At the very instant Shi Hao swung his sword and broke through the spell, the assassin from the Heavenly Kingdom, hidden in the void, finally found his chance.
A sword dripping with Black Blood soundlessly emerged from behind Shi Hao, thrusting straight toward the back of his head.
The strike was vicious and cunning, its angle perfect—a killing technique honed through countless trials by the assassins' lineage.
Shi Hao didn't even turn his head. He drew back his sword and threw a punch behind him with his left hand.
Wrapped in pure white immortal energy, the punch crashed down with the weight of a falling star. His Fist Seal shattered the void behind him and struck the Heavenly Kingdom assassin's newly revealed body with pinpoint accuracy.
The ancient freak who had struck fear into countless Heavenly Prides didn't even have time to scream.
The protective artifacts on his body shattered one after another. His flesh was crushed by the immortal energy and blown apart, turning into a glaring cloud of blood that scattered through the air.
Just one backhanded strike had reduced a peerless assassin to body and soul alike.
Below, the battlefield was a scene of flying flesh and blood, and the ancient freaks were beginning to flee in disarray. But a million miles above the battlefield, among the clouds, all was peaceful and idyllic.
Above the clouds, Ye Xuan reclined on a wide, soft couch formed from white clouds, his manner languid and relaxed.
Qingyi knelt beside him, deftly peeling a glistening Spirit Fruit with her fair hands.
She carefully removed the pit, then gently placed the sweetest flesh in Ye Xuan's mouth.
Her movements were tender, and her eyes held boundless reverence for the Venerable One.
The Witch pressed close against Ye Xuan's other side.
Her nine