482: If you make another move, you'll die!

Xiao Ruobai paid no heed to the two powerful Auras rapidly closing in from behind, his pace never faltering as he continued to speed towards the Qilin Ancestral Lands with Mo Yu and Wang Xiaopang in tow.

Fang Hanyu and Ling Xi stopped, turned around, and calmly watched the two streaks of light tearing through the sky towards them.

"A mere Human Race Cultivator dares to interfere in the affairs of my Demon Court? I'll sacrifice you to our banner first!"

The Azure Flood Dragon roared, his voice like thunder.

He didn't even bother with any probing attacks. He directly manifested part of his true form, and a terrifying arm covered in dark golden scales suddenly swelled.

His fist, carrying absolute power capable of shattering the void, was thrown with brutal simplicity straight at Ling Xi, who appeared to have the most tranquil Aura!

He intended to crush this woman instantly with overwhelming force!

Facing this punch powerful enough to pulverize mountains, Ling Xi neither dodged nor evaded. She merely raised her right hand, extended a slender, jade-like finger, and gently tapped it against the incoming colossal fist.

No radiance shone on her fingertip, only an imperceptibly small, dark point that seemed capable of devouring all light.

"Pfft!"

A faint sound, like a bubble popping.

The expected earth-shattering collision did not occur.

The Azure Flood Dragon's violent and overwhelming fist momentum, the moment it touched Ling Xi's fingertip, had all its force instantly neutralized, absorbed, and dissipated into nothingness!

Furthermore, a bizarre and unfathomable hidden force penetrated through his fist and arm directly into his body, shaking his Qi and blood and causing his Meridians to sting with pain!

"Thud! Thud! Thud!"

The Azure Flood Dragon's massive body staggered back uncontrollably three steps, each step leaving deep cracks in the scorched earth.

He steadied himself, his face filled with incredulous shock.

He lowered his head to look at his slightly trembling fist, then snapped his gaze back up to that still immaculate jade finger, and Ling Xi's utterly calm face.

"You...!"

He was momentarily speechless. That brief clash had made him feel an insurmountable gap in the level of power control between them!

This woman is sinister!

Just as the Azure Flood Dragon, seething with shock and fury, saw his Demonic Qi surge once more around him, preparing to unleash an even stronger Divine Ability to pounce...

Ling Xi slowly retracted her finger, her gaze sweeping over him with indifference. Her voice was not loud, but it carried an icy warning that pierced straight to the Divine Soul:

"Think carefully. Attack again, and you will die."

As her words fell, an intangible, terrifying presence that seemed capable of devouring all things and freezing the Divine Soul spread out from Ling Xi like a tide, firmly locking onto the Azure Flood Dragon.

The Azure Flood Dragon's entire body stiffened, his gathered Demonic Qi abruptly stagnating.

He felt an unprecedented, lethal threat, as if any reckless move on his part would result in him being utterly devoured and annihilated by that endless darkness in the next instant!

Her gaze was terrifyingly calm. This was not a bluff, but an indifferent warning based on absolute strength.

For a moment, this Prodigy of the Ancient Demon Court, renowned for his ferocity, was completely cowed by Ling Xi's Aura, frozen in place, not daring to act rashly!

At the same time!

"A Sword Cultivator? Let me see how sharp your sword is!"

Fairy Lingyue let out a sharp cry. Her figure moved like lightning, and as her hands swept through the air, seven-colored radiance condensed into two blades as thin as cicada wings yet incomparably sharp. The blades sliced through the void, leaving fine spatial cracks in their wake.

Her movement technique was bizarre. In an instant, she split into dozens of illusory clones, indistinguishable from the real one, converging on Fang Hanyu from all directions for a killing strike!

Every attack from each clone was fierce and sharp, sealing off all avenues of evasion.

Fang Hanyu gently traced a line in the empty space before him.

"Ssssh——!"

A Sword Intent refined to its absolute limit, formless and intangible yet seemingly capable of severing everything, abruptly expanded outwards with him at the center!

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

Those dozens of fierce illusory clones, the moment they touched this Sword Intent, shattered and vanished like soap bubbles!

Fairy Lingyue's true body was struck as if by lightning. The two seven-colored radiance blades in her hands emitted mournful cries, their brilliance instantly dimming.

She herself grunted, staggering as she was forced out of the void, her exquisitely beautiful face etched with shock and terror!

"Sword Qi Thunderclap? No! This is Sword Intent Domain Transformation?!"

She cried out in disbelief. With just a single Sword Intent, her opponent had broken her most proficient Illusionary Kill technique and even disrupted her Qi and blood!

Fang Hanyu looked at her calmly, not pursuing the attack, and simply spoke in a faint tone, "Is this all the Prodigies of the Demon Court amount to?"

That offhand remark filled Fairy Lingyue with both shame and fury, while also sending a chill down her spine.

The strength of this Human Race Sword Cultivator was unfathomable!

She glanced at the Azure Flood Dragon frozen stiff to the side, and then at Ling Xi, whose Aura was as deep as an abyss. Her heart sank to the bottom.

Although both sides had not gone all out in this exchange, this single clash was enough to know they were not their opponents.

The strength of these two far exceeded their estimation!

Such power was definitely not something an ordinary Saint Realm Cultivator could possess!

Perhaps only His Highness the Ancient Imperial Prince taking action himself could firmly suppress them!

This scene was clearly witnessed by the many powerful figures on both sides of the conflict.

On the side of the Ancient Demon Court, the other Prodigies under the Ancient Imperial Prince's command all had their expressions change slightly.

"Lingyue and the Azure Flood Dragon were repelled with just one strike?"

"What is that woman's origin? The Azure Flood Dragon was cowed and doesn't dare to attack again?"

"So strong! When did the Human Race produce such figures?"

The power displayed by those two Human Race Cultivators brought an intangible pressure.

The Ancient Imperial Prince's golden pupils contracted slightly. For the first time, a trace of gravity appeared on his face.

"To suppress Lingyue and Jin Lie so effortlessly... these two are interesting."

He murmured to himself. Not only was there no fear in his eyes, but a flicker of Battle Intent ignited, the kind one feels upon encountering worthy prey.

"I wonder how many moves they can last under my hand."

Fang Hanyu and Ling Xi paid no further attention to the two standing motionless on the spot.

They simultaneously turned and transformed into two streaks of light, chasing after the direction in which Xiao Ruobai, Mo Yu, and the others had departed.

Their movements were composed and unhurried, starkly out of place amidst the surrounding brutal and chaotic battlefield. That deep-seated confidence and power...

...had already, through that brief confrontation, been deeply imprinted upon the hearts of all who witnessed it.

Soon, Xiao Ruobai, with Mo Yu and Wang Xiaopang, broke through sporadic obstructions and finally set foot upon that region of scorched earth that was the Qilin Ancestral Lands.

Wherever the eye could see were broken walls and ruins, charred remnants of giant trees, and large swathes of congealed dark red bloodstains.

Amidst the heavy Aura of deathly silence and destruction was mixed the lingering, inescapable scent of blood.

Although the Qilin clan that had lived here, having reproduced over hundreds of thousands of years, had long since had their Bloodline diluted and become uneven, and they were not his direct blood relatives...

...this place was, after all, where he had lived ever since he awakened and gained memory.

Beside those mutilated corpses lying in pools of blood... there had once been clan elders who watched him grow up, caring elder brothers, and companions who Cultivated, bickered, and played with him... "No... It can't be..."

Mo Yu's voice trembled. His crimson-gold pupils swept frantically and painfully over the ruins.

Passing over those familiar, yet lifeless bodies, his heart felt as if gripped tightly by an invisible hand, the pain making it hard to breathe.

They had long since become the family he acknowledged.

Xiao Ruobai's brow furrowed slightly as he spread his powerful Divine Thought, carefully sensing.

He not only sensed the soaring resentment and deathly intent but also caught traces of the violent energy remnants left behind after several self-detonated demon cores.

Suddenly, his gaze sharpened, landing beneath a section of scorched black cliff face.

There, an extremely faint trace of spatial fluctuation remained!

"There's something strange here." He stepped to the cliff face in one stride and reached out a finger to touch it.

"Hum!" Complex, ancient runes lit up on the rock!

A gleam of sharp light flashed in Xiao Ruobai's eyes. Combining the positions of the corpses that had fought to the death to cover the retreat and this hidden Restriction, he instantly understood.

"They must have fought a bloody battle here until the last moment, buying time for the clan's evacuation."

He said solemnly, pointing at the runes. "Another part of the clan used this place as a sacrifice to activate an Ancient Formation, teleporting elsewhere."

Just then, Ling Xi caught up. Her eyes swept over the runes, and a flicker passed through her gaze.

"This formation uses Bloodline as the catalyst. Forcing it open now risks unforeseen changes. Wait until the battle here concludes, then use your Bloodline to fully activate it."

Hearing this, Mo Yu's heart relaxed. The boulder that had been weighing on him crashed to the ground. The grief in his eyes instantly transformed into blazing killing intent.

"Good! Let's deal with these Ancient Demon scum first!"

A sharp gleam flashed in Xiao Ruobai's eyes as he turned his gaze towards the battlefield above. The collisions of Quasi-Emperor Might there were growing increasingly intense, the roars shaking heaven and earth.