With those words, the little boy soared into the air once more, charging straight toward the three figures.
At this moment, Chu Feng was carefully observing.
The little boy's cultivation was not weak at all — in fact, it was quite powerful.
On par with those two from the Prison Sect.
Both were Fourth Level True God.
As for Chu Feng, borrowing the power of the Demon Slayer Sword, his cultivation had also reached First Level True God.
With that level of cultivation supporting him, and by using his Heavenly Eyes, Chu Feng could barely make out the scene in the sky.
The little boy entered the high sky, and the battle resumed — but he did not take on all three at once.
Instead, the old man from the Prison Sect alone engaged the little boy in combat.
Clearly, those two kicks were also delivered by the old man from the Prison Sect.
The Prison Sect old man fought in a thoroughly playful manner, with no intention of landing a killing blow on the little boy.
Because of that, from high in the sky, the old man's mocking laughter periodically echoed down.
"What old monster is this, pretending to be a little boy to show off?"
"This handsome one will show you just how much you're worth."
In just a few short exchanges, the Prison Sect old man landed yet another kick, striking the little boy square in the chest and sending him crashing violently back to the ground.
This time, the little boy was drenched in blood. It wasn't just his bones — even his skin and flesh had split open, blood gushing out wildly.
By the time he struggled back to his feet, he had already become a figure painted entirely in blood.
Yet the little boy still wore a wide, toothy grin.
"I'm fine, I'm fine. I'm just about to get warmed up."
The little boy said.
"If you keep moving around, you'll probably die, won't you?"
Xiao Yu'er said.
And with those words, Xiao Yu'er drew her divine weapon sword, took to the sky, and charged straight toward the three of them.
Seeing this, the old man from the Prison Sect, as well as Wuma Hanshuang, both unleashed their respective techniques, raising their cultivation to the Fifth Stage of Heavenly God.
Because Xiao Yu'er, fearing that delay would bring trouble, had already raised her cultivation to the Fifth Stage of Heavenly God.
"Th-this... this girl, not only did she step into the F-first... first stage of Heavenly God, she can actually consecutively... consecutively advance four stages?!"
The old man from the Prison Sect spoke again, his earlier composure gone entirely. Not only was his voice trembling, he had even begun to stutter.
It seemed he had truly been frightened by Xiao Yu'er.
Wuma Hanshuang, on the other hand, said nothing. As her cultivation soared, she was already gripping her divine weapon and launching herself toward Xiao Yu'er.
Clang—!
Boom—!
Sparks flew in every direction as ripples of violent energy swept through the air. The two had already clashed head-on.
Yet in that very moment, the cold composure that had been plastered across Wuma Hanshuang's face gave way to panic.
She may have appeared to be engaging in a frontal assault with her divine weapon, but in truth, she understood Xiahou Jue's character and strength all too well.
Xiahou Jue was deeply protective of his pride. Unless he truly could not win, he would never admit defeat.
And Xiahou Jue's strength was roughly on par with Wuma Hanshuang's.
Since Xiahou Jue was no match for Xiao Yu'er, then neither would she be.
So she had been holding something back.
While outwardly wielding her divine weapon, in the very instant of contact, she had directly unleashed multiple God-restricted martial skills.
This greatly enhanced her speed, power, and the resilience of her entire body.
She intended to catch Xiao Yu'er off guard and end the fight in a single decisive blow.
Yet even so, the very instant her divine weapon clashed against Xiao Yu'er's, she still felt her arm go numb, having absorbed a tremendous force.
And when she looked at Xiao Yu'er's frail little frame, she nearly questioned reality itself.
How could such a scrawny little girl wield such terrifying strength?
What truly alarmed her, however, was that Xiao Yu'er was not only powerful — she was blindingly fast.
In her hand, a divine longsword danced through a dizzying array of techniques, leaving Wuma Hanshuang's vision a blur, barely able to keep up with the exchanges.
She had completely lost any ability to go on the offensive and could only pour everything into defense.
Clang! Clang!
Amid a shower of sparks, Wuma Hanshuang couldn't help but let out a curse.
"Damn old thing, are you still just watching?"
It turned out that as the number of collisions with Xiao Yu'er's divine weapon increased, it was no longer just the arm gripping her weapon that had gone numb.
Now, she felt as though her internal organs were about to be shattered, her head buzzing relentlessly from the impact.
What Xiao Yu'er held was clearly a sword, yet when it struck her divine weapon, it felt like a heavy hammer smashing into her own body.
If that old Prison Sect elder didn't step in soon, she feared she would perish here, with no chance of escape.
"Don't panic, Wuma Hanshuang. I have already seen through her attacks."
"I'm coming to lend you a hand."
At that moment, a measure of composure had returned to the old Prison Sect elder's face, and as he spoke, he joined the battle with his divine weapon in hand.