The night skies were like water, and the moon was bright.

In the face of five Xiantian Martial Ancestors, Su Yi took out his wine gourd and brazenly took a swig.

“Drinking beneath the moon, the dance of combat. What could be more joyous?” Su Yi flung the empty gourd to the side, then smiled, a hint of wildness in the depths of his gaze.

“Pride comes before the fall. What a pity.” The beautiful, elegant Madam Paulownia Blossom sighed.

“What pity? Let’s kill him first!” The Yang Ardent Daoist bellowed. He was the first to charge into the fray.

His hair and beard were sparse, and he was aged and decrepit, like a candle flickering in the wind. However, he had the most explosive temper of the group, and when he attacked, his figure blazed like a freshly-lit furnace, stirring up searing currents of flame.

Boom!

He stepped forward and slapped, attacking through the air.

Dazzling crimson xiantian qi shone between his fingers, like divine flames, unbridled and explosive.

The Crimson Yang Palm Imprint!

This was a martial art as profound as a Daoist Magic. The palm blazed like the sun, with enough heat to incinerate mountains, boil seas, and melt rocks.

As the palm imprint flew through the air, it lit up the night sky like the rise of a blazing sun, illuminating both heaven and earth and burning the nearby vegetation to cinders.

Situ Gong’s eyelids twitched. He could tell at a glance that the Yang Ardent Daoist had gone all out. He was attacking to kill, without holding anything out.

He obviously saw Su Yi as his mortal foe!

This was a life-or-death battle. It didn’t matter what your cultivation was, or what your background was. You just struck like lightning and got it over with. 

How terrifying! Wen Zhongyuan and the others watched from the Daoist temple. The firelight was dazzling, and they couldn’t remain calm.

This was the might of a Xiantian Martial Ancestor. Every movement transcended Grandmasters, and they possessed innate “xiantian” power. They were endlessly close to Earthly Immortals!

“As paltry as the glow of a firefly.” Su Yi’s gaze was tranquil. It was only when the palm imprint drew near that he waved his hand.

Boom!

A burst of power emblazoned with the charm of the Grand Dao swept forth. It seemed light and effortless, but...