“How… how is this possible?!”
The Bloodfiend Old Ancestor was utterly dumbfounded. This was the Cold Race’s supreme secret art, the Cold Shadow World Annihilation Art! Their ancestor had once used it to sweep across the Supreme Path, nearly freezing a quarter of it solid! Yet, before Lu Xuan, it hadn’t even lasted a single instant?
How were they supposed to fight like this? So many powerful cultivators had gathered, and they couldn’t even scratch Lu Xuan. How could they possibly hope to kill him?
Just then, from the east, the Lin Jianghan Old Ancestor arrived, leading three Half-step Supremes.
Boom! The void trembled violently!
From the west, several shadowy figures descended like ghosts. This was Dark Shadow Island! The moment they appeared, they immediately unleashed a secret art, plunging the already dim starry sky into an even deeper, absolute blackness. This technique contained Dao patterns capable of sealing Divine Soul and suppressing Divine Sense.
Leading them was Xiao Chen, a formidable general under the Dark Shadow Monarch Xiao Zheng. Clad in black robes, Xiao Chen stood atop the starry sky, his entire being like a black dagger plunged into the cosmos, radiating a terrifying, palpable killing intent.
Xiao Chen frowned slightly, the current situation baffling him. Why were the Demon Court’s Great Demons and the Blood Spirit Race Old Ancestors fleeing in such disarray? And in the distance, the Xuan Shang Old Ancestor and his companions hadn’t even joined the fray! Was it truly just this White Robe Great Emperor who was single-handedly slaughtering everyone?
“Xiao Chen, join forces! This Lu Xuan is… strange!” the Bloodfiend Old Ancestor roared, his voice laced with desperation.
Xiao Chen’s form blurred into a black shadow. With a flick of his sleeve, two assassins behind him instantly vanished, their presence utterly erased as they sped towards Lu Xuan.
Lin Jianghan’s voice was chillingly cold. “This Lu Xuan’s strength far exceeds my estimations. He clearly radiates the aura of an Emperor Realm cultivator, yet he can annihilate my arrows!”
At this moment, Xiao Chen closed in! His body was enveloped in a powerful ‘Stance,’ a supreme secret art of Dark Shadow Island. This technique, meant to overwhelm Lu Xuan with immense momentum, was also designed to probe for his weaknesses.
Xiao Chen’s eyes, gleaming with an eerie divine light, swept over Lu Xuan.
The next instant, he was utterly stunned.
What in the hell?!
Lu Xuan was riddled with flaws! Not a thousand, not five thousand, but at least eight thousand!
He had never encountered anything so utterly preposterous in his life. Xiao Chen couldn’t help but doubt his own secret art. “Could there be something wrong with Dark Shadow Island’s supreme technique?”
Behind him, the other two Dark Shadow Island assassins echoed his confusion. “Lord Xiao Chen, has our secret art failed?”
With that thought, Xiao Chen’s gaze flickered to the Bloodfiend Old Ancestor and the others. Their bodies were actively circulating Dao patterns to resist the secret art’s intrusion, yet even so, he quickly spotted two or three critical weaknesses. Striking those points would be enough to severely wound, or even kill, the Bloodfiend Old Ancestor!
“It’s working perfectly!” Xiao Chen muttered, utterly bewildered.
He looked back at Lu Xuan, who still appeared to be a walking collection of vulnerabilities!
Suddenly, a lightning bolt of realization struck him.
It wasn’t that their supreme secret art had failed!
It was that Lu Xuan simply wasn’t putting up any defenses!
This realization left Xiao Chen and his assassins utterly aghast. Who in this world fought without any defense, relying solely on offense? He had an unsettling premonition: if he tried to kill Lu Xuan, he would be the one to die!
With that chilling thought, Xiao Chen transmitted a message to his two assassins. “Something’s off with Lu Xuan. Don’t target him. Redirect to the Xuan Shang Old Ancestor and his group!”
The other two Half-step Supremes nodded, their trajectories subtly shifting. They still appeared to be charging at Lu Xuan, but their true targets were Chen Changsheng and the Grand Dao Sect Old Ancestors.
In the distance, Chen Changsheng frowned slightly. “Old Ancestor Xuan Shang,” he called out, “please come closer to me.”
Though bewildered, Xuan Shang Old Ancestor and the others moved to stand before Chen Changsheng. Chen Changsheng subtly flicked his sleeve, an action so discreet it was almost imperceptible.
Just at that moment—
BOOM!
CRACK!
The starry sky shattered! Space twisted violently!
From the gaping spatial rift, several grey-robed old men emerged. Their tattered grey robes hung in shreds, revealing dense, crimson hair that fluttered wildly in the void’s fierce winds. Eerie Power and Ominous Power surged from their bodies, making them look like ancient, malevolent specters, truly horrifying to behold.
These were the Half-step Supreme Old Ancestors of the Silent Destruction Sect!
Leading them was the Thousand Remnant Old Ancestor, his body hunched and withered, his life force decaying. He produced an ancient jade slip, took a deep, desperate breath from it, and a faint flush of blood appeared on his ashen face as he spoke with a chilling, sinister tone.
“Lu Xuan! You have repeatedly thwarted the Silent Destruction Sect’s grand schemes! Today, our Silent Destruction Sect will ensure your demise!”
Unlike Dark Shadow Island, the Witch Race, and the other factions, they had come today with a resolute will to die! Even if it meant sacrificing a Half-step Supreme Old Ancestor, it would be worth it to take Lu Xuan down with them! This was a direct command from a One-rotation Quasi-Dao Supreme in the Inner Starry Sky Region! Even if they couldn’t obliterate Lu Xuan, they had to infect him with Eerie Power and Ominous Power!
With that thought, the Thousand Remnant Old Ancestor flicked his sleeve. A heaven-reaching power surged beneath his feet, and the destructive force of Silent Destruction caused the surrounding desolate islands to crumble into countless fragments.
“Lu Xuan! Die!”
The four Half-step Supreme Old Ancestors of the Silent Destruction Sect charged forward! Behind them, a legion of Silent Destruction Sect’s Yin Soldiers also surged into battle!
Lu Xuan, looking utterly unconcerned, simply smiled faintly. “Excellent. Saves me the trouble of hunting you down one by one.”
Lu Xuan moved like a bolt of lightning, not bothering to dodge, instead charging directly into the converging storm of killing intent.
Just then, the distant void tore open once more.
BOOM!
CRACK!
The Witch Race’s Half-step Supremes descended. Standing at the forefront was an ominous old crone, her fingers gnarled and dry like ancient tree branches. She gently stroked the starry sky, and in an instant, their forms vanished from their original positions.
The Witch Race Old Crone turned to her companions. “With them engaging in direct combat, we only need to use our Thought Power to cast curses from here!”
As her voice faded, the Witch Race Old Ancestors sat cross-legged. Eerie Dao patterns, dense and intricately woven, surged across their bodies, radiating an ancient, obscure aura that was utterly terrifying. They began to chant, a formless, traceless power instantly shooting towards Lu Xuan, Chen Changsheng, Xuan Shang Old Ancestor, and the others. This power descended in a flash, impossible to grasp or predict.
Golden light shimmered around Lu Xuan, his Myriad Laws Immunity effortlessly deflecting everything. He didn’t even notice the curses. Though the curse power was immensely potent, it couldn’t even breach Lu Xuan’s defenses!
The leading Witch Race Old Crone bit her tongue, a drop of vital blood flying out and merging into the Dao patterns before her. The patterns instantly flared with brilliant light, blossoming into a phantom Black Rose. Her intent was to plant this Black Rose curse within Lu Xuan’s body: when the flower bloomed, the curse would be complete; when it withered, the curse would explode! The moment the Black Rose withered would be the moment Lu Xuan perished!
But she simply could not plant the cursed flower within Lu Xuan’s body!
Pfft! The Witch Race Old Crone, forcefully channeling her curse power, not only failed to break through Lu Xuan’s defenses but suffered a direct backlash, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.
“What in the world is wrong with this Lu Xuan?!” she shrieked, utterly baffled.
Beside her, the other Half-step Supremes of the Witch Race, however, succeeded. In their hands, eerie black petals condensed.
In the distance, the five Grand Dao Sect Old Ancestors, including Xuan Shang Old Ancestor, instantly spat out mouthfuls of blood. Yet, Chen Changsheng remained completely unharmed.
The faces of Xuan Shang Old Ancestor and his companions turned ghastly pale. “Changsheng, quickly protect your Dao Foundation!” Xuan Shang Old Ancestor warned him.
Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!
Before he could even finish speaking, Xuan Shang Old Ancestor and the others began bleeding from all seven orifices.
Chen Changsheng frowned slightly. “Thought Power? The Witch Race is secretly casting curses!”