In the grand hall of the Heavenly Sword Dao Palace, seven figures gathered.
Seated at the head was none other than the leader of this campaign into the Black Devil Four Nations—Thunderbolt King Mo Chao. Clad in purple robes, Mo Chao sat with a faint smile, surveying the formidable experts around him.
These were all supreme beings at the peak of the Chaos Realm’s tenth layer, each with extraordinary backgrounds.
To the left were three figures from the Myriad Realms Ancient Nation. Apart from the mysterious, black-robed expert whose form concealed venomous creatures, the other two were equally remarkable. One was a striking young man with blazing crimson hair, a flickering flame dancing at the center of his brow. Anyone with discernment could tell—this was a core disciple of the Chi Clan, one of the two most enigmatic noble families of the Myriad Realms Ancient Nation. Only those with sufficiently pure bloodlines could manifest such divine flames naturally.
The black-robed expert, the Chi Clan’s elite, and a short-haired man draped in a black cloak.
On the other side stood the dark-red-skinned, horned man, flanked by two masters of the Heavenly Sword Dao.
“Prince Chi Feng, this operation hinges on you. If you cannot suppress Dongbo Xueying, killing him swiftly will be difficult,” Thunderbolt King Mo Chao remarked. “Given enough time, the Southern Cloud Monarch will intervene.”
“Rest assured,” the crimson-haired youth replied indifferently. “By the time the Southern Cloud Monarch receives word and acts across such vast distances, we will have already struck multiple times. Dongbo Xueying will be long dead.”
At their level, battles unfolded in the blink of an eye—multiple exchanges occurring in mere moments.
“Moreover, we have also invited Raindust Pilgrim,” the crimson-haired youth added, glancing at the black-cloaked, short-haired man beside him.
The man smiled faintly. “You flatter me, Your Highness.”
“And with General Fan Chu Hu, one of the legendary Hundred War Demons of the Fan Clan, joining forces with Raindust Pilgrim, there will be no room for error,” the crimson-haired youth continued.
“Hahaha!” The dark-red-skinned, horned man, who had been chewing on metallic stones, laughed heartily. “Prince Chi Feng, you honor me too much.”
Fan Chu Hu.
Once, under the command of the Fan Clan’s legendary “Heaven-Rending Great Venerable,” there had been ninety-nine supreme warriors. Through a rare and peculiar encounter, the Great Venerable had obtained the core stone of a deceased “Crimson Devil Nine-Dream Beast,” using it to forge these ninety-nine warriors—each at the tenth layer of the Chaos Realm! These warriors were known as the “Hundred War Demons.” During the latter stages of the First Ancient Nation War, they had carved out countless battle merits. Their bodies were indestructible, their strength unparalleled. Yet, after countless eons, only thirty or so of these legendary warriors remained.
“General Chu Hu, we shall coordinate our attacks shortly,” the black-cloaked man said with a smile.
“Haha, the honor is yours, Raindust Pilgrim. I merely lend my brute strength,” Fan Chu Hu replied modestly.
The three conversed casually, paying little heed to the other two experts involved in this operation.
Even among tenth-layer Chaos Realm experts, there were vast disparities in power. Those who wielded formidable secret arts or terrifying treasures could easily match three or four ordinary tenth-layer experts. Take Dongbo Xueying, for instance—master of both the peerless *Red Cloud Combat Art* and *Twelve Sacred Forms of Southern Cloud*, wielding the Red Cloud Divine Spear. If he were to face the White Cloud Demon Lord again, he could overwhelm him effortlessly, even against three or four opponents.
Fan Chu Hu, one of the Hundred War Demons.
Prince Chi Feng, a core disciple of the noble Chi Clan.
Raindust Pilgrim, a disciple under the “Wanderer,” one of the Five Ancestors of the Myriad Realms Ancient Nation.
These three figures were of immense stature.
In comparison, the two experts dispatched by the Heavenly Sword Dao paled in significance.
*Hmph.*
*The Myriad Realms and Summerflame Ancient Nations are so arrogant, looking down on us brothers,* the two Heavenly Sword Dao experts—one clad in water-blue robes, the other in fiery red—silently communicated, though they voiced nothing aloud.
“Very well. Dongbo Xueying is currently wandering the streets. You may act at any moment,” Thunderbolt King Mo Chao said with a faint smile, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. “I shall await your triumphant news here.”
“Indeed.”
The crimson-haired youth rose. “No time to waste. We depart now.”
“Agreed.” Raindust Pilgrim and Fan Chu Hu stood as well, followed by the two Heavenly Sword Dao experts.
“Let’s go.”
Whoosh.
They vanished without a trace.
—
On the streets, Dongbo Xueying strolled leisurely, the crisp air brushing against him. He observed the bustling shops in the distance, the occasional luxurious carriages gliding through the skies above. His mind felt expansive, fragments of insight regarding the “True Form” of the *Five-Phase Sealing Art* surfacing and colliding within his thoughts.
*Swish.*
A sudden silence enveloped him.
The distant sounds grew muffled and sluggish, as if dragged through molasses. His own movements slowed noticeably.
*Not good.*
Dongbo Xueying instantly realized he had been ensnared.
High above, the crimson-haired youth stood, pointing toward him with a cold smirk. “Manipulating time is my innate gift. Having cultivated the *Past Scroll* of the *Three Lives Method*, breaking free from my Temporal Domain won’t be so easy.”
“Kill.”
“Die.”
The water-blue-robed and fiery-red-robed experts struck simultaneously. Everything was proceeding according to plan—flawlessly.
—
*Break! Break! Break!*
Dongbo Xueying knew all too well the peril of being trapped within an enemy’s Temporal Domain, where time itself bent to another’s will.
In truth, the stronger one was, the harder it became to manipulate the flow of time around them. Back in the Grand Void Heaven Palace, accelerating time for a single Chaos Realm expert had been an exorbitant endeavor—and that was within a specially crafted treasure! To warp time in the open world, especially with Dongbo Xueying actively resisting, was exponentially more difficult.
*Rumble—*
Void vortices swirled around his body, forming three spiraling staircases of spatial energy—the defensive technique of the *Red Cloud Combat Art*’s five major methods.
*Shatter!*
Gripping the Red Cloud Divine Spear, he stirred the surrounding void, causing it to tremble violently. He barely had time to react, let alone unleash techniques like *Piercing the Heavens*, before the enemy’s assault arrived.
Trapped in slowed time, his movements were sluggish. Only his defensive technique and domain, activated by sheer will, managed to manifest in time.
*Swish.*
A deep-blue mist infiltrated his body—swift, frigid, freezing him to the core.
Simultaneously, scorching crimson particles surged into his flesh—blistering heat, threatening to melt him from within.
Both attacks were devastatingly fast, amplified by the Temporal Domain. Unable to break free, Dongbo Xueying was forced to endure them head-on.
Extreme cold. Extreme heat.
Both techniques of the tenth-layer Chaos Realm.
*Crackle…*
His left side numbed, every cell threatening to freeze into stillness.
*Hiss…*
His right side burned, the opposing forces of heat and cold clashing violently within him.
*Hum.*
*He’s still alive?*
Prince Chi Feng, the other experts, even the distant observers—the black-robed figure and Thunderbolt King Mo Chao—were stunned. The simultaneous assault of extreme cold and heat, both at the tenth-layer level, should have annihilated even a perfected Southern Cloud Saint Body ten times over. Yet Dongbo Xueying endured.
“Cold. Heat.”
The agony of opposing extremes wracked his body, yet he held firm.
*Break!*
With sheer will, he forced his body to move, thrusting his spear into the void.
*Boom—*
*Piercing the Heavens!*
A minuscule fissure split the air, leaking an eerie aura before sealing instantly. The Temporal Domain shuddered but held.
“General Chu Hu,” the black-cloaked man called out calmly.
“Raindust Pilgrim,” Fan Chu Hu replied with equal composure. Having survived countless battles since the First Ancient Nation War, this was but child’s play to him.
*Boom! Boom!*
They struck as one.
The black-cloaked man swung a deep-green warhammer—utterly silent, disturbing not even a wisp of wind or speck of dust as it descended upon Dongbo Xueying.
Fan Chu Hu, meanwhile, extended a massive, bronze-hued palm that tore through the void with earth-shaking force, its might eclipsing even that of ordinary Cosmic Deities. The legendary brutality of the Hundred War Demons was forged through rivers of blood.
Two legendary figures. Two devastating strikes.
One—utterly silent.
The other—world-shaking.
Both descended upon Dongbo Xueying at once.
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