232: My dear disciple, take it out.

However, the five-colored flowing light shield was like an unshakeable divine mountain, blocking all attacks from the three Nascent Soul Old Monsters.

Just as the four of them were in a stalemate, Madam Wen, who had been observing from the sidelines, made her move.

Without any warning, her figure seemed to merge into the Void Realm. The next moment, a sword light, as fine as a strand of hair yet incredibly sharp, pierced out of thin air from an extremely tricky angle.

That sword light was silent, yet it contained a terrifying Sword Intent capable of severing the Divine Soul, actually piercing directly through the Yuan Magnetic Divine Light!

"Chirp!"

With a soft sound, a tiny crack was torn open in the five-colored light shield.

Ling Yuling's heart sank abruptly, and a sense of fatal danger instantly enveloped her mind.

She wanted to dodge, but it was already too late.

That sword thread was faster than her reaction limit.

Just as the sword thread was about to pierce through her glabella and shatter her Divine Soul, a bizarre scene occurred.

The sword thread, containing supreme killing intent, vanished into thin air as if it had never appeared, less than half an inch from Ling Yuling's glabella.

Only a wisp of cold Sword Qi grazed her cheek, carrying a few strands of black hair.

Ling Yuling's pupils constricted, and a layer of cold sweat instantly broke out on her back.

She subconsciously glanced at Lin Feng beside her, only to see him still looking calm and unconcerned, as if nothing had happened.

But Ling Yuling knew that Green Brother had made his move.

The purpose of coming here to test her strength had been achieved.

She no longer lingered in battle. The Yuan Magnetic Divine Light around her suddenly expanded outwards, forcing Barbarian Hu and the other two back half a step.

Taking advantage of this opening, her figure flickered, sweeping up Lin Feng and Purple Spirit, and transforming into a streak of light, retreating towards the Han Li Terrace behind them.

"Trying to run?"

Barbarian Hu roared, about to give chase.

Meanwhile, Wan Tianming, who was watching the battle from the Han Li Terrace, saw this scene of the three retreating into the Restriction Formation, and a resolute, fierce glint flashed in his eyes.

He couldn't wait any longer!

He didn't know when a simple Formation Plate had appeared in his hand, and he fiercely poured all his magical power into it!

"Rise!"

A low shout.

On the ground of the entire Han Li Terrace, countless profound runes suddenly lit up, and a massive spatial force erupted with a roar!

But that power was not directed at the four Demonic Path cultivators rushing over; instead, it precisely enveloped Ling Yuling and the other two who had just retreated onto the terrace!

"Not good!"

As soon as Ling Yuling landed, she detected the terrifying fluctuations of the Restriction beneath her feet and was about to forcefully break through with the Yuan Magnetic Divine Light.

A warm palm gently pressed on her wrist.

It was Lin Feng.

He subtly shook his head at Ling Yuling.

Ling Yuling's vigilance and killing intent instantly subsided; she chose to trust Lin Feng unconditionally.

The next moment, the space beneath their feet rapidly twisted, forming a swirling vortex that completely swallowed their figures, making them disappear from their original spot.

This sudden turn of events made the four Demonic Path cultivators who were rushing over stop in their tracks.

Barbarian Hu looked at the empty Han Li Terrace, then at the sneering Wan Tianming, first stunned, then burst into mockery.

"Wan Tianming! I really underestimated you!"

"As expected of someone from the Righteous Path, your skill at stabbing people in the back is truly decisive and practiced! Hahaha!"

Wan Tianming ignored his mockery. He put away the Formation Plate, flicked his horsetail whisk, and a hypocritical smile hung on his face.

"Madam Wen, Fellow Daoists, what do you say?"

He looked at the Demonic Path cultivators and slowly spoke, "Should we first join forces to completely kill this Star Palace girl, or should we first discuss the distribution of this void sky cauldron?"

Old Ancestor Extreme Yin and Qing Yi Hermit exchanged glances, both harboring ulterior motives.

They originally intended to join forces with Madam Wen to first force back these three from the Righteous Path, and the four of them would monopolize the void sky cauldron.

However, Madam Wen's reaction exceeded everyone's expectations.

She showed no interest in the giant cauldron suspended in the ground fire; her cold eyes were fixed solely on the spot where Ling Yuling had disappeared.

"I'll go into the Restriction and kill her."

Madam Wen's voice was cold and emotionless, "As for the void sky cauldron, you can distribute it among yourselves."

As her words fell, her entire being transformed into a brilliant sword light, and she plunged into the spatial vortex without hesitation, giving chase.

Watching her disappearing back, the remaining Nascent Soul Old Monsters looked at each other.

This Dao Companion of Six Paths Paragon was indeed a sword fanatic who only recognized one truth.

In the end, it was Qing Yi Hermit, the peacemaker, who stepped forward, fanning himself with his feather fan.

"Hehe, since Madam Wen has no interest in the precious cauldron, there's no need for us to hurt each feelings."

He smiled and suggested, "How about we six join forces to first retrieve this void sky cauldron, and then each rely on our own means, how about that?"

"Distribute? Distribute my ass!"

Barbarian Hu's large foot stomped heavily on the ground, producing a piercing clang.

He glared at Wan Tianming and roared in a booming voice, "Wan Tianming, don't try that with me! You and I will fight first; whoever loses gets out and isn't allowed to participate!"

Wan Tianming sneered at his words.

"Barbarian Hu, you fool."

He mocked unceremoniously, "You were just injured by Fairy Ling, your Origin Qi has not recovered. Do you still dare to fight me now?"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone, and his tone became playful.

"Besides, do you all truly believe that this void sky cauldron is so easy to obtain?"

He pointed to the three golden silk cicadas in the ground fire, whose light was dim and were almost exhausted.

"My three golden silk cicadas have been pulling with all their might for most of the day, yet the void sky cauldron hasn't budged an inch. Can any of you produce Spirit Beasts more suitable for pulling the cauldron than golden silk cicadas?"

At these words, Barbarian Hu's and Qing Yi Hermit's expressions both darkened.

They looked towards the depths of the ground fire and indeed saw the three golden silk cicadas tightly wrapped around the precious cauldron with golden threads, yet they were dangling precariously, clearly at the end of their tether.

Their brows furrowed. Although they had also prepared Spirit Beasts for pulling the cauldron, their grade was indeed not as good as Wan Tianming's golden silk cicadas.

For a time, the atmosphere once again fell into a stalemate.

Just then, Barbarian Hu's peripheral vision noticed Old Ancestor Extreme Yin, who had been silently standing by.

This old ghost actually showed a hint of hesitation on his face.

"Extreme Yin!"

Barbarian Hu's booming voice suddenly rang out, "You old ghost, looking constipated, do you perhaps have a solution?"

Old Ancestor Extreme Yin was startled, secretly cursing this barbarian for his loose tongue.

He had originally intended to rely on Han Li's Blood Jade Spider to quietly pull out the cauldron and take the lion's share for himself.

But in the current situation, with five Nascent Soul Old Monsters present, there was no way he could monopolize it.

If he continued to hide it, he would likely become the target of everyone.

His thoughts raced, and he immediately made a decision.

A voice as faint as a mosquito entered Barbarian Hu's ear.

"Brother Man, this old man does have a way. But once the cauldron is pulled up, this old man must be allowed to choose three treasures from within first!"

A sharp glint flashed in Barbarian Hu's eyes. Without thinking, he immediately transmitted his reply.

"Good! I promise you!"

Receiving the affirmative reply, Old Ancestor Extreme Yin's heart settled, and the gloomy look on his face also eased considerably.

He slowly turned around, his sinister gaze, hidden beneath black Qi, fell on the young man in green robes at the very back, who had been trying his best to lower his presence.

"Good disciple."

Old Ancestor Extreme Yin's voice echoed in the deathly silent square, carrying a chilling intimacy.

"Bring out your Blood Jade Spider!"