Guo Jing let out a scream of agony as his injured left arm hung down weakly.

"What are you idiots still standing there for?! Take him down... no, kill him!" Guo Jing, though in pain, did not lose his composure. He immediately ordered his few subordinates behind him to charge forward to buy him some time. He took out a bottle of healing potion from his waist and poured it over his wound, while swallowing a healing pill to quickly recover.

"Dragon Return Fist!"

With punches and kicks, Yuanhui, standing invincible, swiftly knocked down the seven subordinates, embodying the title inherited from his father, the God of War - unbeatable.

"This guy, he's only at the Nine Hearts stage... How can he be this powerful!"

Guo Jing endured the intense pain, wanting to retreat, but Yuanhui grabbed his left arm.

Seeing his left hand disabled, Guo Jing had no choice but to rely on his right hand to defend himself. Just then, there were two cracking sounds as his other arm also hung down weakly... crushed by Yuanhui's hand!

"Ahhhh... you ignorant little brat!!!" Guo Jing, kneeling on the ground, let out a miserable cry.

Yuanhui stood before him, his voice cold.

"Don't think you can act superior just because you've advanced to the Boundless realm."

Just as Yuanhui was about to behead Guo Jing, Qi He finally took action. He hadn't intended to get involved in the squabble among these immortals, but when he saw the gray cloth bag at Yuanhui's waist, he immediately understood.

"Tell me, where did you get that bag from?!" Qi He's large blade surged with power, the sharp edge clearly visible. Upon seeing the cloth bag tied around Yuanhui's waist, Qi He recognized its resemblance to something he had seen on a wanted poster a few days ago.

Yuanhui swiftly dodged the blade as it struck the ground, leaving a long trench in the snow - a testament to Qi He's strength.

"Another Boundless realm?" Yuanhui cried out in dismay.

With just Guo Jing, he was already in a dire situation. If Qi He joined in, he might truly have a dead end.

"Quick, tell me, is that cloth bag at your waist yours or did you acquire it from somewhere?!" Qi He inquired again, but Yuanhui, busy evading, had no time to respond verbally.

They traded blows for several rounds, with Yuanhui maximizing his Qi output and conserving every bit of it.

Eventually, Qi He's breath grew irregular, and that was when Yuanhui used brute force to kick the large blade out of Qi He's hand.

"Why are all of you standing there stupefied? Grab this kid and interrogate him!" Qi He bellowed loudly, irritated by his dim-witted subordinates.

Over twenty people assembled charged recklessly at Yuanhui, while an owl swooped down from the sky towards his face!

Facing such a massive onslaught, Yuanhui found it challenging to deal with the aerial attacks of the owl. He could only fend them off intermittently, feeling uncomfortable with the aerial assault, but for the other soldiers attacking him, Yuanhui managed to easily disarm them, rendering them motionless on the ground.

Watching Yuanhui becoming more bold in battle, with defeated Wu family disciples piling up around him, Qi He gradually lost confidence.

Just as he entered the Nine Hearts pinnacle, his body had not fully adapted to this power. He needed some time to acclimate, and facing these Wu family lackeys provided him with an opportunity.

At this moment, spiritual energy from the spiritual veins transmitted a gentle power. As Yuanhui harmonized with the peak of Nine Hearts, the gentle energy spread throughout his body, instantly erasing his fatigue, making him even more ferocious!

"We can't beat this guy!"

Finally, one lackey broke down, howling as he fled, causing the others to lose confidence in the face of Yuanhui's fierce combat abilities, instilling a fear of facing such a fierce opponent.

Yuanhui, seething with killing intent, now felt a rush of excitement, akin to being under the influence of drugs, causing even a Boundless immortal to be shocked by this terrifying aura!

"Why do you easily go berserk like this?!"

The so-called berserk state is a result of unstable Qi, allowing one to elevate their attributes to the highest level.

"What are you running from? He's just one person, what are you afraid of!"

Qi He was stunned; how could this son of a noble family instill such fear in the elite Wu family guards? Did this guy really have no fatigue at all?

Qi He made up his mind; the cloth bag at Yuanhui's waist was a treasure of the Wu family palace. If his guess was correct, this guy was trouble. This youngster had to be eliminated!

With that thought, Qi He drew a fiery red hot sword from the other side of his waist, issuing a warning to Yuanhui.

"Don't compare me to that Guo Jing. When it comes to exclusive spiritual items, I won't lose to that fool claiming to be an advanced Boundless fool!"

Crack! Qi He decisively threw the blazing sword on the ground, revealing a shining red blade. Flames erupted from the blade, forming a stark contrast with his reddening body.

"Everyone, step back. Qi He is about to unleash the Flame Star Lord!" As people scattered and fled, Yuanhui keenly noted this difference, raising the Meteor Sword to face the challenge.

Ping! Pong! The Meteor Sword, infused with a lot of Qi, could cut through even mountains, but it still couldn't sever Qi He's flaming sword.

"Your life is forfeit!" With just one hand, Qi He deflected Yuanhui's attack with his powerful sword, creating numerous cracks in the ground around him like a spider's web.

"Go!" At last, a faint crack appeared on the Meteor Sword at the start of the second round, but with the support of Qi, it had not crumbled immediately.

With his power surging nearly a level in taking hold of the sword, Qi He's strength surprised Yuanhui.

However, while Guo Jing burst out, Yuanhui also saw his body continuously oozing blood in the burning flames, resembling the phenomenon of a spiritual core explosion.

Unleashing a crazed onslaught towards the direction where Yuanhui stood, Qi He wielded his blade with overwhelming power, a peak Boundless force without technique. The effects of the spiritual items in their hands caused their muscle overload, leading to severe injuries and blood loss, making this reckless power too much for even those with excessive strength.

Guo Jing's overwhelming strength made Yuanhui repeatedly retreat, finding it difficult to parry his attacks.

Crash! Finally, the Meteor Sword in Yuanhui's hand could no longer withstand the pressure from Guo Jing and shattered into pieces, while Qi He's fiery red sword remained undamaged, engaging in a battle of brute force, overwhelming even the Meteor Sword.

"Huff... huff..." Yuanhui, feeling the heaviness in his hand from the broken Meteor Sword, also noticed that his hand was no longer responsive.

"Get rid of the Meteor Sword now, even if it's just a quarter left, your hand will be useless among a thousand catties of its weight!" "Huh?" With a kind reminder from Wu Xian, Yuanhui realized something was amiss.

"The spiritual channel of the Meteor Sword has started leaking. If you want to supply Qi now, you will need to spend almost three times the Chi, which is not worth it!" Wu Xian urged Yuanhui to discard his burden.

Covered in blood, and with injuries all over, Qi He realized that his brief clash with Yuanhui, intended to easily suppress him, had unexpectedly resulted in a stalemate. Feeling weakened by the extended use of the blazing sword, he was starting to sense his own mortality. Yuanhui, unwavering, felt a significant drain on his Qi from the recent exchanges. However, he could still manage a few more rounds, but the loss of physical strength was becoming a significant handicap. Facing a formidable opponent like Qi He, these subsequent moves were becoming increasingly challenging.

Squinting, Yuanhui's hands made a slight movement, with the Meteor Sword already shattered into fragments, leaving him with no other weapon.

"Huff! Huff!" Yuanhui took a deep breath, gripping the remaining small piece of the Meteor Sword, facing Qi He, who was already emanating a murderous intent, showing no sign of retreat.

With only one option available in this scenario - swift and decisive action. Yuanhui swiftly brandished the Meteor Sword, with no attacks planned from the left or right.

Amidst a sound of heavy objects colliding, Yuanhui felt his palm go numb as he clashed with Qi He's fiery sword, his remaining Meteor Sword almost being knocked out of his hand.

"Why has he become stronger!" Yuanhui's face showed shock, marked by extreme fear.

However, Qi He, now half-conscious, began to feel drowsy. The severe blood loss from wielding the blazing sword was now taking its toll. Despite his increasingly potent strength, the booming sounds of his punches and kicks indicated he was nearing the standard of a Half-Immortal.

Meanwhile, Yuanhui noticed Qi He's state of mind wavering, giving him a sense of certainty.

"Delay a little longer!" As long as he could hold on until the berserk time ended, victory would be within his grasp!