121: Familiar despair, the lingering fear of the heartless empress

At this moment, Shen Ningshuang, as the Sect Master of Jueqing Immortal Sect, finally panicked.

In her opinion, no matter what the other party's origin was, since he could forcefully kill Elder Han Xue, who possessed a Quasi-Emperor Sixth Level cultivation, with thunderous methods, preventing her from even sending a distress signal back to Jueqing Immortal Sect, his cultivation realm must not be too low.

He was at least an expert at the Quasi-Emperor Seventh Layer, the same as herself, or even higher!

Such a terrifying existence, even she herself had no confidence in dealing with him.

If the other party wanted to kill Murong Yanran, Murong Yanran, with only a Saint Monarch Ninth Layer cultivation, would have no other choice but death.

Even if Murong Yanran temporarily broke through and advanced from the Saint Monarch Ninth Layer realm to the Saint King realm, facing an expert of the Quasi-Emperor level, she would still be unable to contend with him.

And as Murong Yanran's master, even if she died today, she swore to save her.

This was why she did not mobilize the entire Jueqing Immortal Sect.

She, Shen Ningshuang, could die, but the legacy of Jueqing Immortal Sect could not be extinguished.

At the same time... the Red Dust Grotto-Heaven was experiencing a world-ending catastrophe due to the battle's aftermath.

One after another, world-destroying fireballs descended from the sky, fiercely striking the Red Dust Grotto-Heaven's barrier.

"Old Ling, do you think such terrifying battle aura can really be possessed by a Supreme and Saint Monarch cultivator?"

"Don't ask, if you ask, the answer is I don't know. This is also the first time I've seen a cultivator below the Quasi-Emperor level cause such a big stir in a battle."

Above the Red Dust Grotto-Heaven, two figures with naturally formed auras stood proudly.

They were Luo Wenzhou, the Grotto-Heaven Master of Red Dust Grotto-Heaven, and Ling Kongzi, the proprietor of Red Dust Inn.

Both of them possessed the strength of a Quasi-Emperor Seventh Layer and were the strongest in this Red Dust Grotto-Heaven.

Outside, they would also be considered incredible figures, akin to founding ancestors.

Logically speaking, at their level, experts below the Quasi-Emperor would not even catch their eye.

But at this moment, looking at the scene before them, a hint of solemnity appeared on both their faces.

This was because a component within the incoming battle aura was within their controllable range: an Emperor Weapon.

"Old Ling, do you think we've lived for tens of thousands of years in vain?"

"Old Luo, what do you mean by that?"

"A Supreme and a Saint Monarch are fighting with Emperor Weapons, yet the two of us, having come all this way, are still dirt poor."

"Do you think Emperor Weapons are like cabbages by the roadside, one for every person? Throughout the entire Upper Heavens, there are only a few who possess Emperor Weapons."

"How about... we go get one to play with? To hold down the fort for Red Dust Grotto-Heaven!"

"What, have you not heard of the many experts who fell to the lower realms? The appearance of Emperor Weapons is not a good omen!"

"Now that you mention it, I don't seem to have that much interest in this Emperor Weapon."

Luo Wenzhou, as a Quasi-Emperor Seventh Layer expert, how could he not know that an Emperor Weapon was a hot potato?

At this moment, he was merely joking with Ling Kongzi.

As the Grotto-Heaven Master of Red Dust Grotto-Heaven, Luo Wenzhou only hoped that no matter what happened, it would not involve Red Dust Grotto-Heaven.

After all, this was where he would retire in the future; every blade of grass and every tree embodied his painstaking effort.

The same went for Ling Kongzi; he only wanted to be a hands-off manager at Red Dust Inn and diligently study the literary dao.

But the appearance of that man next would eventually change everything.

In the center of the boundless void battlefield... Xuan Tianchen and Heartless Empress were still fighting fiercely, with vast power of laws and the might of an Emperor Weapon surging back and forth.

Every strike unleashed contained an ultimate killing move.

"My beloved Murong Yanran, this much strength isn't enough to kill This Imperial Son!" Xuan Tianchen sneered, directly forcing back Heartless Empress with a halberd strike.

In the previous battle, he was merely toying with the other party.

But now, he was getting tired of playing!

As the two pulled apart, the outcome of the battle was clear at a glance.

Heartless Empress's clothes were tattered.

Her originally smooth and jade-like right arm was now exposed, blood flowing freely, and her aura was slightly chaotic.

In contrast, Xuan Tianchen remained in his peak divine state.

It was clear at a glance who was stronger and who was weaker.

In response, Heartless Empress, supporting her injured right arm, couldn't help but marvel inwardly:

"Is this the Imperial Scion of today's Imperial Clan? How can his combat power be so terrifying!"

As the former Heartless Empress, she had seen many Immortal Emperor descendants.

But none of them were as terrifying as Xuan Tianchen.

In the battle just now, she vaguely felt that Xuan Tianchen had not used his full strength.

This feeling of despair couldn't help but remind her of the extraterrestrial visitors who had caused her demise in the past.

If it weren't for Xuan Tianchen's previous actions violating her bottom line, making it absolutely necessary for him to die, she would have truly wanted to entrust him with the important task of guarding the Upper Heavens, and then do everything to help him step into the Divine Realm.

Because she understood that with her talent and strength, even if she entered the Divine Realm, she would not be a match for those terrifying figures.

But now, none of that mattered; she only wanted Xuan Tianchen dead.

"This Empress admits that I did underestimate you before. Not many people can push This Empress to such a state; you are one of them. Precisely because of this, I must not let you live."

As Heartless Empress spoke, a look of determination flashed in her beautiful eyes.

Immediately after, a supreme Dharma Idol, looking down upon heaven and earth, suddenly manifested in the void.

The phoenix illusion that had been somewhat dim before now once again shone with brilliant light.

Along with it, a loud phoenix cry resounded through heaven and earth.

At this moment, she was prepared to fight to the death.

Even if she perished here today, she would drag Xuan Tianchen down with her.

"This Imperial Son is also tired of playing. Next... I'll kill you!" Xuan Tianchen chuckled playfully, but the coldness in his eyes grew increasingly intense.

With a thought, a Saint Monarch Dharma Idol, entwined with eerie black qi, instantly bloomed.

Heartless Empress, facing this scene, seemed to have seen something terrifying.

Her pretty face immediately showed an expression of disbelief, and fear... "This strange aura... you are one of them!"

After completely returning to her true self from Murong Yanran, Heartless Empress remembered the events of her demise even more vividly.

Looking at Xuan Tianchen's Dharma Idol at this moment, she seemed to see the figures of those terrifying existences from back then.

"It seems you also have stories This Imperial Son doesn't know, but getting distracted during a battle is a bad habit; it can lead to death!"

Xuan Tianchen was indifferent to Heartless Empress's sudden shock.

No matter what past secrets she held in her heart, as long as he killed her, everything about her would be under his control.

"Woman, quietly listen to the lament of fate!" Xuan Tianchen's Saint Monarch Dharma Idol, wielding a giant halberd, radiated killing intent, intending to kill Heartless Empress with one blow.

However, just as Xuan Tianchen was about to make his move, a voice suddenly broke the stalemate on the battlefield.

"Your Excellency, to arbitrarily bully my Jueqing Immortal Sect disciples within my Jueqing Immortal Domain, is that not taking my Jueqing Immortal Sect too lightly?"

As the voice resounded through the sky, a giant hand, like the heavens, had already descended, pressing directly towards Xuan Tianchen.

"Interesting, another Quasi-Emperor Expert!" Xuan Tianchen's face showed fanaticism, and his Saint Monarch Dharma Idol swung the halberd in its hand, directly smashing the incoming killing move.

As the surging, violent power of laws dissipated, the appearance of the newcomer finally manifested in the void.

The person who arrived was none other than Shen Ningshuang, the Sect Master of Jueqing Immortal Sect!

"To injure my disciple like this, how dare you!" Shen Ningshuang looked at the severely injured Heartless Empress, and towering rage instantly ignited in her eyes.

A mere Saint Monarch cultivator, even with extraordinary combat power, would only face death under the crushing power of her Quasi-Emperor Seventh Layer cultivation.

But when she cast her gaze upon Xuan Tianchen, she felt as if the sky had collapsed!

"Imperial... Imperial Scion!"