691: Chapter 692 All Major Forces Gather

And four young figures standing side by side, their Auras billowing, weapons still pulsing with lingering killing intent.

Xiao Ruobai's halberd tip dripped with pale gold remnant blood belonging to an Immortal King's Dao Laws.

At Fang Hanyu's fingertips, a strand of Chaos Sword Qi slowly retracted, slicing through the air with a hissing sound.

The deathly Aura wrapped around Mo Yu's spear was greedily devouring the last fragments of Xian Wang Yun Yao's Divine Soul in the air.

Wang Xiaopang put away that strange greatshield and bent down, skillfully taking Xian Wang Yun Yao's Storage Ring and a Phoenix-headed hairpin into his hand.

Silence.

Even the rolling purple miasma seemed to have stagnated.

Immortal King Zhenyue's pupils shrank to the size of pinpricks, and the muscles on his face twitched uncontrollably.

When Tianluo and Ghost Fog fell before, he was shocked and angry; he suspected trickery or an ambush, even wondering if a hidden expert had struck or if these little brats had used some one-time forbidden treasure.

But now, they were right before their eyes, relying on their own strength to insta-kill Immortal King Xian Wang Yun Yao so quickly.

"This... how is this possible?!"

Immortal King Zhenyue heard his own dry, cracked voice, filled with a trembling that felt foreign even to himself.

How great was the gap between an Immortal Lord and an Immortal King? It was a chasm between heaven and earth!

Yet the scene before him ruthlessly trampled the Laws he had believed in for hundreds of thousands of years, grinding them to dust!

"An insta-kill?" Jian Chenzi's voice was dry and cracked. The sword in his hand vibrated slightly—whether from anger or a sliver of trepidation he didn't want to admit, he didn't know.

He stared fixedly at Fang Hanyu. Both used swords, but why could this Immortal Lord's Sword Qi so easily pierce an Immortal King's protective Dao Laws?

"Hm? Immortal Lords?"

At this moment, Immortal King Zhenyue suddenly realized, and his expression changed instantly.

Previously, these people were all in the Heavenly Immortal realm, but now they had all advanced to Immortal Lord. There was only one possibility.

"You refined the dao-embodying mysterious crystals?"

"That's right, that's right." Wang Xiaopang stowed away the last of the spoils, looked up, and grinned at the four pale-faced men.

He even playfully stuck out his tongue: "Blehh, they tasted great, but too bad there's none left for you! Are you mad?"

"You bastard!!" Veins bulged on Immortal King Zhenyue's forehead as boundless rage and an absurd sense of humiliation rushed to his head.

But he didn't dare pounce immediately. Too fast! Too bizarre! Xian Wang Yun Yao was just gone like that?

If...

Just then, Ling Xi had already returned and regrouped with Xiao Ruobai's group of four.

The five people's Auras instantly merged into one again, that heart-palpitating combined field hidden but ready to strike.

It caused the hearts of Zhenyue's group of four to tighten, and they all subconsciously took half a step back, assuming defensive stances.

Four long-renowned Immortal Kings were actually forced to retreat by the Aura of five Immortal Lord juniors!

"Their reinforcements are almost here."

Fang Hanyu's cold voice broke the suffocating silence. He looked up, his gaze like cold lightning piercing toward the sky beyond the miasma.

"Let's go." Xiao Ruobai didn't give them another look, as if he had just done a trivial thing.

Five figures turned into streaks of light, rushing toward the southwest passage and disappearing into the thick purple miasma in the blink of an eye.

Only when that lethal pressure had completely receded did Immortal King Zhenyue finally gasp for breath, his back cold with sweat.

He looked in the direction the five had disappeared, the rage on his face gradually replaced by an unprecedented gravity and lingering fear.

He finally fully understood exactly what kind of monsters he had provoked.

"Pursue..." His voice was hoarse, carrying a trace of trembling that was hard to detect.

Just as Xiao Ruobai and the others had rushed out less than a few hundred miles, barely reaching the rocky slope at the edge of Purple Miasma Mountain.

The relatively thin miasma ahead was suddenly forcibly dispersed by an irresistible great power!

Immediately after, an overwhelming, terrifying pressure—far exceeding any previous wave—crashed down like an invisible canopy!

"Buzz—!!!"

Space vibrated as a massive purple pillar of light first tore through the sky, boldly descending on the outskirts of Purple Miasma Mountain!

Within the pillar of light, endless purple-gold dragon patterns surged, and countless figures of Cultivators wearing purple-gold Battle Armor with solemn Auras appeared, like heavenly soldiers in formation.

At their head was a middle-aged man wearing a Purple-gold coiled dragon robe, his face naturally commanding respect.

Just by standing there, the pressure naturally emitted from his body caused fine purple cracks to constantly appear in the surrounding Void Realm. A Peak Immortal King!

Immortal King Zichen of the Ziji Imperial Dynasty!

"By order of Your Majesty, the Purple Miasma Mountain area is to be completely blockaded immediately! Not even a mosquito is allowed to fly out!"

Immortal King Zichen's voice was like Nine Heavens divine thunder, carrying the unquestionable will of imperial power as it rolled out.

"All Cultivators in the mountain, surrender immediately and await further orders! Those who disobey will have their body and soul extinguished!"

"We obey King Chen's decree!" Tens of thousands of Ziji Imperial Dynasty elites responded in unison, their voices like a tide, echoing through the mountains.

Streaks of powerful Divine Thought and purple-gold sealing runes instantly spread out like a fishing net, rapidly compressing inward to completely shroud and lock down the entire Purple Miasma Mountain!

And that wasn't all!

Almost at the same time the Ziji Imperial Dynasty's blockade light pillar lit up, a sky-shaking sword howl came from the horizon!

A "sea of Sword Intent" composed purely of sharp Sword Qi swept over. Everywhere it passed, even the purple miasma was sliced and purified by the invisible Sword Intent.

In the sea of swords, a cold man dressed in snow-white clothes with an ancient sword on his back stood in the air. It was none other than the Immortal King Sword Venerable of the Wuji Sword Sect, also a terrifying Peak Immortal King existence!

His gaze was like lightning as it swept below, his cold voice carrying a bone-chilling edge:

"Where is Jian Chenzi? Point out the thieves' location! The dao-embodying mysterious crystals and those five juniors belong to my Wuji Sword Sect!

If the Ziji Imperial Dynasty wants to interfere, they must first answer to the sword in my hand!"

Along with his words, the Sword Qi filling the sky seemed to possess life, faintly forming a posture of confrontation and cutting against the Ziji Imperial Dynasty's blockade light pillar, causing violent energy surges and gaps to appear in the already ironclad blockade.

Immediately after, clouds rolled, ghosts wailed, and Sanskrit chants echoed... the reinforcements from the Yunmiao Immortal Mountain, Nether Ghost Sect, Luotian Sect, and several other major forces arrived almost simultaneously!

One Peak Immortal King after another appeared, and streaks of vast and majestic Auras with different attributes joined the battlefield.

In a short moment, the sky outside Purple Miasma Mountain was completely occupied and blockaded by more than five Peak Immortal Kings, over a dozen ordinary Immortal Kings, and thousands of elite Cultivators under their command!

Various divine lights, pressures, and Dao domains collided and squeezed each other, turning this piece of heaven and earth into a huge and dangerous vortex of spiritual energy, making even space extremely unstable and letting out groans of being overburdened.

Having just rushed out and thinking they saw a glimmer of hope, Xiao Ruobai and the other four were forced to a halt at the edge of the rocky slope, looking disheveled by this oncoming deluge of destruction that was enough to make any Immortal Lord despair!

The path forward was cut off, an inescapable net!

Wang Xiaopang's face turned pale as he looked at the figures in the sky like gods and demons, swallowing hard.

"Fat Master thinks we might have played this a bit too big."