Who was their true target?
Shi Hao stood in the distance, his divine light concealed within his gaze, not revealing his terrifying power as he quietly observed.
Everything happened too quickly—two supreme experts had launched their assault!
Princess Yueyao descended from the heavens, her beauty unparalleled, her robes fluttering like a celestial maiden descending from the moon. With a graceful wave of her hand, blinding white divine light erupted, forcing onlookers to shield their eyes.
Xuan Kun let out a long roar, his hair whipping wildly as he formed hand seals. With the force of a collapsing mountain, he struck down, shattering the sky.
Boom!
The battlefield erupted as overwhelming power surged forth, crashing toward the combatants below.
“Wang Xi is in danger!” Shi Hao murmured to himself. He believed the two were targeting Wang Xi, given that Princess Yueyao and Wang Xi were rivals, hailing from opposing immortal families locked in eternal competition.
Yet, the outcome defied his expectations.
The two descending figures did not strike Wang Xi—instead, their attacks converged on Lü Tuo, decisive, ruthless, and utterly relentless!
At the same time, Wang Xi also moved, unleashing an ancient celestial technique to strike Lü Tuo, her aura sharp and imposing.
A shocking twist unfolded—three supreme experts had joined forces, each deploying their strongest techniques to encircle and annihilate Lü Tuo.
Shi Hao’s expression shifted in surprise. He never imagined that Princess Yueyao and Wang Xi could set aside their enmity and unite against a common foe.
Clearly, this was no impulsive act. Princess Yueyao, Xuan Kun, and Wang Xi had conspired in advance, reaching a silent agreement.
This was an assassination!
It was a testament to Lü Tuo’s fearsome reputation that even bitter rivals would unite to eliminate him—a move few would dare to make.
Boom!
The void shattered as thunder roared. True dragons and blood phoenixes soared while a qilin bellowed—divine techniques and celestial arts clashed in a spectacle of overwhelming power.
The heavens cracked, the battlefield trembled, and the very fabric of reality quaked.
This was a battle of young supremes. The area was engulfed in primordial chaos, divine techniques dancing wildly as ancient celestial arts displayed their supreme might, shaking the soul.
The battlefield was obscured, visible only when immortal energy burned with blinding radiance.
Immortal light pierced the heavens, splitting the cosmos!
“Pfft!”
In this ambush, Lü Tuo coughed up a mouthful of blood, finally wounded. Then, struck by a devastating blow, he was sent flying from the battle, crashing into the distance.
“My lord!” His followers cried out in alarm, rushing to aid him.
Distant spectators gaped in shock. They had been watching the battle closely but never anticipated such an outcome.
“Princess Yueyao, Wang Xi, and Xuan Kun had planned this all along—they meant to eliminate Lü Tuo!”
The crowd marveled. Lü Tuo, a peerless genius of his generation, was about to fall? This battle proved his terrifying strength—why else would they fear him enough to prioritize his elimination?
“Kill!”
The trio pursued, still attacking in unison, unleashing ancient celestial arts to suppress the fleeing powerhouse.
Lü Tuo roared like thunder, the sound causing nearby crimson-haired beasts to explode. His figure transformed into a streak of light as he shot toward the horizon, desperate to escape.
Far away, many spectators staggered from the sonic blast, some even vomiting blood, their bodies swaying unsteadily.
Lü Tuo was swift as lightning, leaving behind only an afterimage as he nearly vanished from sight.
Yet, Wang Xi, Xuan Kun, and Princess Yueyao were no weaklings. All three had cultivated three strands of immortal qi, standing among the strongest of their generation. They gave chase, impossible to shake off, and unleashed another wave of supreme techniques.
The ancient celestial arts unfurled—heaven collapsed, earth split!
Though fleeing, Lü Tuo had no choice but to counterattack, lest he suffer grievous harm. He hadn’t created enough distance to escape their range.
Boom!
This collision ignited runes and bone scripts, erupting in dazzling brilliance.
Lü Tuo roared in fury, his injuries worsening as blood streamed from his lips, splattering the ground.
This was beyond his expectations—and everyone else’s. Three supremes had united to ambush him, a shocking turn of events.
“Pfft!”
Another mouthful of blood. Lü Tuo seemed to have lost nine lives at once, his vigor sapped. The harrowing escape had nearly cost him everything, but he had survived.
Multiple bones were fractured, his vitality severely depleted. He could no longer fight.
His sole consolation was that he had escaped, burning his essence blood to activate his celestial art and vanish from sight.
His followers, unable to match his speed, were left behind—save for Shi Hao, who had kept pace.
Only those present in the area or passing by could witness this spectacle; otherwise, the movements of these supremes would have been impossible to track.
Shi Hao followed silently, observing from afar. At the last moment, he felt the urge to pursue the heavily wounded Lü Tuo but restrained himself.
“Crack!”
Terrifying lightning split the void, accompanied by dragon roars and tiger growls. Immortal phantoms flickered as radiant light surged.
This was bad—someone had been waiting for this opportunity!
Princess Yueyao, peerless in beauty, moved alongside Xuan Kun, suddenly turning their assault on Wang Xi.
The ambush was both abrupt and inevitable.
After all, Princess Yueyao and Wang Xi were eternal rivals. No matter the circumstances, they would always clash, even after a fleeting alliance.
“Boom!”
The battle raged as Wang Xi fought back against the duo.
Originally, spectators were barred from interfering, but given the chaos, it was clear this was no act—they intended to ensure she suffered no harm.
Swoosh!
A divine light streaked across the sky, piercing through countless techniques and runes.
Another fierce battle erupted!
The trio’s celestial arts once again illuminated the world.
“Pfft!”
Blood trickled from Wang Xi’s lips. This time, she was the target—not Lü Tuo.
She fled swiftly. Fighting two supremes alone would only end in disaster—escape was her only option.
Yet, her foes were too powerful. Like Lü Tuo, she found herself ambushed and grievously wounded.
Swish!
Wang Xi, a prodigy from an immortal family, managed to escape despite Princess Yueyao’s relentless pursuit, vanishing into the distance.
“Come!” As she passed Shi Hao, she enveloped him in a radiant light, pulling him along in her flight.
“Need help? I can fight for you,” Shi Hao offered.
“You’re no match for them. Don’t risk it,” Wang Xi replied.
After fleeing some distance, she halted, quickly sitting down to consume a divine pill and meditate, restoring her vitality.
Shi Hao stood guard, motionless as she recovered.
Soon, Wang Xi opened her eyes. Injuries from a three-immortal-qi cultivator couldn’t heal so quickly, but she had no choice—lingering risked pursuit.
They advanced in the same direction Lü Tuo had fled.
Wang Xi didn’t wipe away the blood staining her robes, a clear testament to her recent battle. Yet here she was, pressing forward urgently.
“Lü Tuo!” Shi Hao narrowed his eyes, spotting a figure blocking their path—a man with emerald hair, his presence as imposing as a mountain.
Wang Xi stopped, observing him without attacking.
After a moment, she spoke calmly, “We must strike back and wound them. Otherwise, with both of us weakened, we’ll be hunted like wounded prey. That would be disastrous.”
After a brief silence, Lü Tuo nodded, joining her in turning back.
It was surreal—mere moments ago, Wang Xi had been part of the group ambushing Lü Tuo. Now, they stood together, preparing to face their foes as allies.
The reason was simple: cultivators of three immortal qi strands were too fearsome. With both Lü Tuo and Wang Xi severely wounded, they risked being hunted down during their recovery.
For survival, they formed a temporary alliance.
Soon, Wang Xi and Lü Tuo concealed themselves, lying in wait for an opportunity—they had an escape route prepared.
Finally, Princess Yueyao and Xuan Kun appeared. Having achieved a great victory, finding and eliminating Lü Tuo and Wang Xi would be the perfect conclusion.
Boom!
The heavens trembled as the earth quaked.
Wang Xi and Lü Tuo’s ambush succeeded. Xuan Kun, struck by a palm and a finger strike, collapsed, his flesh mangled.
The reversal was too sudden. Xuan Kun staggered, drenched in blood, his face a mask of crimson as his life force wavered.
Yet, he was no ordinary man. Though grievously wounded, he clung to life.
“Hold on, brother. Together, we can face them!” Princess Yueyao urged.
But Xuan Kun gave her a deep look before decisively fleeing.
Clearly, wounded as he was, he dared not stay with an unscathed Princess Yueyao. It was better if she, too, suffered injuries.
Their rivalry was too intense. If one remained unharmed while the other weakened, the consequences would be dire.
Princess Yueyao retreated swiftly!
No one could have predicted this outcome—it was nothing short of astonishing.
“Bang!”
As Wang Xi and Lü Tuo pressed their assault, Princess Yueyao fled while strategizing, yet still suffered wounds, blood streaming from her nose and mouth.
Shi Hao watched, dumbfounded. All four were injured now. Their earlier alliance had been fragile, their motives divergent—leading to this chaotic spectacle.
The battle ceased. No one fought to the death.
Shi Hao murmured to himself, “Should I act now? Will my path bloom while others wither?!”
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