Who is this man? With a single strike, he shattered Nie Chenfeng's Five Treasures. And it took only an instant.

Fang Ru vaguely guessed who it was, but he wasn't certain. After dismantling the Five Treasures and injuring Nie Chenfeng, the figure finally revealed himself. Dressed in green robes, with a face that possessed a touch of handsomeness, an air of indolence, a long, fair hand gripping a sword, and a wine gourd held in the left.

Lu Yuan! When the one who effortlessly broke Nie Chenfeng's Five Treasures appeared, everyone recognized him: Lu Yuan of Huashan’s Northern Peak. It was widely rumored that Lu Yuan of the Northern Peak was immensely powerful; during the siege of Huashan by the hundred thousand demons, he had achieved astounding feats.

Yet, no one had anticipated Lu Yuan’s strength reached this level—to dismantle Nie Chenfeng’s Five Treasures with just a few casual swords strokes. Upon landing, Lu Yuan first bowed to Fang Ru: "Martial Uncle Fang, you expended nearly all your spiritual power assisting me just now. To be temporarily unable to defeat this Nie Chenfeng is my fault as your junior nephew.

Allow me to handle this man and see if we on the Northern Peak have any substance left, lest this outsider mock Huashan." Of course, Lu Yuan was speaking nonsense. His spiritual power had remained above ninety percent, never dipping below. He certainly hadn't needed Fang Ru to transfer power to him.

He only said this so everyone would understand that Fang Ru’s previous loss wasn't due to a lack of skill, but merely insufficient spiritual energy reserves. Fang Ru was no ordinary Sword Immortal; he was the Lord of the Northern Peak, and this involved the Peak’s reputation. Fang Ru intended to refute him, but considering Lu Yuan's nature, it was indeed like him.

However, since becoming Peak Lord, out of consideration for the overall situation, his formerly rigid and inflexible temperament had softened somewhat. For the sake of the Northern Peak’s honor, he could only accept this credit Lu Yuan was trying to bestow upon him. The others knew perfectly well Lu Yuan was fabricating things, but since only those few people were directly involved, as long as Lu Yuan defeated Nie Chenfeng, the Northern Peak's honor would be salvaged by Lu Yuan’s declaration.

Having managed this, Lu Yuan nonchalantly turned his gaze to Nie Chenfeng: "Then, Martial Uncle Nie, I must ask for your guidance." "I hear Martial Uncle Nie's Kunlun magic treasures are formidable." "Could those just now have been that pile of scrap iron? That last bunch wasn't enough for your junior nephew to play with." "I hope Martial Uncle Nie does not disappoint me." "Or perhaps the Kunlun Immortal Sect relies solely on scrap iron for..." "Ah, Martial Uncle, rest assured. Today I certainly won't crush you utterly, I'll just beat you until you're scrambling on the ground for your teeth." "Of course, if you are picking teeth off the ground, it must be because I carelessly slipped up.

I certainly didn't expect Martial Uncle to be unable to withstand even a few moves from his junior nephew. In that case, my apologies." Lu Yuan stated this with an air of utter sincerity. This… was truly an unusual level of candor.

These words nearly caused a riot of laughter. Everyone not connected to the Kunlun Immortal Sect was practically collapsing with mirth. This was instant karma catching up fast.

Just moments ago, Nie Chenfeng boasted of thoroughly humiliating Fang Ru and gravely damaging the Northern Peak’s prestige. But now, the one being severely shamed was Nie Chenfeng, and by extension, Kunlun. Everyone had clearly witnessed the casual few swords that shattered all five of Nie Chenfeng’s treasures.

Nie Chenfeng’s face cycled between pale green and red. He looked at Lu Yuan: "Good. Very good...

I will ensure you meet a crushing defeat." This Nie Demon-Wind was still spewing arrogant words, even though everyone had seen his Five Treasures broken. As others thought this, Nie Chenfeng summoned a magic treasure. The moment this treasure was deployed, a large banner flapped violently, bearing a single, immense character: 'Yin' ().

This was the Profound Yin Poison Gathering Banner. In Kunlun’s past, there was a True Lord of Seven Treasures named Zhao Qiuyi. This True Lord was also an unparalleled figure, the foremost expert in the Jin State over three thousand years ago, remaining undefeated for several centuries.

This True Lord possessed seven magic treasures, known as the Seven Treasures of Heaven and Earth. Relying on these seven, he was almost never defeated, losing only once when his power was not yet fully established, at the hands of the second-generation Patriarch of Huashan’s Northern Peak. That single defeat alone cemented his legendary status.

The seven magic treasures of the True Lord included the Profound Yin Poison Gathering Banner. This banner was forged from the soul essence of ten million fierce apes and the foul miasma accumulated over ten millennia deep within the Earth's lung, combined with ten thousand poisons. There were eighty-one such banners in total.

Once unfurled, they unleashed vast torrents of poisonous vapor and surging killing intent. Anything caught beneath their coverage—whether in heaven or hell—could not escape their venomous grasp. It was truly an evil artifact.

For someone from the righteous path of the Immortal Sects to wield such an object would normally invite immense scrutiny, perhaps even punishment from the Elder Council. However, the True Lord of Seven Treasures was so powerful in his time that no one could control him, and thus the evil artifact remained, tacitly accepted by the entire cultivation world of the Jin State as a Kunlun treasure, permissible for even the righteous to use. Nie Chenfeng’s sudden outburst of arrogance now seemed justified; to employ such an evil artifact, one of the Seven Treasures of the Jin State’s foremost expert from antiquity, was astonishing.

As the rolling killing intent and toxic fumes erupted in unison, the very heavens and earth seemed to shake. Everyone present gasped in astonishment, completely unprepared for Nie Chenfeng to use this treasure at this moment. No wonder he dared to declare that Lu Yuan would meet a crushing defeat.

While Lu Yuan was strong, facing Nie Chenfeng wielding this artifact, he might not gain the advantage; the odds seemed tipped towards defeat. "Let these Huashan people witness the might of our Kunlun!" Zhou Changfa, the second-ranked figure in the Kunlun Immortal Sect and a cultivator at the tenth level of Immortality, roared. With a wave of his hand, he summoned a magic treasure.

A massive, white needle-case materialized in his grip. Seeing this case, every single person present sucked in a cold breath. Do you know what this needle-case was?

It was the White Brow Needle-Case. Legend held that it was crafted from the fur of a peak-level Demon-Fiend, a White Fox, which a True Lord of Seven Treasures, who once dominated the Jin State, had forcibly captured. The needles were called White Brow Needles.

This case contained thirty-three thousand six hundred and fifty-nine such needles. If even one struck a person, it would travel against the blood flow, piercing directly into the heart-orifice—incomparably lethal. Likewise, this treasure was one of the True Lord of Seven Treasures' Seven.

"Heh heh, if you want a fight, then come! Let us see how formidable this other one is," roared Gao Ming, the third-ranked figure in the Kunlun Immortal Sect. He tossed his head back, and a beam of white light appeared, hovering in the sky, slowly coalescing into a diagram.

This diagram was named the Myriad Sword Formation Diagram, also one of the Seven Treasures of the True Lord of Seven Treasures. The True Lord had incorporated countless sword techniques into this formation diagram, transforming it into a single schematic. Once deployed against an opponent, the Myriad Sword Formation Diagram would instantly trap them, containing ten thousand sword techniques that would attack the enemy, hacking them to death within its confines.

"A mere junior from Huashan dares to oppose us?" shouted Yue He, the fourth figure of the Kunlun Immortal Sect. Above his head, a multi-colored diagram appeared, gradually taking shape. In days past, Zhao Qiuyi, the True Lord of Seven Treasures, possessed an array called the Thirteen Evil Gates.

These Gates tested one’s desires, six demonic temptations of the lust realm, invading the mind's shadows, luring one towards damnation—this was the so-called Thirteen Evil Gates. This diagram was the array schematic for the Thirteen Evil Gates; even bringing the full array was impossible, but moving this diagram alone held extraordinary power. "Seeking death.

Utterly seeking death," Yu Xiongtian, the fifth figure of the Kunlun Immortal Sect, laughed heartily. He summoned a spirit sword. Faint forms of a dragon and a leopard circled the blade without dispersing.

A dragon is no common thing; only one spirit sword at this stage manifests the shadow of a dragon—the Heavenly Dragon Sound Transformation Spirit Sword. Once the Heavenly Dragon Sound Transformation Spirit Sword was used, its speed reached the speed of sound. That’s right, the speed of sound.

This was merely the sword's minimum speed. It was rumored that with greater spiritual power, the speed became even faster, ultimately reaching an incredible velocity, capable of slaying men and gods alike. This sword, too, was one of the True Lord of Seven Treasures' Seven.

The Kunlun Immortal Sect currently had six members present. The last one did not possess any particularly prized magic treasure. However, the preceding five were highly valued within their sect, possessing strong backing, and even designated successors for the next generation of sect masters.

Thus, their usual magic treasures were already exceptional. This time, because Kunlun wished to make a significant display before the other Immortal Sects, they were bestowed with five magic treasures of this caliber. The Profound Yin Poison Gathering Banner, the thirty-three thousand six hundred and fifty-nine White Brow Needles, the Myriad Sword Formation Diagram, the Thirteen Evil Gates Array Diagram, and the Heavenly Dragon Sound Transformation Spirit Sword.

These five artifacts were five of the seven treasures wielded by the True Lord of Seven Treasures, Zhao Qiuyi, when he dominated the world three millennia ago. Considering these five artifacts, they were enough to make people’s faces pale and shake the very earth three thousand years ago. And now, all five artifacts had been summoned.

Each magic treasure radiated its own distinct treasure light. The more powerful the treasure, the stronger the light. The light from these five artifacts shot straight into the heavens.

Everyone had witnessed Lu Yuan shatter Nie Chenfeng's cherished treasures with a single sword just moments ago, and they recalled Lu Yuan's actions during the siege of Huashan by the hundred thousand demons. Consequently, these five figures showed no restraint, unleashing their most potent methods, activating the relics inherited from their predecessor from over three millennia ago, and directing them all at Lu Yuan. Nie Chenfeng laughed heartily, looking at Lu Yuan: "Lu Yuan, have you now witnessed the strength and potential of our Kunlun Immortal Sect?" "Those who offend our Kunlun Immortal Sect will only meet defeat, and be utterly disgraced." "You, Lu Yuan, originally only intended to severely humiliate Fang Ru." "But now, we will severely humiliate both you and Fang Ru." "Lu Yuan, you have been famous for long, achieving success young.

Now, it is time for your ship to sink," Nie Chenfeng stated fiercely. He felt an overwhelming sense of vindication; what did it matter that Lu Yuan had defeated him with one sword earlier? Now, he had produced five ancestral relics.

Magic treasures, after all, were graded. There was a classification from Level One to Level Nine, with Level One being the lowest and Level Nine the highest. Nie Chenfeng’s previous treasures were, at best, Level Four artifacts.

But those now being summoned were Level Eight artifacts, only one level shy of the maximum Level Nine. The difference between a Level Four treasure and a Level Eight treasure was immense beyond measure. Since the Kunlun Immortal Sect specialized in artifacts, Nie Chenfeng fully understood the gulf between them.