Nie Xuan heard the voice, turned around and glanced at Zhang Ruochen, without moving his foot that was still stepping on Zhang Shaochu's head. A strange smile appeared on his face as he said: "You just said you want to abolish me, everyone heard it, he said he wants to abolish me."

  The disciples around them all burst out laughing, thinking that the two princes of Yunwu State were both idiots.

  Zhang Ruochen was indeed a newborn, but his cultivation had already reached the middle stage of the Xuanxian realm.

  A mid-stage Xuanji Realm martial artist actually claims to be able to defeat a mid-stage Xuanji Realm martial artist, what an idiot.

  Nie Xuan cupped his hands and bowed slightly, saying: "Feng Shixiong, let me help you teach that Ninth Prince a lesson first, what do you think?"

  Facing a mid-term martial artist in the Profound Sky Realm, Feng Zhi Lin didn't even bother to take action himself, standing proudly with a hint of coldness in his eyes, he nodded slightly and said: "Since he's declared that he'll cripple you, shouldn't you be the one to cripple him first?"

  Nie Xuan revealed a clear smile and kicked Zhang Shaochu to the side with one foot, "Fatty pig, get out of the way, this young master will deal with you later."

  Nie Xuan shook his shoulders, and his entire skeleton responded with a rattling sound.

  His footsteps were steady as he walked towards Zhang Ruochen, a smile on his face. "Zhang Ruochen, you're not going to cripple me, are you? I'm standing right in front of you now, come and do it."

  The students surrounding Zhang Ruochen all retreated to one side, revealing a look of watching a good show.

  Zhang Ruochen glanced slightly at Zhang Shaochu, only to see Zhang Shaochu lying on the ground, vigorously shaking his head towards Zhang Ruochen, signaling him to endure for a while.

  Endure a little and there may still be a chance to survive, if you can't endure, today will definitely die miserably.

  Feng Zhi Lin was using the banner of avenging his younger brother, but in reality, he didn't want the elders of the Academy to intervene, and wanted to put Zhang Ruo Chen to death today.

  Zhang Ruochen shook his head at Zhang Shaochu, his eyes becoming even more determined as he looked towards Nie Xuan and said: "Nie Xuan, do you think I should cripple your hands or your legs?"

  Nie Xuan coldly snorted: "You're too arrogant, kid!"

  He no longer chatted with Zhang Ruochen, his foot kicked off, and he suddenly rushed out, reaching a speed of 40 meters per second, as fast as a gust of wind.

  In the Xuanji boundary, the warriors at the extreme position have the greatest advantage of speed far surpassing that of the mid-term warriors in the Xuanji boundary. Before their opponents can even react, they can kill them with a single move.

  However, Zhang Ruochen was no ordinary mid-stage Xuanji Realm warrior. In terms of speed, he wasn't much slower than a mid-level Xuanji Realm warrior.

  At the moment Nie Xuan rushed over, Zhang Ruochen immediately launched a counterattack, slapping out with one palm, and a white jade-like true energy swirled between his fingers, bursting forth with a powerful force.

  "Boom"

  Nie Xuan and Zhang Ruochen exchanged a hard punch, his face changed slightly, only to feel a surge of tremendous power pouring into his arm from Zhang Ruochen's palm, causing his arm to ache with pain.

  Noticing something was amiss, Nie Xuan immediately retreated backward, pulling away from Zhang Ruochen at a distance.

  Nie Xuan's arm trembled slightly in his sleeve, fortunately he had withdrawn his hand in time, otherwise the meridians in his arm would have been severed.

  "What a majestic aura, what level of cultivation is your technique?" Nie Xuan said.

  Feng Zhilin and other students could naturally see that in the previous exchange, Nie Xuan had suffered a significant loss at Zhang Ruochen's hands.

  Nie Xuan's cultivation was something they were all very clear about. Although he had only just broken through to the middle stage of the Mystic Extreme Realm, he was absolutely not a Mystic Extreme Realm mid-stage martial artist that could be matched by anyone else.

  That ninth prince of Yunwu State is actually so powerful

  Feng Zhilin noticed the white jade light flashing in Zhang Ruochen's palm earlier, and a hint of a smile appeared on his face. "It seems interesting, it appears that his cultivation method is indeed extraordinary, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to repel Nie Xuan."

  Zhang Ruochen stared at Nie Xuan and said, "You come try a move on me too."

  As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Ruochen's body was completely tense, like a bowstring pulled to its limit, the true energy inside his body rapidly circulating, and with a simultaneous push of both feet, he shot out like an arrow leaving the string.

  He mobilized all the strength in his bones and muscles, bursting out with full force, and struck out with a single palm.

  "Rampage across the land"

  Nie Xuan just exchanged blows with Zhang Ruochen and suffered a slight loss, no longer daring to underestimate Zhang Ruochen.

  Just as the palm wind was about to hit him, Nie Xuan displayed a top-grade human-level martial skill, the Golden Bone Shattering Finger.

  Nie Xuan stretched out a middle finger, and the true energy in his body surged towards his middle finger. A faint golden light appeared on his fingertips.

  "Adamantine Bone Crushing Fist"

  Nie Xuan's arm seemed to turn into a phantom, pointing out with one finger and striking Zhang Ruochen's palm.

  "Boom"

  One finger and one palm collided, both Nie Xuan and Zhang Ruochen felt extremely uncomfortable, and they both took a step back at the same time.

  Fortunately, Zhang Ruochen cultivated the Jade Pure True Energy, so he was able to withstand Nie Xuan's Golden Bone Breaking Finger. Otherwise, Nie Xuan's previous finger would have been able to pierce through his palm.

  Zhang Ruochen took a step back and immediately counterattacked, his legs pushing off the ground as he leapt seven or eight meters into the air, striking out with one palm.

  "Dragon in the Sky"

  Nie Xuan's fingers were aching and about to split, but he had no choice but to point out another finger and strike Zhang Ruochen's palm once again.

  "Boom"

  Nie Xuan was shocked by the palm force and retreated three steps back.

  Zhang Ruochen's movements were perfectly coordinated, and he immediately threw out his third palm.

  "The Dragon and Elephant Return to the Countryside"

  "Boom"

  Nie Xuan's fingers broke, and a muffled sound came from his mouth as he retreated backward in disarray.

  He stared at Zhang Ruochen from afar, his arm trembling even more violently, the pain in his fingers causing beads of cold sweat to form on his forehead. His middle finger was already broken.

  Actually, Zhang Ruochen was also unbearable, a fiery pain came from his palm, and a drop of fresh blood flowed out from the palm print. He clenched his fist, and blood kept flowing from his five fingers, dripping onto the ground.

  Nie Xuan's combat strength was even stronger than Qing Yu's.

  Huo Xing Wangzi stood in the distance, staring at Nie Xuan and Zhang Ruochen's battle, his eyes growing colder as he said, "He can already contend with a mid-stage Extreme Void Realm cultivator at just the middle stage of the Extreme Void Realm. We cannot let him live any longer, or else he will definitely become a great threat to the four counties."

  Xie Zhaowu stood beside Huo Xing Wangzi and smiled sycophantically: "Your Highness, why worry that Nie Xuan has not yet displayed the true power of a martial artist in the Extreme Realm's extreme position? If he were to display it, Zhang Ruochen might not even be able to withstand a single move."

  Huo Xing Wangzi nodded and said, "A martial artist at the lower level of the Mystic Extreme Realm can condense their blood energy into a beast. A martial artist at the middle level of the Mystic Extreme Realm can condense their blood energy into an army. Once they unleash the power of these two types of bloodlines, it would be easy for Nie Xuan to defeat Zhang Ruochen."

  Xie Zhaowu smiled and said: "Nie Xuan should still have a trump card, and won't easily use these two powers. After all, it's just to deal with a mid-stage Wu Zong realm martial artist."

  All of this was naturally orchestrated by Prince Huo Xing from behind the scenes. He is still a newborn and doesn't have any blood feud with Zhang Ruochen, so he used Feng Zhilin to deal with him instead. All he needs to do is watch the show from behind the scenes.

  Nie Xuan endured the pain transmitted through his fingers and shouted: "A good first move, indeed not an ordinary mid-stage Wudang cultivator can match. Since that's the case, let me show you my newly cultivated low-grade spiritual martial skill - Phantom Hand!"

  Nie Xuan treaded with his feet and swung his hands, his fingers and arms forming a series of phantasms.

  Zhang Ruochen's eyes narrowed, and even with his true energy infused into his eye veins, it was still difficult to see clearly Ning Xuan's moves.

  Helpless, Zhang Ruochen had no choice but to release the spatial domain, a space of thirty meters in diameter, where everything was under his control.

  Borrowing the power of the spatial domain, Zhang Ruochen finally saw clearly Nie Xuan's handprint and incantation.

  "Nie Xuan is a martial artist at the extreme boundary of the Mystic Realm, and with my current cultivation, if I were to engage in a fierce battle with him, I would definitely lose nine out of ten times. I must defeat him before he unleashes his Blood Vessel power, or even cripple him."

  Zhang Ruochen was fully aware of the gap between himself and Nie Xuan, now there was only one chance. If he grasped this move, he would win. If he didn't grasp it, his outcome would be worse than that of Fourth Prince Zhang Shaochu.

  Zhang Ruochen's gaze was fixed tightly on Nie Xuan who was rushing over quickly, with the Time and Space Crystal held in his hand and hidden inside his sleeve.

  "Zhang Ruochen, you can lose to my Phantom Hand, it's already quite impressive." Nie Xuan's face was filled with a crazy smile, as more than ten hand shadows simultaneously struck towards Zhang Ruochen.

  Zhang Ruochen's body flipped to the left with incredible speed, and from the inner space of the Time-Space Crystal, he drew out a one-foot-long Soul-Reaping Scythe.

  With a wave of his arm, the Reaper's sickle sliced through the air, cutting off one of Nie Xuan's illusory shadow hands.

  Blood flashes suddenly

  A bloody hand fell to the ground.

  "Oh my hand"

  Nie Xuan let out a loud cry, covering his wrist that wouldn't stop bleeding, the pain almost causing him to faint.

  Zhang Ruochen would never let go of such a good opportunity. With one kick, he sent Nie Xuan flying over ten meters away.

  Nie Xuan had just thought of standing up, when a heavy foot landed on his chest, causing the bones in his chest to crackle and crunch, as if trying to crush it inward.

  Zhang Ruochen placed the scythe at Nie Xuan's neck and said, "Don't move or else it won't be just cutting off your wrist next time."

  Nie Xuan was furious beyond compare, if it wasn't for Zhang Ruochen suddenly taking out a sickle from his sleeve and cutting off his left hand, how could he possibly lose to a mid-stage Wuzhe in the Xuanji realm?

  "Dare to disable my left hand? You absolutely won't have a good ending today!" Nie Xuan said through gritted teeth.

  In the distance, Feng Zhi Lin and the other disciples finally reacted after a long time, immediately rushing over to surround Zhang Ruo Chen in the center.

  "Wow wow"

  Everyone was in a murderous aura, taking out the true martial treasure-level sword, as if they were going to dismember Zhang Ruochen into eight pieces.

  "Bastard, let go of Nie Xuan immediately!" A student held a war knife and pointed it at Zhang Ruochen's chest. With just one more stretch forward, he could break open Zhang Ruochen's chest.

  Zhang Ruochen sneered and placed the scythe at Nie Xuan's neck, saying: "Whoever dares to move, I'll cut off his head."

  "Believe it or not, I'll be the first one to smash this fat pig's head"

  Feng Zhi Lin grasped Zhang Shao Chu's neck and dragged him in front of Zhang Ruo Chen.

  Feng Zhi Lin turned the true energy, with a sly smile on his face, and pressed his palm on Zhang Shaochu's head, saying: "Zhang Ruocheng, don't you immediately release Nie Xuan and put down the sickle in your hand. Do you really think I dare not kill him?

  Zhang Shaochu was frightened, his whole body trembling, and his lips chattering, saying: "Jiuxiao brother, don't bother with me, if you let Nie Xuan go, you will definitely die"

  "Slap"

  Feng Zhi Lin's five fingers merged together, forming a palm knife that chopped down and broke the bones of Zhang Shaochu's right arm.

  "Ah"

  Zhang Shao let out a miserable cry, his face contorted in agony, his whole body drenched in sweat, even his lips turned dark black.