A magnificent sword streaked toward Qin Feng. With the upper hand secured, Tao Hua's heart swelled with delight. At the same time, he formed a finger seal—aiming for a dual attack to finish off his opponent in one move. His originally graceful hand, now transformed, radiated a powerful surge of spiritual energy. Instantly, a dragon of fire erupted, and the surrounding air instantly became scorching hot. Man, was this the Three-Taste True Fire? The flames were a pale purple—definitely no ordinary fire. Qin Feng quickly strengthened his spiritual energy shield while simultaneously bursting five high-level fire dragon incantations. Five ordinary fire dragons, visibly larger than usual, collided with the purple one, trembling as they met. Yet, clearly no match for the purple dragon, the five were swiftly consumed. The purple dragon, undeterred, continued its advance toward him. Ice spears and boulders surged forward, finally slowing the beast's momentum and dulling its once-vivid hue. Since the tactics proved effective, he didn't hesitate—crushing the six scrolls in his left hand. Flame guns and lightning strikes rained down upon the purple fire dragon. "Hmph. Trivial maneuvers at best. If the Three-Flavor True Fire were that easy to handle, it wouldn't be called Three-Flavor True Fire at all," Tao Xia remarked with a sniff. Boom— The dragon exploded in splinters, hurling Qin Shao backward. Despite deploying over a dozen scrolls and two spells, he still couldn't hold it off. No way—wasn't this too much? He clearly sensed that Tao Xia's prowess surpassed Qingya's. At that moment, the dragon itself, restless and eager, called out: "Qin Feng, you're acting like a fool! Why aren't you unleashing your ultimate technique? Are you holding back your hammer for a smaller one? What's the point of being polite to him?" Good heavens—could you not just stay out of the way and fan the flames? And "holding back your hammer for a smaller one"? But that is indeed a solid idea. Brother just mastered the first technique of the Haotian Hammer and now he's perfectly suited to practice it on Tao Xiang—free coaching isn't something you come across every day. With a thought, he summoned the hammer from his storage amulet and stepped onto the flying sword, pointing it at his opponent. "Hahahaha! Your weapon is a hammer? That's terrible!" Tao Xiang laughed loudly, his right hand instinctively lifting his fan-like fingers again. "I've seen people use axes, swords, spears, and halberds—never a hammer before. Okay, using a hammer is fine, but could you at least have a nicely designed one? Is this one you stole from the blacksmith's shop?" You're a sissy—go ahead and take your turn. He smoothly channeled his spiritual energy into the hammer's handle, speaking each word clearly. "One strike, and break the sky." "Tao Hua brother couldn't help but burst out laughing again: 'You claim to crack the sky with a single blow—what a shameless boast! Well then, I'll take on the role of heaven itself and see how you manage to shatter me. Come on, let me show you just how a true immortal defends!' True immortal. Good heavens, I've finally confirmed it—your allies have been working behind the scenes all along, you smug little thing! You'll just have to wait and see, because I'm not letting this effeminate fellow off the hook. Swish—' The Hao Tian hammer transformed into a streak of dark light, and Tao Hua's wide, bright eyes instantly widened. Though he was a rather delicate true immortal, a 'cushion' among the immortals, he had still ascended step by step from a regular cultivator. Even in terms of speed, he immediately sensed the exceptional nature of this hammer. He quickly summoned his flying sword, positioning it across his body to form a defensive barrier. Thud— The dark light struck the magnificent flying sword with tremendous force, producing a deafening crash. Pfft... Tao Xiang expelled a stream of blood as his flying sword was severely deformed by the impact. The Haotian Hammer continued its momentum, striking hard against his spiritual force shield. Pfft... Another gush of blood, and his body lost control, plummeting down and landing on the ground in a disheveled mess. "How is this possible," he gasped, struggling to rise, but failing. His pristine robe, now stained with mud, left him looking utterly defeated. Lin Caiwei, excited, gently shook Qingya's arm, "Feng brother has truly won! The Haotian Hammer is indeed formidable." "Of course! Otherwise, how could I have chosen him as my shield? Is Qingya ever someone who simply misses her targets?" the elegant Inspector declared, as if personally claiming a significant achievement. Yet, immediately, another thought arose in her mind—this person had managed to defeat Chen Jie. That meant she wasn't even his match anymore. Relief washed over her—she was so glad she hadn't clashed with him earlier, or else she would have surely been at a disadvantage. On one hand, she felt fortunate; on the other, she couldn't help but feel dissatisfied. Now, she'd have to act according to Qin Feng's whims—what a pity! Qin Feng was thrilled with his victory: "Peach-blossom boy, now you see my strength, don't you? Really, you're quite impressive for someone with such modest abilities." Brother Peach looked deeply distressed, gritting his teeth and asking, "What level are you?" "As you've already noticed, I'm at the lower tier of Yuan Sheng period," he replied cheerfully. With the strength of a lower-tier Yuan Sheng, defeating a junior True Immortal was truly a source of pride—precisely because it made him look impressive, he spoke the truth. Tuòcháo Brother's face twisted once again: "It's impossible. The chasm between cultivators and true immortals is unbridgeable. A cultivator absolutely cannot defeat a true immortal. Impossible. I don't believe it..." He shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands out, saying, "Whatever you say—facts are facts. Can it be that the one getting beaten is me? Of course, if you're willing to face that embarrassment, I have no choice but to accept it. Ha ha." "Qín, we'll never see eye to eye." Tuòcháo Brother was truly furious. Honestly, right now he looks far from a typical effeminate man—don't know what you've been eating since childhood. Do your family members even know you're this delicate? "If you want to seek revenge, just let me know." He continued to smile pleasantly. "But first, you'll have to recover from your injuries. I simply won't fight someone who's still injured—too out of character, and frankly, rather effeminate himself." "Qingya saw the shield working and strode forward confidently, adding more fuel to the fire: "Chen Jie, now you understand why I don't like you, don't you? You can't even defeat a True Saint-level cultivator—what do you think you'll be able to do to protect me in the future?" Tao Chao broke down in tears: "I may not be able to protect you personally, but my family can. In the Celestial Realm, who doesn't give our Chen family a bit of face? Yaya, I'll do my best—will you give me one more chance, please?" Oh, what a hopeless fellow! You must have never heard of the saying that 'men shed blood but never tears'—ahem. To call you a man is truly an insult to the very word. You're more of a 'military dandy' than anything. The beautiful Inspector scowled: "Can a family really protect you for life? Yet you still insist on asking for another chance? Very well—counting on the fact that we've grown up together, I'll give you one more chance, as long as you can defeat Xiao Feng. Then I'll reconsider your standing." As for Qin