissolve like a phantom, leaving only Yuan Ting standing there, bewildered. Zhao Chenguang had used his illusion to distract Sun Miaomiao—his true form had already slipped away silently. Trouble... Zhang Yuanqing's heart leapt. He immediately turned to the Land God. As the Land God's figure came into view, he also caught sight of Zhao Chenguang standing with cold composure behind him. The Chenguang appeared without a sound, leaning slightly, stepping forward with a firm posture, drawing back his right arm—wearing armor—like drawing a heavy bow. "Boom!" A thunderous crash, like mountains collapsing, sent the Land God flying like a roller coaster, crashing through successive walls before tumbling into a ruined building. The building gro Zhao Chenguang glanced at the one beneath his feet, the one who was tone-deaf, and said calmly: "From now on, you will use your flute to assist me. This artifact will protect your spiritual body from being contaminated by the spiritual servants and Yuan Shi Tian Zun's purification items." With that, he tossed a bone-blade to the ground. The tone-deaf one picked it up and quickly scanned its attributes. The artifact possessed three functions: breaking armor, extinguishing spirit essence, and summoning spirits. Following the instructions outlined in the description, the tone-deaf one happily used the blade to cut across his wrist. Blood flowed into the blade, and gradually, a delicate, ethereal silhouette emerged, merging into his body. Immediately, he felt his spiritual body enveloped by a "layer of outer clothing," as though his flesh had been armored. At a distance, Sun Miao Miao let out a sharp, angry cry, spitting out streams of black smoke—each stream composed of a spiritual servant, totaling seven or eight. These servants intertwined with one another, twisting into a single, shimmering, long whip radiating thick black energy. As soon as the whip appeared, all the spiritual realm travelers present This fear does not stem from the heart, but from the soul—the soul itself is afraid of the whip. Sun Miaomiao is different from Zhao Chenghuang. While the latter excels in corpse alchemy and an extraordinary mastery of the Yin energy, Sun Miaomiao specializes in commanding spiritual attendants. The technique known as "The Divine Whip" was developed by Sun Elder and passed down exclusively to her granddaughter. This unique skill is precisely what enables Sun Miaomiao to secure her third-place ranking. With the ethereal whip extended, Sun Miaomiao strides forward, swiftly swinging it toward Zhao Chenghuang and the mute musician. "Wooowww..." The surrounding winds grow fierce, echoing with mournful, piercing ghostly wails. Zhao Chenghuang and the mute musician move in perfect synchrony, stepping back—especially the former, who appears visibly cautious and serious, as though he fully understands the whip's formidable power. Even when facing the Earth God, Zhao Chenghuang had never before displayed such deference, never showing the kind of trepidation one might associate with fleeing from a serpent or scorpion. I have a strong feeling that a single strike from this whip would shatter the soul—this is indeed Sun Miaomiao Wait a moment—even the shadow corpses have a spiritual body… Zhang Yuanqing's eyes lit up. Seizing the opportunity, he triggered the imprint in his awareness, and his consciousness instantly sank into it, gaining control of the first deceased entity. "Whoosh!" The first deceased entity leapt out from the ruins, wrapping itself around the fourth-level shadow corpse with the red ballet shoes' assistance. The latter, with a fierce expression, pounded and kicked at the enemy beneath it. At this point, the limitation of the shadow corpse's limited spiritual intelligence became evident—it received the command to fight, and when the enemy appeared, it instinctively launched attacks. The first deceased entity spoke: "Sun Miaomiao, strike here." Sun Miaomiao immediately understood, flicked her wrist, and swept her ethereal whip across, delivering a powerful blow to the fourth-level shadow corpse. The fourth-level shadow corpse stiffened suddenly, its fierce assault halting abruptly. It stood motionless, its fierce glow in the eyes fading rapidly. The spiritual body of this shadow corpse had sustained serious damage and was now temporarily inactive. Zhang Yuanqing regained consciousness in his original form, summoned the "Silent One" mask from his inventory, and entered the night-wanderer state, swiftly closing in on the 4th-level yin corpse. He intended to seal this yin corpse of Zhao Chenghuang at this moment. At that instant, a piercing, mournful flute melody rang out, bringing intense pain as steel needles embedded into his skull. Zhang Yuanqing pressed his hands to his head and withdrew from the night-wanderer state, his head veins pulsing with sharp throbs. On the other side, Zhao Chenghuang also had his forehead veins bulging, enduring the pain, and with a firm will, activated the imprints in his consciousness, dividing his awareness into two. The 4th-level yin corpse's pupils burst with luminous light, and Zhao Chenghuang's consciousness now took root within this body. The yin corpse spoke in human voice, though it was strained and difficult: "Master Yuanshen, your strength is indeed formidable—stronger than I anticipated. I had thought you would reach at most the eighth tier, but it seems you've held back. Yet, you cannot defeat me, even if you enlist Sun The body of Wángzhě No. 1 shimmered with a golden-yellow aura that dispersed, its long-accumulated defensive shield being forcibly crushed. A Saint Realm fire master’s physique, even without releasing any skill, could effortlessly dominate a transcendent-stage yin corpse through sheer strength and speed. The difference between Level 3 and Level 4 wasn’t merely one tier—it represented a full step up. With a powerful kick, it launched Wángzhě No. 1 toward Yuanshǐ Tianzūn, then leapt several meters, landing a charging attack on the opponent across the field. Zhang Yuancheng paid no attention to the sturdy, resilient Wángzhě No. 1, stepping aside as if anticipating this move, and then drew out his Brutal Fighter gloves, delivering a punch like a projectile straight at the face of the Level 4 yin corpse. Thud! "Zhào Chénghuáng" halted, raised his elbow, and precisely met the incoming punch. A crisp cracking sound filled the air—Zhang Yuancheng heard his finger bones snap. The mournful, piercing flute music played without pause, its continuous wave attacks preventing any of the on-site Yèyóu Sh A thunderous barrage of punches exploded in Zhang Yuanqing's ears, fists, elbows, knees interweaving as "Zhao Chenghuang" alone held off both No. 1 of the Dead and the Yuan Shi Tianzun, relying on his 4-level physical constitution to withstand the crushing pressure of the Red Dance Shoes. Zhang Yuanqing came close to being struck several times, but consistently managed to stay engaged thanks to the scout-level anticipation and the fire master's agility. The flute music—so grating—was unbearable. Both he and Zhao Chenghuang had only three points each; a single report from Yuan Ting would eliminate them outright. While defending, Zhang Yuanqing glanced toward the distance. Yuan Ting was trapped in a loop of ghostly walling, rushing forward and backward, struggling to find a path. Now wasn't the time to make a report. Zhang Yuanqing had no choice but to endure. Yuan Ting, tightly controlled by Sun Miao-miao, wasn't in a position to speak up: "That person is one of ours—please release him." With that, Yuan Ting would be safe from a backstabbing move against Zhao Chenghuang. The same level as a Third-Rank Night-Wandering Deity, but Sun Miaomiao and Zhao Chenghuang outshine their peers, especially Yuan Ting, in terms of soft attributes like spiritual servants and undead corpses. This is the difference between grassroots and spiritual second-generation figures. On the other hand, Sun Miaomiao pressed one hand against her head, struggling with unbearable pain, while the other swung her whip, striking at the tone-deaf and Zhao Chenghuang’s physical form. The blows kept missing. Zhang Yuanqing roared, "Grandfather, did you wake up?" "I'm awake!" The Land God crawled out of the ruins, the sound of broken bricks and tiles echoing around him, then turned his neck, stretched his back, and grumbled, "That young Zhao—unfair! He launched a surprise attack, knocking me off my feet." As he spoke, he grabbed his narrow-mouthed long knife and charged forward. Seeing this, Zhao Chenghuang’s physical form immediately changed—his skin turned dark blue, veins rising like dark, prominent cords, bloodshot eyes, and sharp, black claws sprouting from his ten fingers. With his breath surging, he stepped forward, clenched his fists, and crossed them firmly The narrow-bladed sword struck the arm armor with a force akin to a terrible explosion, shattering the surrounding soil and tiles and hurling them outward. With the flute's melodic support and the strength of the arm armor, Zhao Chenguang, in his "Explosive State," managed to handle two opponents simultaneously, remaining steadfast and unyielding. Zhang Yuanqing, engaged in combat with the shadow corpses, also pondered the properties of the various items: "The gloves' explosive effect is ineffective against the fire master at the Saint's Realm. It only enhances my agility; it fails to deliver any real damage." The explosive pistol works similarly—Zhao Chenguang can shatter the clarity of the straw man, no, he can effortlessly bestow a protective artifact upon the mute, indicating that he himself is not lacking such items... "Unfolding my yin-yang robe enables me to stand firm, yet fire cannot affect the shadow corpse; water is even less effective—since the shadow corpse is already dead, it doesn’t need to breathe. The red ballet shoes offer some support, but fall short of being decisive. The most effective way to defeat this shadow corpse is to break its limbs and joints, as Jiang Jingwei did. I possess such combat strength, so I don’t actually need any special artifacts... "What about a burst of energy? Not quite—only one dose of the pills is available. By the second stage, when the ultimate battle takes place, I won’t be able to sustain it. I need to find a solution first; if all else fails, I’ll resort to bursting my strength. After a moment of reflection, Zhang Yuanqing suddenly realized: why am I struggling so much with Zhao Chenguang? As long as I eliminate the mute as a supporting figure, restore myself and Sun Miao-miao’s condition, and then unite with the Moreover, I still have Yuan Ting as a hidden agent. As soon as this thought struck him, he immediately withdrew from the battlefield, allowing Red Shoes and Unit One to engage "Zhao Chenghuang," then turned and sprinted toward the Earth God, saying, "Grandfather, give me the helmet—I'll have the one who can't sing at all." Once he secured the helmet, he could ignore the sound waves, perform a nocturnal assault on a musician, and accomplish it without difficulty. The breastplate had already been severely damaged by the Earth God, and he had numerous ways to break through defenses—such as using the Blood-Drinking Blade, deploying the Yin-Yang Robe array, or, if necessary, controlling the musician, seizing the bamboo flute, and placing a Silence Mask over his face. The assault had to be carried out by him, since the Earth God was a land-based monster lacking stealth capabilities; to eliminate the musician, he would inevitably have to go through Zhao Chenghuang. The Earth God, experienced and perceptive, instantly grasped the meaning of Yuan Shih's intent. He swiftly struck down Zhao Chenghuang with a single blow, removed the helmet, and tossed it to the ground. Cracks spread across This effectively prevented unforeseen incidents such as the enemy intercepting or seizing the opportunity. Zhang Yuanqing picked up his helmet and put it on, instantly feeling a clearness in his mind, as the soul-piercing pain vanished, and though the mournful melody of the flute remained, it no longer affected him. Without hesitation, he immediately activated his Night Stroll. The musician, observing this, fixed his gaze and swiftly moved closer to Zhao Chenghuang. The Earth God lifted his foot and said, "Rise!" The ground beneath the musician's feet rose, forming a wall of earth that separated him from Zhao Chenghuang. Zhang Yuanqing materialized beside him, standing before the musician, his hands gripping the Blood-Seeking Blade, which he drove through the crack in the musician's breastplate. The dim energy barrier instantly sagged and, after a violent tremor, finally dissolved into pure light fragments. The Blood-Seeking Blade pierced through the breastplate and into the musician's chest. The musician could no longer maintain his performance; the flute sound ceased. A musician not skilled in close combat, whose abilities were already hampered by the helmet, now appeared weak and childlike before Zhang Yuanqing. Yet the breastplate provided excellent physical defense; the Bloodthirsty Blade, though long, failed to pierce the hero's heart, leaving him within the instance. Zhang Yuanqing kicked the mute character off his feet, then stepped firmly on his chest, preparing to deliver the final blow. Just then, in his peripheral vision, he caught sight of Sun Miao Miao emerging from behind the land god, drawing a spectral lasso with a sweeping motion of her arm. Wooow— As the piercing cries of the ghost lamented, the land god stiffened instantly, his face contorting, his pupils becoming blurred. Sun Miao Miao did not pause, delivering another lash. The land god remained frozen, his eyes lifeless. Though he possessed invincible defense at the extraordinary stage, Sun Miao Miao’s lasso struck directly at his soul, transcending mere physical impact. Witnessing this, Zhang Yuanqing’s eyes narrowed dramatically. Without hesitation, he launched the Bloodthirsty Blade toward Sun Miao Miao with full force. He no longer cared about the mute character, rushing toward the land god to render aid. On the incline, a figure surged forward—none other than Zhao Chenghuang's spectral form, just as the first deceased had intercepted Zhang Yuancheng earlier. He now blocked Zhang Yuancheng's path. Thud! Zhang Yuancheng was knocked backward. In mid-air, he saw Zhao Chenghuang bend his torso, sink his hips, and clench his fists tightly, drawing them close to his waist. "Whoosh!" The fists, pressing against a wave of energy, struck hard against the land god's still-bodied chest. The land god was instantly launched into the air, crashing into the distant ruins and going still. He didn't die at the hands of Zhao Chenghuang—he was dispersed and his spirit drawn apart by Sun Miao-miao, eliminated from the game. Zhang Yuancheng tumbled down and immediately rose, entering the night-wandering state. Only after traveling a considerable distance did his physical form become visible. He stared at Sun Miao-miao with a dark expression: "You played me?" Sun Miao-miao flicked her tongue and chuckled: "I'm so sorry." Zhao Chenghuang spoke calmly: "Master Yuanshǐ Tianz Zhang Yuanqing took a deep breath, scanned both of them with his gaze, and asked, "When did you two form an alliance? Was everything you've done carefully orchestrated?" Zhao Chenghuang raised a corner of his mouth and replied, "As soon as you exploited the reporting rules to undermine everyone's points, I knew you were unbeatable in playing the game. The people from Tianxia Huo—surely they thought the same. The sensible move would be to unite with you, first eliminating our Taiyuan Sect contestants. So I dispatched my spiritual servants to find Sun Miao Miao, hoping she could feign an alliance with you, leveraging your desire to win, and thus remain hidden within your circle. You've indeed fallen for the plan." Zhang Yuanqing turned to Sun Miao and said solemnly, "So your affection for the spiritual servant is genuine?" Zhao Chenghuang stepped in to answer, "Sun Miao Miao truly does care for the young spiritual servant—this is heartfelt. You've noticed that, haven't you? Otherwise, she wouldn't have willingly entered into an alliance with you. As long as you're determined to win, you wouldn't have missed this opportunity." As for whether or not you trust her, that doesn't matter—this is merely my first move," Sun Miaomiao smiled. "Master Yuanshishen, I've asked you twice whether you're willing to enter into a trade with me. Yet you've refused me both times. If you agree, I'll certainly help you eliminate Zhao Chenghuang—no promises broken. "Do you really think just drawing a big picture of promises will make me fight against my own colleagues? I'm not a fool. Compared to what Zhao Chenghuang has offered me, your promises are far less appealing." Zhang Yuanqing didn't respond, but asked, "What's the next step?" Zhao Chenghuang replied, "The next step is for Sun Miaomiao to persuade you to ally with the Earth Deity, thus dividing your Five Elements Alliance's forces. Then, I'll step in and propose an alliance with the Heaven-Returning-Flame Alliance—he will surely agree." Zhang Yuanqing paused, then said, "So you two have been playing a game all along, pretending to be stuck by ghosts, just to watch us destroy each other and reap the benefits?" Zhao Chenghuang nodded: "I didn't expect you to have concealed your strength so effectively, handling Qingsongzi so effortlessly. Sun Miaomiao had no choice but to pretend that I broke her illusion, thus involving me in the battle to preserve her voice impairment. By the way, that voice impairment also serves another purpose—it compels you to borrow the helmet from the Earth Deity." It finally clicked for Zhang Yuanqing: "The artifact you provided to him effectively blocked my ability to summon spiritual attendants and utilize pollution techniques, thereby guiding me to borrow the helmet." Zhao Chenghuang regarded this as the most ingenious move and smiled: "The Earth Deity's defenses are exceptionally strong; with the helmet safeguarding his spiritual essence, it becomes exceedingly difficult to overcome him. That's why Sun Miaomiao has remained passive all along, patiently waiting for the right moment." "Remarkable! Remarkable!" Zhang Yuanqing sighed and looked toward Yuan Ting, asking, "So you've been holding Yuan Ting back?" Sun Miao Miao smiled brightly, saying, "If I don't hold him back, I'd have to fight him. But he's so weak—so weak that even one whip strike would be enough to kill him. To avoid you noticing that I'm easing off on him, I've had to keep him confined." As she spoke, she picked up a pebble and flicked it with her fingertip toward Yuan Ting. The illusion instantly collapsed. Yuan Ting looked over, glanced around, then came rushing toward them, looking utterly astonished, and asked, "Where's the Earth God?" Sun Miao Miao smiled brightly, "We've taken him out. I teamed up with Zhao Chenghuang to set the plan in motion." She briefly outlined what had happened. Yuan Ting's expression was complex, as though remembering something, and he turned to Zhao Chenghuang, saying, "Ah, so you originally sent out your spiritual servant—not to investigate the surroundings, but secretly to ally with Miao Miao..." He was referring to the spiritual servant capable of siphoning vital energy. Zhao Chenghuang gave a slight nod. "The fewer people who know the plan, the better. That's why I didn't tell you." He had already done a favor to Yuan Ting by offering this single explanation. The one with the poor sense of music stared in disbelief, feeling utterly foolish. Zhao Chenghuang bent down and picked up the narrow-mouthed long sword. "Everything I needed to say has been said, Yuan Shishen. It's now your turn to enter the quest." Sun Miaomiao held her ethereal whip, ready to strike. At that moment, Yuan Ting interrupted their attack, saying, "Actually, I also have something to share." Sun Miaomiao and Zhao Chenghuang turned to him. In a sudden, swift motion, Yuan Ting pulled off the outer coat from the corpse at his side. "!!!" Sun Miaomiao and Zhao Chenghuang were momentarily stunned, their expressions blank, completely unprepared for this gesture. "I'm sorry," Yuan Ting said solemnly. "The Prime Immortal offered me a compensation that I simply couldn't refuse." "Having said that, he raised his voice and shouted to the heavens: 'I am reporting Zhao Chenghuang for intruding upon the private parts of the deceased—my grounds: violation of law!' Under the gloomy sky, a hundred zhang of spiritual beings drew their bows and launched an arrow at Zhao Chenghuang. Both Sun Miaomiao and Zhao Chenghuang's faces grew serious. Zhao Chenghuang had only three points—Uan Ting's report was a fatal blow. The arrow descended from the sky and struck Zhao Chenghuang. To everyone's surprise, Zhao Chenghuang calmly accepted the arrow with no apparent effect. Uan Ting stared in astonishment, his mouth opening in disbelief: 'This is impossible...!' He only had three points—how could he be unharmed? At that moment, Uan Ting noticed the person who was usually tone-deaf, slowly dissolving into light particles and vanishing. What was happening? Uan Ting, who had been stuck in a state of ghostly disorientation, now found himself bewildered and confused. Zhang Yuanqing raised an eyebrow and coldly remarked: 'Pure luck!' Zhao Chenghuang smiled: "This is foresight—planning ahead. I originally intended to eliminate you and the Earth Deity first, then use the Bone Blade of Summoning to dispatch the one who can't sing. Instead, it's here, before Yuan Ting, with the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign, that fate unfolds in the most unexpected way." The spirit of resentment within the blade had slain the one who couldn't sing. Once the spirit of the singer was enveloped by the resentment, his fate became irrevocable. The entire Bone Blade had always been Zhao Chenghuang's tool. The mechanism of the spiritual realm stipulates that only when a tool is stored in the inventory does it recognize its master. Yuan Ting had never stored this tool in his inventory, because it had been borrowed from Zhao Chenghuang. In his dire straits, he had only relied on Zhao Chenghuang and dared not do anything that might displeased him. "Yuan Ting, you know what to do!" Zhao Chenghuang said calmly. "This is your final chance." Yuan Ting looked utterly defeated and helpless. After a moment of silence, he raised his eyes to the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign, his voice low: "I'm sorry "As soon as she finished speaking, Sun Miaomiao swung her arm and drew out her long whip. Yuan Ting's face instantly twisted into agony, his expression contorted with pain. Zhao Chenguang extended his dark, sharp claws and pierced through Yuan Ting's chest. Yuan Ting then vanished from the arena, eliminated. "With this many points, I'm confident—I won't let you play any tricks," Zhao Chenguang said confidently toward Yuan Shishen, his eyes fixed on the distant Yuan Shishen. After defeating the mute and Yuan Ting, his point total now reached seven. With this solid foundation, allied with Sun Miaomiao, he could swiftly eliminate Yuan Shishen and secure the overall advantage. ... At the arena, the crowd erupted into a frenzy. The Lingjing practitioners of the Wu Xing Alliance were like football fans who had just lost a match—filled with sighs, complaints, and murmurs of frustration. They had watched the entire exchange between Yuan Shishen and Yuan Ting, and clearly saw the mutual calculations and strategies at play. Even after the Land God's elimination, they remained tense and excited, eagerly awaiting the next move. Zhao Chenguang's decisive blow had been delivered—now it was Yuan Shishen's turn Huang Chenghuang, with only three points remaining, should have lost without a doubt. Yet his strategy unfolded like an elderly pig wearing a bra—layer upon layer, seamless and well-structured. At the crucial moment, he managed to strike down the soundless disciple, successfully withstanding the decisive blow. Now, there's no chance left. Both of the final two spots in the grand finale belong to the Taiyuan Sect. While the members of the Wuxing Alliance expressed disappointment and frustration, the Taiyuan Sect was abuzz with excitement and joy. Elder Huang, dressed in black, stroked his beard with a satisfied smile: "A skilled warrior must also be a master strategist. Chenghuang, though usually quiet and reserved, demonstrates intelligence equal to anyone else's." Setting aside the rather unrefined move of undressing, the match itself was truly impressive, and Yuan Shǐ Tian Zun truly lives up to his reputation as a brilliant talent who has successfully passed through two S-tier trials. Indeed, precisely because of his outstanding performance and strength, Chenghuang's strategic brilliance stands even more outshined. As the elder, Huang felt deeply reassured. "Miao Miao and Chenghuang have worked in perfect harmony— Master Sun was also delighted—finally, he no longer felt confused. Mi淼 and Zhao Chenguang had outperformed Yuan Shi Tianzun, proving through their actions that the Taimei Sect was brimming with talent. Elder Hongying smiled warmly. In contrast, the elders of the Wu Xing Alliance—especially Dog Elder—remained silent. Now, only Yuan Shi Tianzun remained on the field, isolated and struggling. Once he too was eliminated, all the Wu Xing Alliance contestants would be out. The final battle would no longer be tied to the Wu Xing Alliance. Amid the commotion, Yuan Shi Tianzun’s laughter echoed through the visuals: “Do you truly believe you’ve won?” Upon hearing this, the arena fell instantly silent, with countless spectators lifting their heads to gaze at Yuan Shi Tianzun in the image. … Within the scenario, Zhao Chenguang remained composed, calmly stating: “Still trying to impress? How long can you hold your own against me and Sun Mi淼?” As he spoke, black, viscous energy surged in Sun Mi淼’s eyes, while the sleeping gown ghost behind her exhaled a stream of negative qi. The illusion unfolded, and Zhang Yuanqing once again found himself Seizing the opportunity, Zhao Chenghuang snapped his fingers. The saint-level yin shi, previously being trampled under the red dance shoe, suddenly launched a fierce assault, joining its master in attacking Yuan Shi Tianzun. While external attacks would shatter the illusion, Zhao Chenghuang was confident that at the very moment the illusion collapsed, Yuan Shi Tianzun would have already been eliminated. Drip, drip, drip... Two streaks of dark red light surged forth, swiftly pulling away, leaving the yin shi behind, and racing toward their master. The speed was astonishing—within a blink, it surpassed both Zhao Chenghuang and the yin shi, then delivered a powerful kick to the master. The illusion crumbled instantly. Zhang Yuanqing immediately entered a state of night wandering, evading the combined assault from Zhao Chenghuang and the yin shi. At the very moment he encountered ghostly stalling, Zhang remained calm and issued a clear command to the red dance shoe to attack him—this was his strategic response based on the current situation. His figure appeared further away, stating: "One minute left." One minute? Zhao Chenghuang and Zhang Yuanqing immediately departed at night, fleeing to a more distant place, and emerged when the night journey concluded. " How many times can you night-walk?" Zhao Chenghuang pursued him relentlessly. Gazing at the two approaching figures, Zhang Yuanqing said: " It's time." As he retreated, he raised his voice and shouted: "I am filing a complaint against Sun Miaomiao for inappropriate conduct toward children—my grounds: legally binding!" "I am filing a complaint against Sun Miaomiao for child abuse—my grounds: legally binding!" "I am filing a complaint against Sun Miaomiao for child abduction—my grounds: legally binding!" "I am filing a complaint against Sun Miaomiao for intruding upon the private parts of a corpse—my grounds: legally binding!" Sun Miaomiao, who had been charging forward, suddenly halted, her face pale with shock. Zhao Chenghuang's eyes narrowed sharply. Zhang Yuanqing continued to retreat, coldly remarking: "Sun Miaomiao, I admit I wanted to win—I concede that you have influenced me. But what gives you the right to believe I will fully trust you? What gives you the right to assume Even if you don't volunteer to hold the little quirky one, I'll find a way to get you involved. "That way, I can file a complaint against you for child molestation." "That way, I can have him touch your chest, forcing you to react with urgency—making you act as if you're trying to drive me away—and then I can file a complaint against you for child abuse." "Plus, with Yuan Ting's betrayal, I'll just wipe out all your points. "Sun Miao Miao, when you first proposed to ally with me, I already counted you out—your reversal is nothing to me. You play your part, and I play mine—mutual, reciprocal." As she spoke, four arrows fell, striking Sun Miao Miao. 【Ping! Your points have been reset. You have been eliminated.】 "Yuan Shi Tian Zun..." Sun Miao Miao gritted out the name, her body then dissolving, eliminated from the game.