As the ice lance descended from the sky, the fire dragon and lightning followed suit. The wizard was startled. He knew well about Chinese cultivators, but hadn't expected them to cast three spells simultaneously—this was truly impressive. Subconsciously, he believed the fire dragon to be the most powerful, so he focused all his energy on it. Unaware that the ice lance was actually the strongest, followed by lightning, and then the fire dragon. Crack! The ice lance struck him squarely on the back, producing a sound like a hammer hitting rotten wood, then the lightning followed. Though he successfully evaded the fire dragon, he was hit directly by both the ice lance and the lightning, which shattered into scattered fragments, while silver arcs of electricity surged across his body. Qin Feng smiled, delighted to have secured the victory so effortlessly—after all, his opponent belonged to a race he was unfamiliar with, which only strengthened his confidence. With international guests, he couldn't afford to be polite. In his hands, a stack of talismans now appeared. If any other cultivator saw this, they would surely scold him for being a wastrel. Even if all these seals were free, such extravagance would be hard to justify. For a moment, lightning and fire dragons surged forth, and Wu Ling found himself unable to mount an effective defense, despite the steady, dense movements of his bone staff, which still failed to protect him from successive blows. As for Isabella, two figures—one black, one white—engaged in fierce combat, their swift movements creating blurred afterimages. Thud, thud… The young officer took a punch to her abdomen, yet she countered with a kick, and the two swiftly separated, regaining their balance and then scanning each other with alertness. Wu Ling truly was the nemesis of the bloodline. Throughout the battle, Isabella felt herself constantly outmatched. "Diet, bloodline woman," Isabella murmured, "you may as well accept your fate." "That man's smile was quite unimpressive," she said. "Unless you hold a countess rank or higher, you'll have only one path—death—when you encounter members of the Wushen Sect. However, considering we all come from Europe, as long as you stop pursuing us, I'll give you a chance." "You really have it easy," the beautiful instructor remarked, with a hint of skepticism. "The Wushen Sect," the witch replied, "makes its promises. If you doubt me, then I have no choice but to stand by them." The beautiful instructor immediately grasped his true intentions and said with a cool smile, "You're afraid that our intense combat will draw the Chinese cultivators in, which is why you're unwilling to fight me, correct?" Wushen was indeed surprised that his thoughts had been guessed correctly, yet he remained firm. "What could I possibly be afraid of? The bloodline and the cultivation world have been bitter rivals for generations. We Wushen Sect have never had any conflicts with them. Even if they appear, it will be against you!" "Indeed." The beauty officer's expression grew even colder, saying, "In the cultivation realm, anyone not native to this place is considered an outsider and must face the harshest treatment. Are you then their friend?" "Enough talk—let's fight!" "That's exactly what I wanted to tell you!" Both of them charged at each other simultaneously, delivering solid, powerful blows—true fist-to-fist combat—seeing who could endure longer and ultimately prevail. On the other side, Qin Feng had exhausted all the talismans in his hands. Within less than two minutes, he had used nearly thirty. Wu Ling's bone staff spun like a windmill. After the final fire dragon vanished, he suddenly stopped, pointing the tip of the staff directly at Qin Feng and shouting, "Wa-ya, you keep talking!" Swoosh— A energy orb the size of a golf ball shot out. Qin, the young lord, immediately began dodging. But the orb was highly agile, and he simply couldn't avoid it—watching helplessly as it struck him. Boom… the small sphere exploded, hurling him backward. His energy shield completely lost effectiveness after the blast. "Man, that's it!" he muttered, pushing himself up from the ground, still hadn't managed a counterattack when he heard that familiar voice: "Wah, you're jabbering..." For heaven's sake, I've tucked myself safely inside the little steamer trunk—what more could I possibly do? As the saying goes, "Learned from every setback," and yet, after having already suffered a setback, would he really be foolish enough to keep relying on his body to absorb the blows? The next moment, he lay flat on the grass, frowning to himself: "Wah, you're jabbering... What kind of spell is this? It sounds so much like me slicing your—your—well, your—er, your—er, your—er, your—er, your—er, your—er, your—er, your—er, your—er, your—er, your—er, your—er, your—er, your—er, your—er, your—er, your—er, your—er, your—er, your—er, your— Crack… whoosh… A precise lightning bolt struck his back, followed swiftly by a flying sword that left a deep, bone-visible wound across his waist. Yes! Success! Qin, the young lord, was overjoyed and immediately ordered the flying swords to continue the assault. "Wa-ja-you…" "Wa-ja-you…" "Wa-ja-you-jie…" Now that he knew this was a spell, how could Qin simply watch as the other recited it? With his flying swords employing a harassing strategy, he could always interrupt his opponent at the most critical moments. "Next, I'll slice your—well, your—er—er—er—er—er—er—er—er—er—er—er—er—er—er—er—er—er—er—er—er—er—er—er—er—er—er—er—er—er—er—er—er—er—er—er—er—er—er—er—er—er—er—er—er—er—er—er—er—er—er—er—er—er—er—er—er—er—er—er—er— The ice spikes shattered one after another, and the flying sword followed swiftly, successfully piercing the wounds they had created. *Pfft...* Half of the sword's shaft plunged through the witch's abdomen, transfixing him and牢牢 pinning him to the ground. When the ice spikes struck him, his bone staff had already slipped from his hands; upon landing, he immediately grasped the hilt of the sword, trying to pull it free—but to no avail. The flying sword was no ordinary weapon; it obeyed only its master. Qin, the young lord, descended from the heavens, planted one foot firmly on the witch's neck, and smiled, "How about that? Have you now witnessed the prowess of a cultivator? As a Chinese, I'd like to give you this guest a chance at survival—on one condition: you must answer me a question!" "Let's exchange questions," he declared. "Good heavens, exchange questions? Isn't it enough that I'm currently in the upper hand? He kicked the other's shoulder blades in two with a single step, his voice cold. "Do you think you're qualified to negotiate with me? Listen carefully—my question is, who sent you to kill me? Name that person, and I'll consider sparing your life!" Wu Ling gritted his teeth. "Rest assured, I won't tell you. Moreover, what I'm about to say is this—Wu Ling is invincible. So, just stop wasting your efforts!" "Really?" Qin Feng looked down at his wound and indeed, no blood was flowing. He thought, now he's truly done for.