"Kill Lin Xuan!"
Wu Qi responded swiftly, sending the message through a tremor of spiritual intent.
"Help me at once and aid me against Wu Zhao Mountain. I will devote all my strength to helping my avatar kill him."
"Stop looking as well. Your avatar was definitely slain by Lin Xuan."
"Hurry! This is our only chance to kill him!"
By the end, Wu Qi's spiritual intent had become a furious shout of urgency.
Feng Changjian found it somewhat unbelievable as well, but under the present circumstances, he could not afford to delay.
In that instant, another terrifying fluctuation of power appeared above the Seventeenth Prince's residence. Dao aura burst through its banks, surging ceaselessly into the heavens.
The great powers within the Imperial Capital City could finally no longer remain still. Figures shot into the sky one after another, their vast intents shrouding this region.
"Whoever dares obstruct us will be placed on the highest-ranking enemy list of both the Golden Crow Clan and Pure Yang Heaven. If you are not afraid of death... then go ahead and make your move!"
Yet at that moment, Wu Qi's voice suddenly exploded throughout the Imperial Capital City.
At once, those immense incoming intents halted. They collided with one another and began to communicate, no longer advancing for the time being.
"Hmph..."
Feng Changjian snorted coldly as well. His sky-piercing Dao aura finally climbed onto Wu Qi's Dao aura and plunged into Wu Zhao Mountain together with it.
"Oh?"
Lin Xuan sensed something. While pursuing Wu Qi, he raised his eyes toward the sky.
He could clearly sense a familiar power entering Wu Zhao Mountain. It descended alongside Wu Qi's power while also protecting it.
Wu Zhao Mountain's suppressive force weakened considerably. Wu Qi's Dao aura abruptly intensified, and Pure Yang sword