The scene was silent.

The low-level cultivators on the plaza were speechless, as were the thousand or so True Immortal Realm cultivators of the Candle Dragon Dao on the steps, who were shocked by the lightning-fast exchange before them.

A glint of blue light flashed in Wang Yu's eyes, and he naturally saw everything clearly.

The golden talisman released by Xiao Jinhan, the Palace Master of the Northern Cold Immortal Palace, was extraordinarily mysterious and could ignore the seemingly powerful blow from Old Daoist Hu Yan, but it was broken by a transparent sword light waved by Luo Qinghai, the Palace Master of Cangliu Palace.

Although the Immortal Palace nominally controlled the Northern Cold Immortal Territory, its relationship with Cangliu Palace was somewhat delicate. At least, Luo Qinghai didn't seem to respect Xiao Jinhan, the Palace Master of the Immortal Palace, very much.

In the high sky, Xiao Jinhan glanced faintly at Luo Qinghai, his expression unchanged, his figure blurred as he flew down from the clouds, heading straight for the white jade platform.

Luo Qinghai's eyes twitched slightly, his right hand in his sleeve slowly retracted, and with a flick of his sleeve, he turned and sat back on the golden dragon chair.

The giant water-blue flower where he sat remained motionless in mid-air, with no intention of leaving. The dozen or so blue-robed cultivators standing on it looked calm and composed.

"Aow..."

Before Xiao Jinhan landed, a dragon's roar suddenly rang out.

Baili Yan, trapped in the cage, spewed out substantial flames from his eyes. He bent one hand into a claw shape, raised it abruptly, and struck the golden cage in front of him.

On his clawed palm, raging crimson-gold flames rose, accompanied by the whistling wind, condensing into a bizarre and ferocious dragon head. The dragon's breath surged, slamming into a certain spot on the golden cage.

With a deafening "boom"!

A golden pillar in the golden cage was swallowed by the ferocious mouth of the flame dragon head.

The golden runes on it kept flying out in the raging flames, then deformed and twisted until they completely shattered.

As if the beams of a house were being demolished, after one golden pillar shattered, several golden pillars shattered one after another, and the golden cage collapsed like a tall building.

On the white jade platform, a dazzling golden light exploded, and dozens of dragon head phantoms rushed in all directions, turning into an incomparably powerful aura that swept out.

Wherever it passed, the originally somewhat blurred void rippled with golden light.

Then, with a loud bang, the restrictive light curtain that enveloped the entire mountain was completely shattered.

The lower half of the white jade platform also collapsed, and the minds of the eight Golden Immortal Dao Lords who controlled the restriction were greatly shaken. They quickly summoned protective treasures to block in front of them, but under this violent impact, they still flew out uncontrollably.

Several of them were hit by the dragon head phantom. The protective cover in front of them shattered directly, and they vomited large mouthfuls of blood, falling straight down.

Hu Yan flashed, arriving beside Yun Ni, who had been confronting the black-纱女子. He used his red glow to block several dragon head phantoms, and together they flew off the white jade platform.

The remaining thirty-odd deputy Dao Lords, although buffered by the dozen or so Golden Immortal Dao Lords in front, were still staggered by the aftermath of the exploding white jade platform. However, these people took advantage of the situation and fled in all directions.

As a result, the thousand or so True Immortal Realm cultivators on the steps also took advantage of the chaos and scattered, each using their own methods to turn into rays of light of various colors and flee in all directions. After all, they had been wary of the people from the Immortal Palace earlier, and no one dared to be the first to run, lest they become the target of public criticism. Everyone was waiting for this opportunity.

Wang Yu and Qi Liang mingled in the crowd, also choosing a direction and speeding away.

Countless ice crystals and gravel exploded in all directions, shocking the hundreds of thousands of low-level cultivators in the surrounding plaza. Those who reacted quickly had already sacrificed their magic weapons and other items, and activated their escape lights. The others also began to scatter after reacting.

For a time, thousands upon thousands of colorful streams of light shot out everywhere on White Jade Peak, like brilliant fireworks blooming in the air, incomparably dazzling.

Beside White Jade Peak, Luo Qinghai made a hand seal, and a layer of blue water curtain immediately lit up, enveloping the giant blue flower. Under the blowing of this strong wind, it only trembled violently for a moment before returning to its original state.

On the other side, Xue Ying, the Deputy Palace Master of the Immortal Palace, also flicked her sleeve, enveloping a layer of semi-transparent shield outside the silver-white chariot. Her gaze turned to Luo Qinghai not far away.

Luo Qinghai turned a deaf ear to Xue Ying's gaze, his eyes and nose observing his heart, looking calm and composed.

Xiao Jinhan, who was chasing straight down from above, ignored the oncoming air waves, and continued to dive down at undiminished speed.

"Boom!"

Another explosion!

Xiao Jinhan's body exuded a chilling aura. White mist rose in the void, condensing into a huge white ice peak, carrying the force of a thousand jun, and slammed heavily on the white jade platform.

The white jade platform, which had already collapsed for the most part, could not withstand such crushing, and it completely shattered. Even the entire White Jade Peak trembled violently.

Outside White Jade Peak, Wang Yu flew away from the mountain with the crowd, while looking towards the center of the mountain from afar.

He saw that it was already a mess, with ice crystals and gravel piled up like a mountain.

Just then, a crimson light suddenly lit up below the ice crystals.

Immediately afterward, he heard a sharp "铮" sound.

A crimson flame pillar as thick as an adult's arm rose from below the ice crystals, streaking across and directly splitting the small mountain of ice crystals and gravel in half.

A violent shout rang out, and Baili Yan's figure flew up from the broken ice mountain, surging with crimson flames, and flew towards the direction of Old Daoist Hu Yan and the others.

Xiao Jinhan flicked his wrist, and a crystal-clear long sword appeared in his palm, with a bright white snake-shaped mist wrapped around it, and he slashed down.

In the high sky, the sea of clouds churned, and hundreds of giant white pythons condensed from cold air twisted and rolled, pressing down on Baili Yan like a group of dragons traveling.

"Xiao Jinhan, if you want to catch me, then try it!"

Baili Yan shouted, holding a long sword surrounded by crimson flames in his hand, making a sword gesture, and swept the sword horizontally.

A scorching and intense aura spread out in the void, and hundreds of flame pillars were born out of thin air from in front of him, directly stirring into the white python cold air.

"Boom rumble"

A burst of rolling thunder rang out, and the sky-burning crimson flames burned fiercely in the high sky, colliding with the ten-thousand-丈 ice crystals, each occupying half of the sky.

On the plaza, it had already become a chaotic mess.

"Great Palace Master Luo, do you really want to stir up this muddy water and be at odds with my Northern Cold Immortal Palace?" In mid-air, Xue Ying suddenly spoke.

"What is Fairy Xue saying? How come Luo doesn't understand a bit? I just brought a few disciples here to observe, and any conflicts between you have nothing to do with my Cangliu Palace." Luo Qinghai glanced at Xue Ying leisurely, and said slowly.

"Lu Yue, Dong Jie, you guys go watch Old Daoist Hu Yan." Hearing this, Xue Ying looked at a slender sword-wielding man and a brawny man with a thick beard beside her, and ordered.

"Yes."

Lu Yue responded, and immediately flew away from the silver-white chariot with several people beside him, flying towards a certain place below.

"Great Palace Master Luo, I'll take my leave first." As Xue Ying said this, she retracted the silver-white chariot under her seat, and the whole person turned into a white rainbow, chasing after Xiao Jinhan and Baili Yan.

……

The plaza around White Jade Peak was already scarred and devastated, with corpses and debris scattered all over the ground.

Hu Yan's figure hung in mid-air, his gaze fixed on the battle between Baili Yan and Xiao Jinhan in the high sky, while Yun Ni stood side by side with him.

At this moment, a huge black axe shadow descended from the sky, causing the surrounding void to twist and create a pulling force wherever it passed.

Hu Yan, as if he had expected it, took a Gang step, pulled Yun Ni over, and with a flash of red light around him, dodged from the side.

The giant axe missed, and the huge axe shadow slammed into the ground, causing a thunderous shock on the ground.

On the plaza, the ground continued to crack and crack, and a huge gully more than a thousand feet long and bottomless appeared directly. Many low-level cultivators who had not had time to escape were swept into it and died on the spot before they could even scream.

Then, Dong Jie, the brawny man with a thick beard, descended from the sky, wielding a huge mountain-splitting axe with both hands.

At the same time, seven Immortal Palace cultivators, led by the sword-wielding man Lu Yue, suddenly appeared around the plaza, surrounding Hu Yan and the two in the center.

These eight people did not know what means they had used to conceal their cultivation before, but now they all exuded the spiritual pressure of the Golden Immortal Realm. Lu Yue and Dong Jie were even more powerful than the others, and were mid-stage Golden Immortal Realm cultivators.

These people did not care that there were still other disciples on the plaza who had not escaped, and they urged their magic weapons one after another, releasing a torrent of grand spiritual light to attack the two.

For a time, the void trembled wildly, the sound of explosions rose and fell, and screams continued to come from all directions, with countless casualties.

Not far away, Ouyang Kuishan glanced at the chaotic situation on the plaza, a complex look flashed in his eyes, and he said to the other Golden Immortal Dao Lords beside him:

"First go and evacuate the sect disciples, and try not to let them be affected."

Although these people were affected when Baili Yan broke out of his confinement, they were, after all, highly cultivated and did not suffer any major damage. Hearing this, they dispersed without saying a word, each using their own methods to summon some deputy Dao Lords and True Immortal elders who had not gone far, and used their mana and magical powers to transfer the low-level disciples of the Candle Dragon Dao out of the plaza area in batches.

In the center of the plaza, the snow lotus flower shadow summoned by Yun Ni grew to hundreds of feet high, protecting her and Old Daoist Hu Yan in the center.

Wind blades, lightning, fireballs, and sword beams kept hitting it, causing the petals to tremble constantly, and the spiritual light on the surface was quickly consumed, gradually dimming.

Old Daoist Hu Yan held a black pagoda in one hand, and pointed to the tower body, and a black light tower shadow grew, enveloping the two of them together with the entire snow lotus flower shadow.

The outer attacks immediately fell on the tower shadow, making bursts of "锵锵锵" metallic sounds.

"I have a reason to follow Daoist Baili, that's why I came out to help him. You clearly don't know anything, and you could have protected yourself and stayed out of this matter. Why did you get involved?" Old Daoist Hu Yan looked at Yun Ni beside him, and said with a trace of reluctance in his eyes.