487: Chapter 487 The Great Battle Begins!

Burning Battle Intent blazed in their eyes; they only awaited the Sect Master's command to transform into a torrent of steel and crush all enemies.

Lu Yuan's gaze did not linger on the low-level alien soldiers; he didn't even look at the rampaging Asura behemoths, the war vessels of the Underworld Blood Su Family, the assassins of the Yaksha Race, or the female cultivators of the Heavenly Demon Race.

His Divine Thought pierced directly through layers of space, sweeping across the chaotic battlefield, and coldly locked onto four obscure Golden Immortal auras deep within the enemy camp.

Although those four auras were deliberately restrained, before Lu Yuan, they were like torches in the dark night.

One belonged to the Asura Race's Moluohou, one belonged to some old monster deep within the Su Family camp, and the other two came from the commanders of the Yaksha Race and the Heavenly Demon Race, respectively.

"Four Early Stage Golden Immortals." Lu Yuan's voice was calm, as if he were speaking of a trivial matter, but deep within his eyes, a trace of bone-chilling killing intent flashed: "No wonder they were able to breach the Imperial Pass."

"Soldier against soldier, general against general."

Lu Yuan turned his head, his gaze sweeping over the women beside him, his voice cold and devoid of any emotional fluctuation: "Go, leave none alive."

"Yes!"

The women responded in unison, their voices crisp yet containing a bone-chilling killing intent.

They transformed into streams of light, leading their respective Qingyun armies as they charged into the battlefield.

Yaochi Holy Mother was dressed in white, her three thousand strands of black hair fluttering behind her.

Her temperament was gentle and dignified, but at this moment, her eyes burned with a Battle Intent as cold as ice.

She was the first to charge toward the group of rampaging Asura behemoths.

"myriad things mother qi cauldron, suppress!"

Under the activation of her Peak Profound Immortal cultivation, this Immortal Artifact erupted with terrifying power.

Seeing her wave her slender hand, a palm-sized small cauldron flew out from between her brows, growing in the wind to instantly transform into a ten-thousand-foot giant cauldron, hovering above the battlefield.

The giant cauldron was earthy yellow throughout, with patterns of mountains, rivers, plants, and creatures engraved on its body, as if it encompassed the entire phenomena of heaven and earth.

The giant cauldron traversed the air, its mouth tilting to pour down thick, substantial Mysterious Yellow Primordial Qi.

That Qi was a mixture of golden yellow and mysterious black, each wisp weighing more than a mountain, pressing down so heavily that the Void Realm emitted creaking sounds of being unable to bear the load.

Where the Qi descended, the space for thousands of miles instantly solidified, as if it had been cast into a giant piece of amber.

"Roar—!"

The rampaging Asura behemoths were instantly like falling into a quagmire, their movements becoming incomparably sluggish.

An Asura behemoth that was about to pounce on the remaining defenders was pressed to its knees by the Qi, struggling desperately but unable to move an inch.

It let out an angry roar, its scales erupting with dark red light, actually attempting to use brute force to break free from the suppression.

"Great Luo Sword Canon, Slay the Stars!"

Following closely behind, Lu Xueyao drew the Great Luo Heavenly Sword. The instant the blade left its sheath, a golden sword light as brilliant as a galaxy shot straight into the nine heavens.

Her green dress fluttered, and the Sword Intent of the Void Immortal Realm condensed into form around her, transforming into countless solid sword shadows, setting her off like an Immortal King among swords.

Her figure was like lightning, transforming into a golden sword rainbow that wove through the suppressed Asura clans.

The Great Luo Heavenly Sword emitted an excited sword hum in her hand, with Immortal Golden Nature swirling around the blade, each swing possessing the power to cleave stars.

"First Form, Break the Heavens!"

The sword light flashed like golden thunder tearing through the firmament.

The head of a suppressed Asura behemoth soared into the sky, and a pillar of dark red blood sprayed from its neck, reaching a hundred feet high.

Its head rolled in the air, with an expression of disbelief still remaining in its eyes.

"Second Form, Split the Earth!"

Lu Xueyao turned, her sword moves continuous and unending, the Great Luo Heavenly Sword sweeping through the army, a golden sword arc spreading in a fan shape, directly slicing three Asura behemoths in half at the waist.

The remaining momentum of the sword light did not diminish, killing dozens of Asura warriors behind them as well.

"Third Form, Shatter the Stars!"

She fought more bravely as the battle continued, her sword moves becoming increasingly fierce. With one thrust, a point of extreme golden light condensed at the tip of the sword, a radiance a hundred times more dazzling than the sun.

The golden light exploded, transforming into countless fine sword threads, each one precisely piercing the brow of an Asura behemoth, strangling its Primordial Spirit.

Yaochi Holy Mother suppressed the entire battlefield with the myriad things mother qi cauldron, causing the Asura behemoths to lose their advantages in speed and strength.

Lu Xueyao, on the other hand, reaped lives with the Great Luo Heavenly Sword; wherever the sword light passed, not a single Asura behemoth could survive a single round.

On the other side, Ji Yaoguang's figure had long since merged into the Void Realm.

She was dressed in a black night-traveling outfit, outlining her graceful figure to perfection.

At this moment, she stepped into the interlayers of the Void Realm, her figure disappearing completely, not even leaving behind a single wisp of aura.

"Comparing assassination skills? You are still too green."

A cold sneer curled the corners of her lips, and a cold light flashed in her eyes.

She possessed the Law of Space and was more proficient in the art of concealment than the Yaksha Race.

The assassins of the Yaksha Race needed to rely on innate secret arts to escape into the interlayers of space, and there were faint spatial fluctuations when they were concealed.

But Ji Yaoguang was a master of the Law of Space herself; when she merged into the Void Realm, it was like a fish swimming in water, and there would be absolutely no traces.

She moved silently through the interlayers of the Void Realm, her Divine Thought spreading out like a spider web.

Soon, she locked onto a target—a Void Immortal of the Yaksha Race who was preparing to ambush a Qingyun Disciple.

The Yaksha assassin was hidden in the interlayers of space, slowly approaching a Great Ascension Stage Great Perfection Qingyun Sword Cultivator, the pitch-black dagger in his hand already raised, the blade quenched with a potent poison capable of corroding the Primordial Spirit.

"Please turn around, treasure!"

A soft whisper sounded in the Void Realm; the red gourd hanging at Ji Yaoguang's waist trembled slightly, the gourd mouth opened, and a white light sprayed out from within.

The speed of that white light was extreme, so fast that even Divine Thought could not capture its trajectory.

"Puchi!"

That Yaksha Void Immortal didn't even have a chance to react; he only felt a chill on his neck, and the world before his eyes began to spin.

He saw his own headless corpse still maintaining the assassination posture, the dagger in its hand less than three feet from the target's back of the neck.

He opened his mouth, wanting to issue a warning, but only spat out a few silent bubbles.

Immediately after, the white light flew back, directly piercing through his Primordial Spirit.

Killing with one blade, destroying both body and soul, Ji Yaoguang was like a god of death in the dark night, specially roaming in the Void Realm, using the Immortal Slaying Flying Dagger, a great lethal weapon, to frantically hunt down the Yaksha assassins.

Every time she struck, it was fast, accurate, and ruthless, never dragging her feet.

In just the short time of an incense stick, more than thirty elite assassins of the Yaksha Race at the Void Immortal level or above had died by her hand.

The Yaksha clansmen who were originally hidden in the dark also felt the fear of being hunted.

They sensed the auras of their companions disappearing one after another, yet they couldn't even find out who the enemy was or where they were.

An unprecedented panic spread in their hearts, causing them to become timid and fearful, not daring to strike easily again.

And in the area where the Heavenly Demon Race was located, pink illusionary mist permeated, and from within came waves of decadent sounds that stirred the heart and soul.

The female cultivators of the Heavenly Demon Race sat in the midst of it, activating their most powerful bewitching illusions, attempting to drag the Qingyun army into the abyss of mutual slaughter.