703: Chapter 704 The Desperate Purple Emperor

"How is this possible?!"

On the other side, facing thousands of sword shadows, Fang Hanyu did not retreat but advanced instead. Chaos Qi surged around him, shattering the sword shadows that filled the sky.

Then, man and sword merged into one, turning into a streak of gray Chaos, crashing directly into the main body of Immortal King Sword Venerable.

"Pfft!"

Immortal King Sword Venerable's protective divine light shattered like glass. He was sent flying as if struck by lightning, crashing through countless Formation Flags of the sect-protecting grand formation along the way.

"Ah—!"

A shrill scream came from the Sect Master of the Nether Sect. The figure of Ling Xi disappeared into thin air, and when she reappeared, she was right in front of the Myriad Soul Banner!

The short blade in her hand emitted a cold light that made the Soul tremble. With one slash, the Myriad Soul Banner, which was said to contain billions of grievance-filled Souls, was actually severed at the waist!

Countless vengeful Souls lost control and backlashed, wrapping the Sect Master of the Nether Sect tightly.

Meanwhile, Wang Xiaopang let out a strange cry and slapped all the golden Talismans in his hand onto the giant shield.

"Get lost—for your Young Master!"

The giant shield expanded in the wind, transforming into a primordial sacred mountain. With an unrivaled, heavy Aura, it slammed fiercely into Old Ancestor Luotian's ancient mirror.

"Clang!"

The mirror surface cracked. Old Ancestor Luotian felt a mountain-toppling force strike him. His protective immortal essence collapsed instantly, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, being smashed directly into the deep underground, life or death unknown.

As for the cloud and mist chains of the Mountain Master of Yunmiao, they were torn to shreds by a pure storm of Divine Power amidst a heaven-shaking roar from the Mo Yu Qilin.

Mo Yu's figure flashed, and his huge hooves, carrying destructive wind and thunder, stomped down fiercely!

"Bang!"

The Mountain Master of Yunmiao didn't even have time to scream before he was trampled into the mud, with only a pair of terrified eyes exposed.

In the blink of an eye, the battle situation reversed!

The originally fatal formation was actually torn to shreds by these five juniors with the momentum of thunder!

Five Peak Immortal Kings were all severely injured in a single encounter!

There was a death-like silence between heaven and earth.

Those Immortal Kings who were originally prepared to form a formation to trap and kill them now had their mouths wide open, their eyeballs about to pop out, and the Magic Treasures in their hands were trembling.

"This... is this... a forbidden technique?!"

"Impossible! How could an Immortal Lord possess this level of power?!"

"What is their background?! Who is standing behind them?!"

The coalition army collapsed completely, and fear spread like a plague!

Are these still humans? They are simply five primordial Vicious Beasts wearing human skin!

Xiao Ruobai held a long halberd, covered in blood, yet he appeared like a god of war descending upon the world.

The wounds on his body were still bleeding, but that Aura was like a god or demon awakening, pressing down so hard that all the Immortal Kings present couldn't catch their breath.

The complexions of Immortal King Zichen, Immortal King Sword Venerable, the Sect Master of the Nether Sect, Old Ancestor Luotian, and the Mountain Master of Yunmiao were no longer sallow, but pale.

An unprecedented fear, like a cold poisonous snake, was climbing up their spines, almost freezing their wills.

They had traversed the Immortal Domain for hundreds of thousands of years and had never seen, or even imagined, that such an unreasonable Domain could exist.

It not only suppressed spiritual power and sealed Divine Abilities, but it could also fundamentally weaken or even temporarily deprive them of their perception and invocation of the Great Dao Laws!

"What kind of evil art is this?!"

Immortal King Zichen roared. He tried to invoke the Imperial Dynasty's national destiny to communicate with the will of the Immortal Sovereign in the underworld, but all sensations seemed to be...

They finally understood why Tianluo, Ghost Fog, and Xian Wang Yun Yao had fallen so strangely and quickly.

In this Domain, the difference between an Immortal King and a lamb waiting to be slaughtered was only how long they could struggle.

Xiao Ruobai held his blood-dripping long halberd and stepped through the air, step by step, with pale golden battle patterns flowing around his body.

It faintly echoed with the Cant Beat Me Domain, making him look like the master of this world.

His eyes were cold as he scanned the audience, finally fixing on the pale-faced Immortal King Zichen, a cruel and arrogant curve hooking at the corner of his mouth:

"Just now you said, if we hand over the Legacy, we can leave a whole corpse?"

Xiao Ruobai flicked his wrist, and the blood on the long halberd scattered across the sky. He tilted his head slightly, his eyes revealing a heart-palpitating madness:

"Now, I return this sentence to you, word for word."

"Either kneel, or—die!"

As the last word was uttered, the terrifying pressure on the five of them surged again, as if it were about to collapse the firmament of this Purple Miasma Mountain!

Immortal King Zichen's face was as pale as paper. The excruciating pain in his arm was secondary; what truly terrified him was the ubiquitous suppression within the Domain.

He could feel that the Imperial Dragon Qi flowing in his body was now like a stream in a quagmire, its circulation sluggish by more than ten times!

Immortal King Sword Venerable stared fixedly at Fang Hanyu. He had traversed the Immortal Domain for hundreds of thousands of years and had never seen such a bizarre Domain, nor had he ever seen such a Heaven-Defying young man.

No, it was five.

"Juniors..."

Immortal King Zichen's lips moved, but the threat or compromise following that "Junior" hadn't even had time to utter a complete syllable.

Xiao Ruobai, Fang Hanyu, Ling Xi, Mo Yu, and Wang Xiaopang moved. The moment Immortal King Zichen opened his mouth, they had already turned into five fatal afterimages, tearing through the solidified air!

"What?!"

The complexions of Immortal King Zichen, Immortal King Sword Venerable, and even the Sect Master of the Nether Sect, Old Ancestor Luotian, and the Mountain Master of Yunmiao in the rear, the five Peak Immortal Kings, changed drastically at the same time.

They had anticipated countless possibilities: negotiations, a stalemate, the other side hesitating under the deterrence of the Immortal Sovereign...

But they never expected that the other side wouldn't even bother to say a word of nonsense, their killing intent pure and decisive to such an extent!

In their past cognition, when an Immortal Lord faced a Peak Immortal King, even if they had the advantage, there would always be a process of Aura confrontation and verbal probing.

But these five people in front of them broke all common sense. Their code of conduct had only one rule—

Seize the flaw, kill with one blow!

"Stop them!"

Immortal King Zichen roared, the Imperial Dragon Qi in his body roaring wildly, trying to break through the Domain suppression and unleash his life-saving Divine Ability.

Immortal King Sword Venerable pointed like a sword, and a sword light lit up between his eyebrows. That was his trump card, the Heart Sword Escaping Void technique, which could sever all locks in an instant and flee thousands of miles away.

The Sect Master of the Nether Sect shrieked, viscous, substantial Nether ghost Qi surging around him. Old Ancestor Luotian sacrificed a primitive tortoise shell, light flowing over it, and the Mountain Master of Yunmiao turned into mist, about to dissipate into the world.

However, at this critical moment—

"Suppress!"

A crisp fox cry, carrying a strange rhythm, exploded in the deepest part of everyone's Divine Soul!

Dong Li floated high in the sky, the galaxy reversing in his red-silver eyes, nightmares floating and sinking. All his Divine Soul power poured out without reservation, not as an attack, but as the purest suppression!

The Heart-Moon Fox's innate Divine Soul power, mixed with the sinking characteristics of the Nightmare Ancient Beast, turned into an invisible heavy hammer at this moment, smashing fiercely onto the Divine Souls of the five Peak Immortal Kings!

"Ugh!"

The five of them shook violently, everything went black before their eyes, their Divine Souls seemed to be frozen, and their thinking experienced a moment of stagnation.