The stone awls directly below Ou Yangming suddenly expanded several times, which was overwhelming. All of the stone awls shot up into the sky and spun rapidly. They carried a powerful destructive force as they shot toward Teng Xingwen.

Teng Xingwen's expression changed drastically. He was extremely anxious and could only withdraw his sword and retreated hastily.

"Retreat? Can you retreat?" Ou Yangming sneered. As he pressed down with his left finger, his mental power spread out. Countless stone awls joined together, and their speed instantly increased significantly.

This was a trap that he had set up using himself as bait. Moreover, the reason the second Stone Awl Art was weaker than the first was he was accumulating power.

Ou Yangming had hidden numerous stone awls in the soil beneath him while he waited for the elders to surround and attack him. He then used the Titanium Protection to increase his defensive power, causing the 2 Teng family powerhouses to fall into a dilemma. At the same time, the young fellow activated the stone awls to surround and attack the elders. This was the tactic that he had set up!

Of course, Ou Yangming dared to do this because he was extremely confident in the defensive power of the Titanium Protection.

He knew if the 2 top-grade Spiritualists fought head-on against him, even if he had a chance of winning, it would be very slim. He did not want to fall into such a passive situation.

"Quickly retreat!" Teng Donglin turned his head and shouted. However, he was entangled by the stone awls and could not get away, so he could only warn Teng Xingwen.

This kind of common spell, when used by Ou Yangming, had a magical feel to it. It even caused Teng Donglin to be fearful such that it became a traumatic experience for him.

The fear was not because of the difference in their strengths but Ou Yangming's talent in combat, the way he utilized his surroundings, and how he analyzed his enemy.

Soon enough, the stone awls were moving faster and closer. Teng Xingwen looked like he was in pain. Nonetheless, in the moment of life or death, he did not have time to think too much.

He gritted his teeth and placed his right hand upside down on his interspatial bag. Following a soft tap, he shouted, "Wind and Thunder like Fire—speed!" Before his voice was gone, a dazzling white light was emitted from the interspatial bag like a small sun. It lit up the space within 333 meters from it.

A palm-sized white jade qilin pierced the white light apart from the middle, similar to how a pair of giant hands was forcefully splitting the white light into 2 halves. The white jade qilin grew with the wind, then it sucked in all of the spiritual Qi and even the dead Qi within 333 meters from it like a deep and dark vortex.

It crashed toward the stone awl with the momentum of ascending to the heavens with one step.

The second the white jade qilin approached the stone awl, it seemed to have come to life.

It was 10 to 13 meters tall, and its eyes were wide open. It was incomparably majestic, and its entire body seemed to be carved out of the most exquisite white jade, yet it flickered with white electric arcs.

"Rumble..."

The stone awls that came from below instantly collided with the white jade qilin that came from above. Consequently, the stone awls crumbled bit by bit like snow falling into magma.

Moreover, the stone awls from below were swept up by a huge force and crashed into the ground. The crushed stones fell from the sky and blew the decayed leaves on the ground in all directions. Apart from that, the white jade kirin also slowly dissipated.

After doing all this, Teng Xingwen was panting. His face was as pale as a piece of paper. His Qi momentum was in a mess, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Ou Yangming sighed internally. It was a pity, but his momentum grew stronger.

The Blood Spear Dragon Slayer kept waving and swimming around. All kinds of magic arts were released.

Nevertheless, after Teng Donglin and Teng Xingwen suffered a loss, they became more cautious. They were no longer in a hurry to succeed. Instead, they fought steadily by treating Ou Yangming as a top-grade Spiritualist. They mainly tried to make the young fellow consume his mental power, and only struck back when the opportunity was right. Even so, they were mostly probing. They did not want to fail, but they wanted to avoid making mistakes.

After an hour, Teng Donglin and Teng Xingwen looked at each other.

Their pupils shrunk slightly, and they could see fear in each other's eyes. They thought to themselves, 'Why isn't his mental power exhausted after he released so many magic arts? What kind of monster is he?' The killing intent in their hearts grew to the extreme. If they did not kill such a genius during his growth stage, they would not be able to sleep well if he grew stronger.

The elders were incredibly agile. They moved quickly and continued to look for an opportunity.

"Icicle Art!" Ou Yangming swung his long spear, and a gust of cold wind suddenly blew in the forest. The cold air spread in all directions.

Countless icicles suddenly condensed from nothing and hung in the sky. Cold lights flashed from the bottom to their tips, giving people chills in their hearts.

When Ou Yangming made a fairy pointing gesture, the icicles shattered and into innumerable ice needles. 1 turned into 10, 10 turned into 100, and the space within 33 meters from him was filled with ice needles. Shocking green lights filled the air while cold lights surged, causing the temperature in the air to plummet right away.

"Woosh, woosh, woosh..."

The ice needles cut the space into fragments and left behind clear arcs.

They then zoomed toward Teng Donglin and Teng Xingwen.

After casting the magic art, Ou Yangming staggered and turned pale.

'An opportunity!' The 2 top-grade Spiritualists thought about the same thing at the same time. In particular, Teng Donglin sneered and thought, 'Have you finally used up your mental power?' The Cold Mists Sword in his hand shone brightly and was exceptionally sharp. A 30-meters-long red sword-light soared into the sky. The sword Qi was vast and mighty as it charged across the horizon and stirred up the dead Qi in the sky above the Forest of Death. Due to the warm sunlight shone on the elder, he looked domineering like no other.

Teng Donglin's eyes suddenly tensed up, and a red sword-light was reflected in his eyes. He slashed forward and started to run behind the sword-light.

Wherever the sword-light passed, all life was gone.

Teng Xingwen was not willing to be outdone. He bent his finger and pointed as he gently exhaled a breath of green air. The elder then tapped his interspatial bag with his left hand, and a white sword ringed softly at once. It was exceptionally fast like a white stream of light with a tail, and it pushed away all of the spiritual Qi in front of it. In fact, it was as sharp as a white lightning bolt that fell from the sky and charged toward Ou Yangming.

This was a Sword-maneuvering Art, where the sword was controlled with one's spiritual power. If one perfected it, one could even behead one's enemy from 500 kilometers away.

Teng Xingwen was certain that his Sword-maneuvering Art and Teng Donglin's sword-light together could definitely injure Ou Yangming severely. He had picked up the Sword-maneuvering Art in the outskirts of the Big Ruins. Although it was incomplete, its power could not be underestimated and could be considered one of his trump cards. The elder placed his index and middle fingers together and pointed at the sky. After the sword made a turn in the air, its speed increased significantly.

Ou Yangming's face changed. He pointed the Blood Spear Dragon Slayer down to his right.

His immense mental power caused the space to vibrate and undulate. All of a sudden, all of the ice needles cried at the same time.

They pounced on the 33-meters-long sword-light directly as if they were committing suicide. It was worth noting that they did not hesitate even if they were melted at once.

The red sword-light and the ice needles that filled the sky dissipated at the same time. However, Ou Yangming staggered 3 to 4 steps back.

At this moment, Teng Donglin's longsword and Teng Xingwen's sword arrived at the same time. A strange pattern lit up on the Cold Mists Sword and spread from the handle to the tip. Following that, the sword was thrust forward with a cold intent.

"Fight!" A blood light flashed in Ou Yangming's eyes.

Instead of casting magic arts, Ou Yangming chose to engage in close combat. The Blood Spear Dragon Slayer shone with a dark light. The first black light spot suddenly lit up as he swung the spear downward and fended off the sword unreasonably. At the same time, he took a step back and pulled the spear back to defend himself. After slightly adjusting his Qi momentum, the young fellow e thrust the spear toward Teng Donglin's head. It was an absolutely domineering attack.

Upon seeing this, Teng Donglin was ecstatic. He sneered and said, "A caster is actually fighting head-on against me. You're courting death!"

He mobilized all of the spiritual power in his dantian, where the power flowed from his dantian to his lower abdomen and his arm before it surged into the Cold Mists Sword. In a flash, the long sword dispersed like mists and became unpredictable. At the spur of the moment, the longsword pushed the mists aside and stabbed Ou Yangming's throat. This move was extremely well-timed, and the cultivation base of a top-grade Spiritualist was well-displayed.

Ou Yangming slid forward and lowered his center of gravity. As his body lowered, he barely avoided the attack.

Concurrently, Ou Yangming raised his spear and counterattacked. "Boom!" The Blood Spear Dragon Slayer and the Cold Mist Sword collided. As a result, an ear-piercing sound of metals colliding echoed along with tyrannical sound waves. At the same time, a majestic force traveled from the tip of the spear to the young fellow's palm, directly splitting his thumb and forefinger. The power was then transmitted to his arm and every corner of his body.

Ou Yangming felt as if his body had been hit by a huge mountain. He could not help but retreat, and he tasted in his throat. It was at this moment the lightning-like white sword shot out from behind him and sealed off his escape route. He had no way to retreat.

Teng Xingwen and Teng Donglin heaved a long sigh of relief in their hearts. Finally, after forcing the young fellow to such an extent, they were finally going to win.

Having said that, the more they fought, the more frightened they became.

At first, they only thought that Ou Yangming was just a caster, but it did not take long for the young fellow to display his shocking combat power. Afterward, he used himself as bait to set up a big scene, forcing Teng Xingwen to use his life-saving means. Later, the 2 elders could only wander around and looked for opportunities while waiting for his mental power to be exhausted.

Fortunately, they were finally going to defeat Ou Yangming. This abnormal young fellow had been forced into a desperate situation.

Who knew, it was then Ou Yangming, who seemed to be at the end of his rope and was doomed to die, curled his lips. His eyes revealed an indifference that could make one's heart palpitate.

A sharpness that could pierce through the heavens erupted from his body. His aura carried a hint of arrogance, a touch of madness, and an endless amount of destruction and power.

This was a kind of arrogance and tyranny that could destroy everything in the world as long as one had a spear in one's hand. This was a kind of determination that even the heavens would have to break.

It was something that could slash in all corners of the world, it was the Big Avalanche, and it was a belief and determination of never admitting defeat.

Ou Yangming's face turned cold. "Big Avalanche!"

He uttered the words coldly one by one

A rarely seen domineering expression appeared on Ou Yangming's face. Since he could not retreat, he would not retreat. At this moment, even if the sky was blocking his way, he would make a hole in it to break free.

Since people were in his way instead, he would kill them.