The Final Victor?

"Xuan Miao! How dare you?!"

Yu Qingxue's immortal robes fluttered as her pretty face turned deathly pale, filled with disbelief.

Lingxu's rule shackles tightly bound her Immortal Essence. The Law Power that should have allowed her to look down upon all realms had been suppressed to less than a tenth of its strength. At this moment, she could only force Immortal Qi to its limit, turning into a streak of pale-white light and dodging miserably beneath the golden Buddha Light.

Wherever the buddha light passed, the void collapsed inch by inch. Yu Qingxue's hem was torn apart by the fierce buddha power, her hair fell into disarray, blood seeped from the corner of her lips, and her eyes were filled with terror.

She seemed to have forgotten that once she entered Spirit Ruins, she was no longer an Immortal Emperor.

"Hahaha! Yu Qingxue, did you really think I would go easy on a beauty?"

Xuan Miao laughed madly as he pressed forward step by step. The sarira's golden light clung to her like maggots on a bone, sealing off every path of retreat.

"Lingxu's rules may bind your Law Power, but they cannot bind my killing intent! Today, your life is mine!"

He had treated Yu Qingxue with such sincerity, only to receive such a reward. If he did not kill Yu Qingxue, how could he swallow this resentment?

Before his words had faded, Xuan Miao lunged forward. His withered palm carried a chilling Buddhist might as it shot straight for Yu Qingxue's throat.

With nowhere left to retreat, a sly glint flashed through Yu Qingxue's eyes. She abruptly raised her hand and drew a jade pendant from her sleeve—its entire body was crystal white, carved with intricate Innate Dao Patterns. It was the life-saving treasure she had kept hidden