Let you simulate life, but you change fate every time?!

"The North Cold Sect has teamed up with the Valley of Ten Thousand Poisons?"

In front of the valley.

Looking at the North Cold Sect disciple whose face was mangled and killed by poison, Lin Xuan felt a deep chill all over, as if his blood had frozen in his veins.

As an Inner Sect Disciple of the North Cold Sect, he knew very well that if the North Cold Sect cooperated with the Valley of Ten Thousand Poisons, it would deal a severe blow to the Medicine Buddha Sect!

At the same time, Lin Xuan thought of something else.

Ever since Lu Yuan entered the Cyan Spirit Secret Realm, there had been no news from him, as if he had vanished into thin air.

Originally he thought Lu Yuan was merely unconventional and unwilling to act with the sect disciples.

But seeing Ye Mo's sinister style now, he feared that Lu Yuan had likely met a dire fate!

Thinking of this possibility.

Lin Xuan felt his heart sink into the abyss, his face became exceptionally pale.

It's known that Lu Yuan was the Direct Disciple of Sect Leader Huiming and the three Peak Masters, and was regarded by many Elders as the hope for the rise of the Medicine Buddha Sect.

But now, if people like the North Cold Sect dared to kill even Lu Yuan, what of the others?

"Your Medicine Buddha Sect is already in decline, sooner or later it will be eliminated."

"Heaven and Earth Wonders are about to be born. I don't want to waste too much time, but if you don't know what's good for you, this fool's fate will be yours!"

Ye Mo spat at the North Cold Sect disciple again.

Almost in the blink of an eye.

The disciple's bones and flesh dissolved, the whole corpse was completely corroded by the poison, leaving only a puddle of dark, anxious pus!

"Ye Mo, you're going too far!"

Lin Xuan braced himself to argue, but felt lacking in confidence.

After all, the true elite geniuses of the Medicine Buddha Sect were disastrously ambushed by demonic cultivators, almost completely wiped out, and they were merely gathered to make up numbers.

With their power, they were no match for the North Cold Sect, let alone the threatening presence of the Valley of Ten Thousand Poisons nearby.

However, as the leading senior brother of the Medicine Buddha Sect, Lin Xuan was not only the backbone of everyone but also represented the image and face of the entire Medicine Buddha Sect.

If he showed any sign of fear or retreat, it would certainly tarnish the reputation of the Medicine Buddha Sect, causing the sect's prestige to plummet!

"Who do you think you are, to speak to me like this?"

Ye Mo sneered, his eyes narrowed dangerously.

Anyone familiar with his character would know that Ye Mo was already furious at this point.

Without his command.

The other North Cold Sect disciples immediately formed seals and unleashed their killing moves!

For a moment.

Snowflakes fell from the sky, forming a storm of ice blades, enveloping Lin Xuan and the others in a blinding cover.

"Damn!"

"That lunatic Ye Mo actually dared to do it!"

Lin Xuan's heart trembled, forcing him to fight back.

However, although the Medicine Buddha Sect and the North Cold Sect are among the five top forces in the Southern Domain, the situation was almost one-sided.

Facing Ye Mo and the others' fierce offensive.

The Medicine Buddha Sect suffered heavy casualties, with more than ten disciples torn apart by the sharp ice blades and cold wind, without even having the chance to scream, being dismembered into numerous fragments.

In contrast, the North Cold Sect remained unscathed, with Ye Mo not even moving throughout the fight.

"The Medicine Buddha Sect has no successors; they're no threat anymore."

In the Giant Sword Pavilion team, Sun Hong crossed his arms, glanced casually at Lin Xuan and the others, then turned his gaze to Ye Mo.

The North Cold Sect and the Valley of Ten Thousand Poisons have grown closer in recent years, even showing signs of an alliance.

However, with the Giant Sword Pavilion's strong background and power, even if the two sects joined forces, they could hardly pose a significant threat to the Giant Sword Pavilion.

Throughout the entire North Cold Sect, only Ye Chen was a real concern!

He established Foundation at six, formed a Core at fourteen, and became a Nascent Soul Cultivator at just twenty.

Now just over thirty, his power has reached the peak of Nascent Soul, only one step away from Divinity Transformation!

Such talent is extraordinary, almost shocking the world; according to predictions and estimates by many seasoned experts.

It's feared that within a century, Ye Chen might replace the Sword Pavilion Ancestor and become the strongest in the Southern Domain!

"With the cultivation technique bestowed by the ancestor, if I can obtain three kinds of Heaven and Earth Wonders, I could instantly condense a Top-Grade Golden Core, and in a short time, catch up with or even surpass Ye Chen, and step into the Divinity Transformation Realm ahead of schedule!"

Sun Hong's eyes twinkled, determined to win this trial.

Even though doing so would exhaust all potential, forever preventing any progress in power.

But to curb Ye Chen's growth speed, any price is worth it!

Meanwhile, on the other side.

The battle between the North Cold Sect and the Medicine Buddha Sect was nearing its end.

Many Medicine Buddha Sect disciples were bloodied and mangled, with more than half dead or injured.

Yet Ye Mo showed no intention of stopping, obviously wanting to seize this opportunity to annihilate them, leaving no future troubles!

"The Medicine Buddha Sect is going to lose."

"Didn't expect the Medicine Buddha Sect, as one of the top five forces in the Southern Domain, to have disciples that are so inadequate, worse than a paper tiger."

"Wasn't there talk of a Medicine Buddha Sect Inheritance Disciple who started Qi Refining at two and Foundation Establishment at three, supposed to be more talented than Ye Chen, where is he?"

The other forces witnessing this debated amongst themselves.

When Ye Mo heard the discussion, he showed a disdainful look: "What Inheritance Disciple? He's already a dead man."

But before he could finish.

A golden light suddenly came whistling from afar, its speed almost surpassing the limit of what the naked eye could capture.

The crowd only felt a blur before their eyes, then saw a young, handsome boy, seemingly teleporting, appear among the North Cold Sect troops.