Enemy attack.

Even without Tai Hao’s reminder, everyone present instantly prepared for battle.

Two balls of flame appeared in Kuang Ranhuo's hands. Anboli, Zhan Lu, and Chi Xiao drew their swords.

Wang Hu transformed into a Thunder Wolf, his body covered in pale fur shimmering with electricity.

Ding Zhens嗣's【山海·夔牛】(Shan Hai·Kui Niu) mech roared to life, its right hand gripping the【虫鸣】(Chong Ming) high-frequency cutting blade, and its left hand holding the circular shield removed from the【山海·虎蛟】(Shan Hai·Hu Jiao).

"Twelve o'clock, directly ahead, two kilometers!"

Zhi Ming, a member of the 【机巧】(Ji Qiao) Guild, shouted loudly. The drones he had sent out were being destroyed one by one at an extremely fast rate, losing contact.

Zheng, zheng, zheng, zheng!

A series of piercing sounds rang out. Four flying swords of different shapes came at high speed from beyond visual range.

They were so fast that even the group could only see afterimages.

Boom—

Kuang Ranhuo threw out two fireballs, which rapidly expanded in the air, detonating and deflecting the flight paths of two of the flying swords.

Anboli also used the 【潮汐使者】(Chao Xi Shi Zhe) scimitar to pick up a piece of rubble from the ground and casually strike it, using the Tide Bringer's area-of-effect attack.

He damaged the other two flying swords from a distance, knocking them away.

Pfft.

The sound of a blade piercing flesh rang out.

Zhi Ming stared blankly at his chest.

A concealed, dim blade, as thin as a razor, had easily pierced through his chest—this sword, taking advantage of the cover provided by the other flying swords and concealing its trail, had actually deceived Tai Hao's vigilance.

It had completed a fatal blow on Zhi Ming, who was the weakest among them.

Zhi Ming's body disappeared from the spot, but the others had no time to worry.

At the end of their line of sight, more than twenty figures came rushing towards them, all wearing ancient Eastern attire—or rather, alien attire that exhibited similar characteristics to that of the ancient East in the real world.

Scholars, Daoists, monks, disciples of the demonic sects.

“…”

Tai Hao's gaze focused on four of them. A certain characteristic shared by all experts allowed him to instantly lock onto the leader of the group.

"Hoo."

Dan Chenzi, who had arrived rapidly on a flying sword, suddenly stopped in mid-air a hundred meters away.

He looked down at Tai Hao and the others with a blank expression and said in perfect Earth language, "Stop your pointless resistance.

If you withdraw from the competition now, you can still leave safely and alive.

There's no need to continue fighting.

You should all be the strongest in your respective worlds, right?

If you all die here, the various natural disasters in your worlds will be left unresolved, causing even greater losses."

"...Isn't it a little too late to say that now?"

Tai Hao narrowed his eyes into slits, silently activating the *Ten Heavenly Stems and Twelve Earthly Branches* technique, ready to strike at any moment. "If someone has to withdraw from the competition, why not you?"

"...Sigh."

Dan Chenzi sighed deeply, a sense of regret inexplicably rising in his heart.

His world had been planning for today for a long time.

They had made long and painful great sacrifices, and made detailed and full preparations.

This was an unequal and unfair war. The chances of victory for these so-called Earth powerhouses were far too slim.

"Since that's the case,"

Dan Chenzi, stepping on the flying sword, silently clenched his fist. The four swords scattered in different positions buzzed, flying to Dan Chenzi's back, slowly rotating like lotus petals.

Even the hairpin sword bound in the miniature cyclone broke free from Tai Hao's control and flew back into the lotus sword formation.

"Then..."

Dan Chenzi slightly opened his hand, and the lotus sword formation bloomed behind him, the rotating sword tips facing and angled downwards towards Tai Hao and the others.

"Die."

The lotus sword formation, composed of five swords, suddenly expanded.

Accompanied by harsh words, the five longswords shot down from above.

Tai Hao, who had already gathered his energy, retreated violently, blasting out a lifelike, misty dragon composed of rich clouds.

The dragon opened its bloody maw, biting one of the blades,

Its tail flicked, cooperating with the fireballs blasted out by Kuang Ranhuo and Anboli's chop, knocking away the other four swords.

Wang Hu in Thunder Wolf form howled, his four feet continuously stomping on the wall, reversing course to leap towards Dan Chenzi, who was stepping on the flying sword.

Lightning-flashing wolf claws, with sharp, knife-like barbs, popped out in mid-air.

Faced with the Thunder Wolf, Dan Chenzi remained calm, lightly tapping his foot, his figure floating upwards lightly.

The flying sword under his feet shot out, hitting the Thunder Wolf's chest, blasting it away.

It didn't penetrate…

Dan Chenzi frowned slightly. In his expectations, this sword should have pierced straight through the Thunder Wolf.

The scales on the opponent's chest were unusually strong.

"Distraction on the battlefield is not a quality that a swordsman should have."

A leisurely voice rang out from above. Dan Chenzi instinctively summoned the flying sword that had just blasted away the Thunder Wolf, preparing to defend himself,

However, a dense, rain-like sound of metal clashing rang out above his head—Zhan Lu wielded his longsword in a circle, the sword's *qi* seeming like the soft light of dawn,

With incredible and precise control, he prevented the flying sword from escaping the control of the sword’s *qi*,

Instead, it fell towards Dan Chenzi like a high-speed rotating saw.

Whoosh—

A black shadow smashed towards Zhan Lu from beyond visual range, as fast as lightning.

Zhan Lu was forced to redirect his sword’s *qi*, blocking it in front.

Boom!

The sound of metal clashing was sharp and grating,

Zhan Lu's face paled, heavily landing on the ground, the tiger's mouth of the hand holding the sword faintly cracking.

The humanoid shadow also landed on the ground with Zhan Lu,

The demonic sect youth, bare-chested and wearing a skull necklace, slowly stood up.

Arriving with him were a green-robed scholar, a closed-eyed monk,

And more than twenty cultivators from the Book Mountain Academy, Liwei Mountain, Jingnian Monastery, and the Demonic Sect camp.

"...Tsk."

Kuang Ranhuo narrowed her eyes, clicking her tongue in displeasure.

The alien aura emanating from these people made her particularly disgusted,

Especially the leaders, the power fluctuations they emitted were no less than her own, or even Tai Hao's.

What, were these aliens all raised on Jinkela fertilizer?

Or did their planet have ten times the gravity of Earth, newborns being able to crush wild wolves, three-year-olds being able to pull ten-stone bows, and seven- or eight-year-olds being able to carry two elephants and run around the streets?

"Do not be careless."

The demonic sect youth reminded Dan Chenzi, twisting his neck expressionlessly, making a crackling sound of bones colliding.

The green-robed scholar holding a book stopped striding forward, landing on the ground.

The closed-eyed monk, hovering about a foot above the ground, also stopped flying, standing side by side with the others.

Footsteps were still ringing out.

The one-eyed giant tortoise standing on two feet, leading thirty demons, hurried from behind the tunnel,

Following behind was a red and black evil *jiao* with purple horns on its head, as large as a train car.

Tai Hao's expression became even more solemn, the airflow in his hands slowly rotating, condensed but not released.