321: Chapter 321 Rematch

Zi Daolin was greatly alarmed; he couldn't understand why he had been targeted.

He had heard from Dongfang Lin that the opponent possessed an Immortal Artifact!

But this was clearly not the time to investigate such things; a long purple sword instantly appeared in his hand.

As his Lifebound Treasure, this sword had also reached the Late-stage Great Emperor level.

"Immortal Artifact? Let me see just how powerful an Immortal Artifact really is!"

With a low roar, a thousand-zhang sword radiance erupted, meeting the golden light that Kunkun was smashing down from above.

"Hmm?" As their attacks collided, Zi Daolin was slightly taken aback.

The scene of defeat he had imagined did not occur; although the golden light was strong, it was not so strong that he couldn't resist it.

"Caw caw caw! To deal with a small fry like you, this Marshal doesn't bother using an Immortal Artifact!"

Kunkun flapped its wings excitedly, "Today, this Marshal is going to beat you using my own strength!"

Hearing this, Zi Daolin breathed a sigh of relief inwardly, his gaze instantly becoming extremely sharp.

"Good! Since we are both Late-stage Great Emperors, let us fight with our true abilities!"

"Hehe..." The Fire Bird's laughter carried sarcasm, "You don't need to use those words to goad this Marshal!"

"How we fight is up to me! If I don't want to use an Immortal Artifact now, I won't! If I decide to use the power of an Immortal Artifact later, what can you do about it?"

"You!" Zi Daolin's breath hitched, and he hurriedly turned to ask Dongfang Lin for help, "Immortal Dongfang..."

"Fellow Daoist Zi!" Dongfang Lin interrupted him directly, "There must be a reason why this bird targeted you; it shouldn't use an Immortal Artifact to deal with you for the time being!"

"Please hold it off for a while. We have the advantage now; I will lead everyone to annihilate the rest of the alien races first!"

"This..." Zi Daolin frowned slightly but couldn't refute, "I will try my best, but if it uses an Immortal Artifact, Zi can only focus on self-preservation!"

"That goes without saying!" Dongfang Lin took a deep look at the man and the bird, a smile flashing across the corner of his mouth.

Only at this moment did he believe that the Emperor Lord truly intended to cooperate with him.

The actions of the bird before him were clearly throwing the fight for him.

On the other side, the battle between the Lord of Sacred Heart Mansion and the nine, including Wu Dalang, had restarted, and the situation was almost indistinguishable.

"But... there are still them!" Dongfang Lin's gaze swept over Jiang Yunyi and the others, "Does the Emperor Lord intend to deal with those four himself?"

"Swish swish swish..." While he was speculating, eighty-one figures suddenly appeared around Jiang Yunyi and the others.

"Eighty-one Great Saints?" Long Yan raised the corner of his mouth, looking at the golden figure in front.

"Are you that so-called Emperor Lord? Do you really think they can trap three Great Emperors? And they are all Late-stage Great Emperors..."

The corners of the mouth beneath the golden figure's mask also lifted, "Won't you know if you try?"

"Roar roar roar..." As the words fell, eighty-one silver dragons rushed out from the eighty-one Great Saints.

Then, they merged in groups of nine to form nine golden dragons, which were no different from the Nine Dragons Heaven-Trapping Formation being used by Emperor Di Jia and the others not far away.

Dongfang Lin's pupils constricted.

"Using eighty-one Great Saints to jointly perform this slightly inferior Nine Dragon Formation? I didn't expect him to have such means!"

Watching the small Nine Dragon Formation briefly trap Long Bing and the others, the golden figure nodded in satisfaction, then looked at Dongfang Lin, grinning.

"Since everyone has started! Let us not just stand idle, shall we?!"

"Boom!" As soon as the voice fell, the giant golden sword had already slashed before him.

"Hahaha... Do you think this old man is afraid of you?!" Dongfang Lin's laughter shook the sky, but his eyes glanced from time to time toward the direction where Lin Bei was.

At this moment, the armies of both sides had also begun to fight, and all the Cultivators of the Heavenly Court had joined the battlefield.

Only Lin Bei and Shi Qingxuan remained in place, having made no moves.

Finally, he focused his attention on the battlefield between the Lord of Sacred Heart Mansion and the nine Great Emperors.

To kill Lin Bei with one blow, the variable he was most worried about was the Lord of Sacred Heart Mansion.

"Don't rush... wait a little longer, and he will become more relaxed!"

Today, Lin Bei had come seeking death; the one sitting in the wheelchair was naturally his true self, while the one wearing golden armor fighting Dongfang Lin was his Phantom Clone.

"Boom boom boom..." The giant golden sword was unhurried, slashing forward one sword at a time.

The smile on Dongfang Lin's face grew brighter and brighter, and he circled with the Emperor Lord before him with great tacit understanding.

Soon, casualties appeared again in the armies of both sides, and tens of thousands of Cultivators were harvested like wild grass.

Just like last time, after every Cultivator died, white wisps of smoke would fly out and drift toward Lin Bei.

"Damn! Why hasn't this old thing made a move yet?" Lin Bei muttered inwardly, sitting in the wheelchair.

"Hmm? What did you say about making a move?" Shi Qingxuan stood behind, her body leaning forward slightly, her soft hair brushing against his cheek.

"Uh... I meant, why haven't you made a move to help?" Lin Bei's heart trembled, and he held his breath, trying not to pay attention to the faint fragrance in her hair.

"No!" Shi Qingxuan shook her head, "My mission is to protect you!"

"Ah?" Lin Bei turned his head slightly, "Who gave you this mission?"

"My father!" Shi Qingxuan had just finished speaking when her expression suddenly changed, "Careful!"

Before the voice fell, a mass of gray mist abruptly appeared beside the two.

In the mist, a pitch-black palm carrying the force of ten thousand jun struck directly at Lin Bei's crown!

"Clang!"

The next instant, a long cyan sword clashed with the black palm, emitting a metallic sound.

"Shi Qingxuan, do you want to stop me?!" An angry roar came from the gray mist.

"Scram!" Shi Qingxuan's lips moved slightly, spitting out only one word.

"Ahhhh..." Mo Mie roared, no longer hiding his figure, and appeared before the two, "Shi Qingxuan, this person destroyed my Demon Cloud Holy Land; today, I must kill him!"

"If you stop me, this Emperor will kill you too!"

Shi Qingxuan's eyes turned cold; she didn't waste any words with him and attacked with her sword.

The clash between the two Late-stage Great Emperor powerhouses immediately attracted much attention.

"Damn! These alien races are truly insidious! They actually hid a Great Emperor, wanting to assassinate the Lord of the Heavenly Court!"

In the distance, a group of Desolate Ancient Continent Cultivators watching the battle were indignant.

"Indeed, shameless enough. Everyone in the world knows the Lord of the Heavenly Court is already crippled, yet they still want to attack him!"

"Fortunately, there is a Fairy guarding the Lord of the Heavenly Court!"

"Sigh! How sad and lamentable! Think of how heroic and spirited the Lord of the Heavenly Court was back then; today, he has been reduced to being protected by a woman..."

"Fellow Daoist, why does your tone sound sour?"

Dongfang Lin also noticed the battle between Shi Qingxuan and Mo Mie, and his eyes couldn't help but light up.

"Emperor Lord, I didn't expect you to have such a backup plan!"

The Phantom Clone raised the corner of his mouth, "If one is to help, one should help to the end. Since I have agreed to cooperate, naturally I must clear all obstacles for Your Excellency..."

"Good! Worthy of being the Emperor Lord!" Dongfang Lin praised with a smile, but a flash of viciousness appeared in his eyes.

Hmph! Emperor Lord? Once this old man kills that little bastard, you will be the next one!

Three dao seeds? This old man wants all six! And I will harvest an Immortal sword while I'm at it!

At this moment, the battle between the armies of both sides had reached a white-hot stage; ordinary Cultivators fell in droves, and Saints and Great Saints also began to perish continuously.

Inside the Portable Space, the charred willow tree had sprouted two thin, new branches at some unknown time.

Shi Yunmeng stood under the tree, watching more and more white wisps of smoke surge toward the branches, concern appearing in her eyes, "Sister Willow, can you still hold on?"