The night was deep.

The Xuanyin Sect was shrouded in silence, only occasionally disturbed by the sound of the wind, gently brushing past ancient buildings and tranquil courtyards.

Just then, a deafening roar suddenly exploded, like a thunderbolt tearing through the calm.

"Su Xinghe, come out and face your death!" Xu Wendong’s voice was brimming with endless anger and determination, resonating throughout the skies of the Xuanyin Sect.

The sound wave was like a tangible impact, carrying a terrifying pressure, surging towards the depths of Xuanyin Sect in waves.

Ye Qiu, who was waiting for fate’s arrangement inside the house, suddenly stopped her steps, her actions coming to an abrupt halt.

Her eyes widened instantly, a hint of uncontrollable disbelief flashing within.

That familiar voice struck her heart like a lightning bolt.

She instinctively looked up, gazing at the dark night sky outside the window, her heart filled with mixed emotions, excitement and worry surging like tides.

"Xu Wendong... Why is he here?!" Her lips trembled slightly as she muttered to herself, her voice full of shock and unease.

At the same moment, the Xuanyin Sect erupted into chaos.

Countless disciples in cultivation were startled awake by the angry roar, rushing out from cultivation rooms and chambers, disheveled and panicked.

In the blink of an eye, the square and pathways were crowded with people, all looking up at the night sky, eyes filled with astonishment and vigilance.

A tall figure was seen standing in the air, his billowing robe dancing wildly in the night wind like a waving battle flag.

His gaze, like lightning, seemed to penetrate the darkness, reaching straight into people’s hearts—it was Xu Wendong.

"Who dares to act recklessly in my Xuanyin Sect! Tired of living?" A voice full of anger and disdain suddenly echoed, breaking the brief silence.

The next moment.

A Golden Core disciple swiftly emerged from the crowd, wearing the distinctive clothing of the Xuanyin Sect, his sword at his waist making a crisp sound as he moved.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared before Xu Wendong, and with a "swoosh," the longsword unsheathed, its sharp tip directly pointing at Xu Wendong, emanating a chilling cold intent.

"A mere Foundation Establishment ant dares to call the name of the Third Elder, courting death!" His voice was sharp and piercing, filled with the contempt and arrogance of someone superior.

Xu Wendong’s expression was calm, yet his gaze was as cold as frost.

He glanced at the Golden Core disciple indifferently, his eyes full of disdain, his tone dripping with ridicule: "Ant? You dare call me an ant?"

These few words were like a sharp dagger, stabbing straight into the Golden Core disciple’s pride.

Upon hearing this, the Golden Core disciple’s face turned as dark as ink, his eyes bulging, burning with furious anger.

As an Inner Sect disciple of the Xuanyin Sect, with his cultivation at the Golden Core Middle Stage, he was usually revered in the sect, admired wherever he went; when had he ever been so belittled and humiliated?

"Arrogant!"

Unable to contain his anger, he roared, his spiritual power surging like mad waves, instantly gathering onto his longsword.

He swung his arm fiercely, the longsword slicing through the air with fierce momentum, creating a flash of cold light.

In an instant.

A sword qi, as long as several meters, carrying the shrieking wind, rushed towards Xu Wendong’s chest like a lightning strike.

Where the sword qi passed, the air seemed to be torn apart by invisible hands, producing sharp, piercing shrieks, shaking the surrounding space.

Yet, in the face of this seemingly deadly strike, Xu Wendong appeared unmoved.

He didn’t even raise an eyelid, his expression as tranquil as if watching an insignificant performance.

As the sword qi was about to hit him, he slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers slightly spread, moving with the gentleness of swatting a trivial fly.

"Snap!"

A crisp sound that seemed exceptionally loud in the quiet night sky suddenly resounded.

The formidable sword qi, under Xu Wendong’s casual flick, shattered like fragile glass, turning into countless specks of starlight, dissipating into the vast night sky.

And the Golden Core disciple, still maintaining his attack posture, hadn’t yet wiped the anger and arrogance from his face, was instantly enveloped by a powerful invisible force.

His body, under the impact of this force, burst apart like paper.

Flesh flew, turning into a thick blood mist, slowly drifting in the night wind, leaving only broken clothes and weapons, floating powerlessly in the breeze.

Deathly silent!

Deathly tranquility!

Inside the Xuanyin Sect, all the disciples stood frozen as if under an immobilization spell.

Their eyes were wide open, filled with deep fear and disbelief.

Everyone’s gaze was fixed on the floating figure, as if witnessing the most unbelievable spectacle in the world.

A Golden Core Period expert, considered a strong figure in the Cultivation World, was so effortlessly turned into a blood mist by a Foundation Establishment Cultivator?

This was simply unbelievable, yet it had truly happened right before their eyes.

"How...how is this possible!" A disciple’s voice trembled greatly, as if gripped by fear, barely squeezing out a few words, his voice full of terror and trembling.

"Is he...is he really at the Foundation Establishment Stage?" Another disciple muttered, eyes filled with doubt and deep fear, his lips trembling slightly, seemingly unable to accept this absurd and bizarre scene.

Others were also stunned, their faces showing terrified expressions, each looking at Xu Wendong with eyes full of deep shock.

Despite witnessing this breathtaking scene personally, deep down, they still couldn’t accept this reality.

This completely overturned their years of understanding of realms and power, leaving them in deep confusion and fear.

Xu Wendong hovered in the air, his clothes fluttering; his gaze, like a tangible blade, slowly swept over the densely packed Xuanyin Sect disciples below.

His tone was cold and indifferent, each word carrying millennial frost: "Who else wants to court death?"

His voice wasn’t loud, yet it seemed to carry endless pressure, like a heavy hammer, pounding on everyone’s hearts.

Disciples who initially wanted to pounce forward and attack, now lowered their heads, not daring to meet his lightning-like gaze.

As if meeting those eyes would allow the cold intent within to consume them.

Just then, a deep and authoritative voice came from the depths of the sect: "Which junior dares to act recklessly in my Xuanyin Sect!"

With the voice’s emergence, a figure slowly walked out from deep within the sect.

That person wore a purple robe, with a stern face, an imposing air radiating between his brows.

His aura was as thick as a mountain, clearly a Nascent Soul Stage expert!