“Lu Xuan, die!”
The roar echoed. Far in the starry void, a crimson Sea of Blood abruptly materialized, boiling into existence. Several Blood Spirit Race Quasi-Dao Supreme Old Ancestors emerged from its depths, flanked by dozens of Outer World Yin Soldiers, all standing firm within the boundless, churning gore. An indescribable Aura of Power surged from their forms, the Sea of Blood power roiling around them, their terrifying presence utterly unmasked. The Blood Spirit Race's secret arts tore through the void. The Blood Essence Power within their bodies pulsed like thunder, and even before they struck, their sheer Blood Essence Aura of Power shook the very fabric of space. Wherever the Sea of Blood spread, entire great domains nearby were battered and shattered.
Leading them was the Bloodfiend Old Ancestor of the Blood Spirit Race. Around the Bloodfiend Old Ancestor, the boundless Sea of Blood began to boil. With a flick of his sleeve, the crimson expanse coalesced into an Ancient Spirit Boat, which then surged forward, traversing the void.
As they drew closer, that terrifying Aura of Power bore down on Xuan Shang Old Ancestor and his companions. “Pfft!” Xuan Shang Old Ancestor and the others couldn't resist. They instantly coughed up mouthfuls of blood. They were merely Half-step Supremes; their foes were Quasi-Dao Supremes! Just their Aura of Power was enough to overwhelm them!
Lu Xuan frowned slightly. A gentle, ethereal power swirled around his fingertips, then softly rippled outwards, enveloping Xuan Shang Old Ancestor and the others. Instantly, they felt as if bathed in a spring breeze, all oppressive pressure vanishing.
The Bloodfiend Old Ancestor's expression shifted slightly. He glanced at Feng Tianxiao. “Are you going to join in?” He couldn't fathom why the Demon Court hadn't moved. Feng Tianxiao offered a bitter smile. “I’m waiting for someone.”
The Demon Court’s forces aren’t fully here yet, the Bloodfiend Old Ancestor mused internally. And the Xuan Turtle Race isn’t known for their offensive power. It makes sense why Feng Tianxiao and his lot are holding back. With that thought, two flames flickered in the Bloodfiend Old Ancestor’s eyes. He looked at Feng Tianxiao and waved a dismissive hand. “Then get out of the way!”
Feng Tianxiao paused, a flicker of hesitation on his face, but then wisely retreated tens of thousands of feet.
With a thunderous roar, the Bloodfiend Old Ancestor’s hand seals shifted, continuously manifesting the ‘Dao and Stance’ from the Sea of Blood. His Aura of Power reached an absolute peak. He fixed his gaze on Lu Xuan, a savage sneer twisting his lips. “So you’re that damn White Robe Great Emperor, are you?”
The Bloodfiend Old Ancestor’s face was a mask of ferocity. The Sea of Blood condensed into endless, blood-soaked phantoms, and his One-rotation Quasi-Dao Supreme Aura of Power raged uncontrollably. With a raised hand, he activated a Blood Spirit Race secret art, manifesting a Blood-colored Long Sword that swept out from the Sea of Blood, its blade a staggering thousand zhang long! Swoosh! A monstrous crimson light erupted, shooting directly towards Lu Xuan!
Just then, Boom! From another direction, an overwhelming surge of frigid power manifested. An Ice River shot forth from the distant reaches of space, instantly plunging the heavens and earth into an icy grip. The temperature of this entire starry sky plummeted in an instant.
The Cold Race had arrived! Their terrifying Dao and Essence/Rhyme froze tens of thousands of miles, transforming the starry sky around their arrival point into a vast, white expanse. A woman in a white dress slowly emerged from a spatial rift. Her hair and eyelashes were pure white, her skin as fair as snow, and her face exquisitely beautiful, yet she exuded the aura of a thousand-year-old ice mountain. With each step of her jade-like feet, ancient ice-crystal paths materialized in the void.
Feng Tianxiao's expression subtly changed. He immediately recognized the woman. “Xue Qianren!”
Observing Xue Qianren’s Aura of Power, Feng Tianxiao was slightly stunned. She’s also broken through to Two-rotation Quasi-Dao Supreme! It seems other factions have reaped considerable rewards in the starry sky this time! The name Xue Qianren was no stranger to Feng Tianxiao. This woman was hailed as the most prodigious genius of the Cold Race since their Supreme Old Ancestor. While her beauty might fall short of the Xuanji Holy Lord’s, she still commanded considerable renown in the Southern Wilds, with countless suitors. Unfortunately, Xue Qianren’s ambition lay in the Supreme Fruit Position. She had once sworn a Heavenly Dao Oath: “Until I reach the Supreme Realm, I shall take no Dao companion!” Given enough time, Feng Tianxiao mused, Xue Qianren could very well replicate the Cold Race Old Ancestor’s past achievements!
Xue Qianren tilted her jade-like neck, casting a brief glance at Feng Tianxiao. Without a word, she gracefully soared into the air, charging towards Lu Xuan. Behind her, the other Cold Race powerhouses followed suit. Xue Qianren fixed her gaze on Lu Xuan, her jade hands shifting through a series of spirit seals, directly activating the Cold Race’s supreme secret art. “Cold Shadow World Annihilation Art!”
In an instant, the heavens and earth froze, as if plunging into an ice cellar. This extreme cold power coalesced into swirling storms, manifesting numerous chilling phenomena: ancient palaces, frigid mountains, and vast ice lakes, all imbued with monstrous cold energy. Xue Qianren’s jade feet lightly tapped the void. With a delicate wave of her hand, terrifying killing power instantly bore down on Lu Xuan.
In that moment, the Blood Spirit Race’s and Cold Race’s killing intents, distinct yet converging, slammed towards Lu Xuan from two directions! Feng Tianxiao frowned slightly. Though the Witch Race hadn’t yet revealed themselves, he could already feel their Thought Power swirling ominously in the void. The Witch Race was lurking in the distance, ready to deliver a fatal blow to Lu Xuan and his allies at any moment!
But at that very moment, Lu Xuan stepped directly into the void, his white robes billowing around him. Like a Divine King Descending, he stood calmly above the starry sky, an utterly unconcerned expression on his face. The Blood Spirit Race’s colossal sword descended from his left, while Xue Qianren and her allies’ condensed cold shadow killing intent shot forth from his right. Lu Xuan finally understood. He simply extended both of his massive hands. His left hand pointed at the sword, his right at the boundless cold shadows!
In an instant, two colossal handprints materialized, blotting out the sky, their Aura of Power reaching monstrous heights, like mountain peaks spanning the heavens! The hearts of the Demon Court members clenched. They were once again reminded of Lu Xuan casually slaughtering their powerhouses. In this moment, as Lu Xuan made his move again, that primal fear was reawakened! Feng Tianxiao’s gaze was like a black hole, fixed intently on everything unfolding. His voice trembled as he spoke, “Lu Xuan’s power is too immense!” Xue Qianren’s delicate brows furrowed slightly, a grave expression appearing on her face.
In a flash, Lu Xuan’s golden hands, vast as mountain ranges, moved. His left hand clenched, endless Dao Patterns surging, directly seizing the Blood-colored Long Sword manifested by the Bloodfiend Old Ancestor. His right hand transformed into a golden Great Wall, slamming towards the boundless cold shadow phenomena. The Aura of Power from these two colossal golden palms reached its absolute peak, surging towards the heavens!
The Bloodfiend Old Ancestor let out a sinister cackle. “Heh heh heh… My boundless Sea of Blood contains an Ancestor’s Rule Fragment! You dare to face it bare-handed? You’re dead!”
Lu Xuan scoffed.
Crack! Boom! The colossal Blood-colored Long Sword exploded directly, shattering into countless fragments that surged wildly across the heavens and earth. “Pfft!” The Bloodfiend Old Ancestor immediately suffered a backlash, spitting out a mouthful of Essence Blood. His figure was sent flying thousands of zhang, and within the boundless Sea of Blood, the other Blood Spirit Race Old Ancestors were likewise sent hurtling backwards. His face turned utterly ghastly. “How is this possible?!” This was the combined offensive power of all their Blood Spirit Race Quasi-Dao Supreme powerhouses, infused with an Ancestor’s Rule Fragment! And it couldn’t even contend! Not only that, but the boundless Sea of Blood beneath them was rapidly thinning! Their Blood Spirit Race’s supreme secret art had been broken!
On the other side, Xue Qianren’s manifested cold force phenomena were continuously annihilated, utterly unable to reform. Even their Dao Rhyme was obliterated along with them. Ancient palaces, snow-capped peaks, ice lakes... all shattered! Xue Qianren’s eyes widened in astonishment, her lips parting slightly as she stared at Lu Xuan in shock. “What kind of power is this?”