Boom!

Boom!

Inside the four earth walls, Xiao Zuiji continued his bombardment.

What was supposed to be a satisfying battle turned into him pummeling the opponent like a sandbag, bouncing them around inside the earth walls until they lost all signs of life.

Before entering the Planar Battlefield, Jun Changxiao repeatedly instructed his disciples that once inside, they could not be soft-hearted—if there was an opportunity, they must kill!

Even the kind-hearted Li Qingyang was carefully following his master’s orders. After severing a Lingyun Continent martial artist’s arm, he decisively shook out a sword flourish and removed the opponent’s head.

Being merciful to others on the Planar Battlefield meant being cruel to oneself.

The most extreme performer was none other than Ye Xingchen, who had already killed three people in a short time, executing each strike with exceptional clean precision.

“Retreat, retreat, retreat!”

A Chihai Continent martial artist shouted.

This was merely wishful thinking, because Jiang Xie, the Ning brothers, and others had also charged into the fray.

Some martial artists weren’t necessarily weaker than the Eternal Sect disciples, but facing the Eternal Sect’s higher-ranking members, they had no power to resist—only annihilation awaited them.

Some people ran quickly enough, thinking they had escaped danger, only to see Ge Lao approaching at extreme speed. With a sweep of his massive hand, he directly smashed his target into the ground.

They had the Qingyang Set, they had Steel Wings.

Brothers.

Just give up on treatment.

“Boom!”

“Boom!”

The slaughter continued, blood spattering everywhere!

In just a short time, the twenty-plus martial artists who had casually stopped by the Xingyun Continent stronghold turned into corpses scattered across the crimson earth.

Of course.

Some managed to escape far away during the chaos.

“Whoosh—”

A Chihai Continent martial artist who had just flown out looked back in terror, then was immediately engulfed by a mass of flames.

“You… can you escape?”

Xiao Longlong’s childish head emerged from the flames, like a demon emerging from purgatory!

“No…”

That martial artist cried out in despair.

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—” The flames erupted violently, and he was instantly reduced to ash and smoke.

Xiao Longlong’s eyes flashed with contempt.

“Swish! Swish! Swish!”

At that moment, on the other side, countless feathers burst forth, bombarding a Lingyun Continent martial artist who had escaped far away, killing him mid-air.

“Splurt, splurt!”

Little Fairy flapped her wings, suspended in mid-air like a proud princess, looking toward Xiao Longlong.

“Tch.”

Xiao Longlong snorted coldly: “Troublesome deadweight.”

“Say that again!”

“Troublesome! Dead! Weight!”

…

Nearly forty martial artists from two planes were completely annihilated in a short time—the speed was astonishingly fast.

As for the Xingyun Continent stronghold, it had expanded from the initial thirty-plus meters to over seventy meters.

“Swish!”

Jun Changxiao walked out.

Stopping in front of the half-dead middle-aged man, he said indifferently: “Now who’s playing dead?”

That Chihai Continent Profound-rank powerhouse was in too much pain to speak, because the meridians in his body had been shattered beyond repair by the Seven Profound Rainbow Light, leaving him severely injured.

“Swish—”

Blade light flashed, and a head fell to the ground.

“Congratulations to the participant for killing a Profound-rank martial artist, obtaining 10 merit points.” The female system voice sounded.

“Only 10 points?” Jun Changxiao shook his head.

When he first came and killed Profound-rank martial artists, it counted as exceeding his level and gave 20 points. Now that he had broken through to Half-Saint and was classified as Profound-rank, it only gave 10 points for same-level kills.

“Right.”

Jun Changxiao said: “How much do I get now for killing lower-level Yellow-rank martial artists?”

“5 points.” The female system replied.

Jun Changxiao’s mouth twitched: “If I were Earth-rank now, how much would killing Yellow-rank give?”

“1 point.”

“Heaven-rank killing Yellow-rank?”

“0 points.”

“…”

Jun Changxiao put away the Azure Dragon Crescent Blade, stroking his chin: “Looks like I need to calculate carefully how to maximize merit value acquisition.”

If he killed lower-levels himself, he’d get 5 points, but if he let disciples kill Yellow-rank opponents, that would be 10 points.

“Clean up the battlefield.”

“Yes!”

The disciples sprang into action.

Before long, everyone had collected all the spatial rings from the dozens of corpses.

After Jun Changxiao examined them one by one, he said in dismay: “Why is there nothing good at all!”

The system said: “On this kind of battlefield where death could come the next second, who would be foolish enough to carry various resources waiting for others to loot their corpses?”

Jun Changxiao shook his head: “I was overthinking it.”

With that, he began walking around the stronghold, planting small flags all around.

This past year, while his realm was stuck, he hadn’t idled away tending flowers and plants—he had taken the superior-grade Formation aptitude liquid early on and frequently discussed and studied formations with Zhen Dejun.

With the help of the imaginative Shangguan Xinyao, the three had successfully developed a new type of thunder formation with extremely powerful force!

Having killed so many people from the Chixue Continent and Lingyun Continent, the other side would definitely send more powerful fighters. Setting up thunder formations around the stronghold in advance would give them quite a surprise.

Although Jun Changxiao came here to fight, ensuring he remained invincible required deep deliberation.

Learn from one’s mistakes and grow wiser.

That kind of dangerous situation where he was chased with nowhere to escape absolutely could not happen again!

…

“That fight was so satisfying!”

“The martial artists here are much tougher than the powerhouses from Xingyun Continent!”

“I just threw dozens of punches before finally taking that guy down—if it were a normal Martial Emperor, they’d have died long ago.”

While Jun Changxiao set up formations, the disciples gathered together to discuss the recent battle, their faces filled with excitement.

Although the engagement lasted less than ten minutes, the enemy’s formidability made them realize that the Planar Battlefield was indeed extremely thrilling and perfectly suited for training!

Unfortunately.

They could only stay for one hour.

The Purple Lin Demon King stood to the side with his hands behind his back, his face showing a trace of contempt.

He and King Bai Qiu hadn’t taken action—partly because Jun Changxiao had ordered them not to, wanting to give his disciples real combat experience, and partly because the opponents were too weak to bother with.

To put it bluntly.

These two beast clan powerhouses comparable to Saint-level could only demonstrate their value when Earth-rank powerhouses appeared.

Moreover, knowing that higher levels killing lower levels gave fewer merit points, unless absolutely necessary, Jun Changxiao would try to have them avoid combat and let disciples handle it to maximize merit value.

Ding Xingwang, Purple Lin Demon King, King Bai Qiu.

Gongsun Haohai, Xiao Longlong, Little Fairy.

These six represented the Eternal Sect’s strongest combat power, corresponding to Earth-rank and Profound-rank levels.

Of course, Sect Master Jun, who had broken through to Half-Saint, also had considerable strength.

But in this situation, he definitely wouldn’t foolishly seek one-on-one duels. If there was an opportunity to lead disciples in group attacks, he would—expanding the stronghold came first.

“Sect Master.”

Li Qingyang stood inside the stronghold, looking at the empty environment: “Does the stronghold need construction?”

This guy—his occupational disease was acting up again!

Jun Changxiao said: “Probably needs it.”

Li Qingyang’s eyes lit up: “Shall this disciple build a great hall first?”

Although the current stronghold had expanded to nearly a hundred meters after killing dozens of planar martial artists, erecting a great hall inside would definitely take up most of the space.

“Build it.”

After considering for a moment, Jun Changxiao said: “At least we need a place to settle.”

The Xingyun Continent stronghold was completely empty—they definitely needed a place to shelter from wind and rain.

“Yes!”

With the Sect Master’s approval, Li Qingyang first set out a table, then produced a large stack of blueprints and began selecting based on the available area.

During his leisure time, he would study architectural design blueprints—now they were finally useful.

“Sect Master, how about this blueprint?”

“You decide.”

“Yes!”

After selecting a blueprint, Li Qingyang retrieved a large quantity of construction materials from his spatial ring and called Xiao Zuiji, Li Fei, and others to start working.

“…” Jun Changxiao’s eyes widened.

This guy actually had stones, bricks, tiles, and other building materials in his spatial ring—he’d clearly planned this before entering.

Absolutely!

After Li Qingyang had inquired in detail about the Planar Battlefield situation, he’d already formed plans.

If not for the area restrictions making it difficult to build even a great hall, otherwise, he was confident he could create a considerable architectural complex in extremely short time.