60: A glimmer of starlight in the face of despair

Deep within the Demon Suppressing Abyss, the heavens wept blood.

This was no longer a Holy Land for treasure hunting, but an Asura's slaughterhouse.

"Rumble—!"

Above the firmament, the Void Realm shattered into billions of glass-like fragments.

Four towering figures clashed wildly amidst the Chaos currents. Every exchange shook the entire Secret Realm, as if the apocalypse had arrived.

That was a battle at the Great Saint level.

The cane in Aunt Ye's hand had long since transformed into a ten-thousand-foot-long Azure Wood Dragon. Fighting three Great Saints alone, she surprisingly didn't fall behind.

However, her face grew increasingly pale.

"Old woman Ye, do you still intend to resist to the bitter end?"

The Heavenly Kingdom Sovereign stood upon the clouds, Holy Light and bloody Qi intertwining. His voice was as cold as a god's judgment.

"You can protect yourself, but can you protect that girl?"

Aunt Ye's heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly looked down.

The battlefield on the ground was already a sea of crimson.

"Puff!"

Ninth Princess Ji Lanxi spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with golden visceral fragments. She crashed heavily onto a massive black rock like a Phoenix with broken wings.

The rock shattered.

Dust flew everywhere.

Her pale golden palace dress, symbolizing the dignity of the Imperial Court, was now in tatters. The exposed skin was covered in hideous blade scars, deep enough to see the bone.

"Cough, cough..."

Ji Luanxi struggled to stand up, only to find that her legs had long since lost all sensation.

And all around her...

A hundred-foot-tall blood-colored pagoda floated in mid-air, trailing down billions of blood-red threads, sealing every inch of space within a ten-mile radius.

"Run."

The red-robed old man stepped on the Void Realm, looking at the trapped beast below with a mocking expression.

Behind him, seven or eight Saints with terrifying auras were lined up in a fan shape, like a pack of wolves encircling a lamb.

"Ninth Princess, Your Highness, why have you stopped running?"

"Where is that arrogance from earlier?"

Ji Luanxi bit her lip hard until she tasted the metallic tang of blood.

Her hand tightly gripped the now-dimmed Thunder Talisman.

It was her final trump card for survival, yet it couldn't even break the defense of this blood-colored pagoda.

Despair.

An unprecedented despair.

"You all..."

Ji Luanxi raised her head. In her once-brilliant Phoenix eyes, a flame of madness now burned.

"Do you really think you have me at your mercy?"

Boom!

A dominating golden flame erupted from her body without warning.

That was her Origin.

It was the Foundation of her Nine Phoenix Sacred Body.

She was burning her Bloodline!

"Even if I die, I will take a few of you with me!"

Ji Luanxi roared as her form transformed into a golden Phoenix of Rebirth. Instead of retreating, she charged madly toward the red-robed old man.

"Madwoman!"

The red-robed old man's expression changed. He hadn't expected this woman to dare to counterattack in such a state.

"Stop her!"

Two experts at the Peak of the Saint realm sneered. They moved in from the left and right, meeting her with Saint weapons in hand.

"Nothing more than a spent arrow!"

However...

In the next second...

"Explode!"

A look of determination flashed in Ji Luanxi's eyes. A crimson Medicinal Pill suddenly appeared in her hand, and she threw her head back to swallow it.

Saint Ascension Pill!

Overdrawing potential to forcibly increase combat power tenfold!

Rumble!

Her aura surged instantly, briefly breaking through the threshold of a Saint King at this moment.

"Die!"

The golden Phoenix's sharp claws tore through the Void Realm.

"Puchi!"

"Puchi!"

Two sickening thuds.

The two Saints who had rushed forward didn't even have time to scream before they were torn into a spray of mangled flesh.

Instant kill!

The entire field fell into a dead silence.

The red-robed old man's eyelids twitched wildly, and he instinctively took a half-step back.

But this stunning blow had also exhausted Ji Luanxi's last bit of strength.

*Thud.*

The golden flames extinguished.

Ji Luanxi fell heavily to the ground, unable to move even a finger.

The backlash arrived.

Her Meridians were shattered, and her Dantian was drained.

Right now, she was worse off than even a Mortal.

"Good... very good."

The red-robed old man regained his composure. Looking at his subordinates who were now just two piles of mangled meat, his face turned so dark it seemed it could drip ink.

"As expected of the Imperial Court's Ninth Princess, you are ruthless enough."

"Unfortunately, this is as far as you go."

He waved his hand.

From behind, two young figures who had not yet acted stepped forward slowly.

A Blond Youth held a golden divine spear, its tip flickering with a heart-palpitating cold light.

The Blood-Robed Figure held a dripping flexible sword, his gaze as cold as a snake's.

Two Saint Kings!

This was the true killing blow of this ambush.

"Stop playing around."

The Blond Youth spoke indifferently, the tip of his spear pointing directly at Ji Luanxi's forehead.

"Send the princess on her way."

"That old woman is about to collapse. Delays lead to complications."

The Blood-Robed Figure licked his lips and gave a grim smile.

"The blood of a Nine Phoenix Sacred Body must be delicious."

The two exchanged a glance and attacked simultaneously.

"Buzz!"

The golden divine spear transformed into a roaring golden Dragon, piercing through the Void Realm.

The blood-colored flexible sword turned into an eerie red line, aiming straight for her throat.

A certain-kill strike!

There was no suspense left.

Ji Luanxi watched the two beams of death rapidly enlarging in her pupils and slowly closed her eyes.

It was over.

In this moment, what flashed through her mind wasn't the glory of the Imperial Court or her father's majesty.

But a man wearing star-patterned robes who always lazily bargained with her.

"Su Xuanchen..."

"You liar."

"You promised me you'd live off a woman with pride..."

"I'm about to die, where are you..."

A single tear slid down from the corner of her eye... Thousands of miles away, in a desolate stone forest.

"Bang!"

A dull thud.

A head exploded like a watermelon, red and white matter splashing everywhere.

Su Xuanchen withdrew his hand and wiped it disgustedly on the headless corpse.

It was none other than the previously insufferable Black Horn of the Fentian Demon Palace.

"That's it?"

Su Xuanchen glanced at the corpse on the ground, his eyes full of disdain.

"A Saint King?"

"You couldn't even take a single slap from me. Stop pretending to be a big shot."

Just now.

This guy had jumped out with his blade, but before he could finish his threats, Su Xuanchen had shattered his Protective Aura with a slap and casually crushed his skull.

Soul Search.

Simple and crude.

A fragment of memory flooded into his mind.

"Ambushing the Ninth Princess?"

"Great Saint Killing Array?"

Su Xuanchen's gaze instantly turned cold.

The surrounding temperature plummeted, and even the dust in the air froze.

"How bold."

"Daring to touch my long-term meal ticket."

"This is cutting off the Su Family's source of income."

Su Xuanchen turned around and looked toward the core area of the Demon Suppressing Abyss.

There, blood-red light shot into the sky, and Great Saint pressure permeated the air.

Su Xuanchen took a deep breath, and the "Ten Thousand Tribulations Eternal Primal Demon" Origin within his body surged into action.

Boom!

The ground beneath his feet cracked.

Su Xuanchen's form turned into a brilliant beam of starlight, instantly tearing through the Void Realm and vanishing from the spot... The core battlefield.

The shadow of death had already enveloped Ji Luanxi's entire body.

The golden divine spear was only an inch away from her forehead.

The sharp spear-glow had even pierced her delicate skin, causing a single drop of crimson blood to seep out.

The blood-colored flexible sword was even pressed against her throat.

"Die!"

A cruel sense of pleasure flickered in the Blond Youth's eyes.

As long as she was killed, a corner of the Imperial Court's Luck would collapse, and the Heavenly Kingdom would usher in a new era!

At this critical moment...

"Clang!"

A crisp sound of clashing metal suddenly exploded in the center of the battlefield.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

The expected spray of blood did not occur.

Ji Luanxi's eyelashes trembled as she slowly opened her eyes.

In the next second...

Her pupils suddenly constricted, and her breath hitched.

A tall and slender figure had appeared in front of her at some unknown time.

His star-patterned robes fluttered loudly, and his black hair danced wildly.

He was like a towering divine mountain, blocking out all death and despair.

Su Xuanchen!

He really came!

And what was even more horrifying to everyone...

That golden divine spear, capable of piercing through mountains, was now being held firmly in the palm of a fair and slender hand.

The shaft of the spear trembled violently, letting out a groan of being overburdened, yet it could not advance even a fraction of an inch.

Catching a Saint King weapon with bare hands?!

As for that eerie and tricky blood-colored flexible sword... "Crack!"

Without even looking, Su Xuanchen flicked the index finger of his other hand.

As if flicking away a speck of dust.

That flexible sword, a Supreme Grade Sage Weapon, actually snapped in the middle and went flying!

"Puff!"

The Blood-Robed Figure felt as if he had been struck by lightning. The web between his thumb and forefinger split open, and he stumbled back, his eyes filled with horror.

"Who... who are you?!"