The Seventh Prince is Dying

Cold light erupted in the eyes of the Seventh Prince; instead of retreating, he advanced!

He took a single step, his figure transforming into a streak of light as he charged straight at Huyan Lie.

Huyan Lie brought his giant axe down with the force to split mountains and shatter stones!

The Seventh Prince dodged to the side, the giant axe grazing his shoulder and slamming into the boulder behind him; the three-zhang-tall rock was cleaved in two, collapsing with a thunderous roar!

In that very instant, the Seventh Prince's blade arrived!

The blade light was like snow, striking straight for Huyan Lie's throat!

Huyan Lie's pupils constricted, and he swung his giant axe back, colliding with the blade!

"Clang—!!!"

Sparks flew in all directions as a shockwave surged outward!

Borrowing the force of the impact, the Seventh Prince spun his body rapidly, his left palm striking toward the Night Owl Elder, who was attacking from the flank!

His palm wind was like a blade, manifesting into dozens of fierce gusts of energy that enveloped the Night Owl Elder's entire body!

The Night Owl Elder's expression shifted; daring not to take the blow head-on, he retreated rapidly while striking out with both palms, black light flickering as he collided with the energy gusts, triggering a series of explosions!

Just as the Seventh Prince prepared to pursue, a thick, bloody stench wafted from behind him—

The Blood Butcher Elder had arrived!

Without looking back, he struck out with his blade in a reverse grip!

The blade light formed an arc, sweeping across his rear!

The Blood Butcher Elder sneered, thrusting both palms forward as blood-red light flared, meeting the blade head-on!

"Ssh—!"

The sound of a blade slicing into flesh rang out!

Two deep, bone-reaching wounds were carved into the Blood Butcher Elder's palms, blood spraying wildly!

Yet, instead of retreating, he seized the opportunity to slam a palm into the Seventh Prince's back!

"Bang!"

The Seventh Prince's protective qi vibrated violently, and he let out a muffled groan as a mouthful of blood sprayed forth!

Using the force of that strike, he vaulted forward, instantly putting distance between himself and the three men!

In a mere three breaths, after more than a dozen exchanges, he had already sustained internal injuries.

As for the three opponents, only the Blood Butcher Elder had suffered a minor injury, while Huyan Lie and the Night Owl Elder remained unscathed.

This was the predicament of being besieged by three experts of the same realm—he could wound one, but he could not dodge the attacks of the other two.

Huyan Lie grinned, "The Great Zhou royal family is nothing more than this."

The Night Owl Elder chimed in with a sinister tone, "Seventh Prince, today is the day you die."

The Blood Butcher Elder licked the blood from his hands, his scarlet eyes filled with madness, "His blood—I want it."

The three of them lunged forward once more!

This time, their coordination was even more seamless.

Huyan Lie launched a frontal assault, his giant axe hacking, chopping, sweeping, and lifting; every strike possessed the power to split mountains, forcing the Seventh Prince to face him head-on.

The Night Owl Elder circled the flanks, black light flickering on his palms, his moves insidious and venomous, targeting the Seventh Prince's every opening.

The Blood Butcher Elder waited for his moment from behind, the scent of blood permeating the air; every strike he launched was a lethal blow.

The Seventh Prince fought one against three, retreating step by step.

His swordsmanship was peerless and fierce, the blade light crisscrossing to force Huyan Lie to keep his distance.

His footwork was fast as lightning, allowing him to dodge the Night Owl Elder's sneak attacks several times.

His protective qi was profound, and he had withstood three of the Blood Butcher Elder's palms; though he vomited blood, he had not yet fallen.

But he knew that if this continued, death was certain.

He had to break the deadlock!

A flash of resolve crossed his eyes as his left hand reached into his robes, pulling out a black sphere the size of a fist.

Heaven-Shaking Thunder!

A secret treasure of the royal family; one could kill an early-stage Origin-Opening Realm cultivator and severely wound a mid-stage one.

This was his trump card for survival, never to be used unless absolutely necessary.

But now, it was absolutely necessary.

He violently hurled the Heaven-Shaking Thunder at Huyan Lie!

Huyan Lie's expression changed drastically, and he swept his giant axe horizontally, attempting to cleave the black sphere in two!

But the moment the giant axe touched the Heaven-Shaking Thunder—

"BOOM—!!!"

An earth-shattering explosion!

A violent shockwave swept outward, instantly reducing the rocks and trees within a hundred-foot radius to powder!

Huyan Lie was sent flying backward by the blast, his body a mass of mangled flesh, a massive wound on his chest deep enough to reveal bone!

Blood Butcher Elder had been closer and was also caught in the blast; half his body was blown away, and he plummeted while screaming in agony!

Night Owl Elder had been the furthest away and turned to flee the moment he sensed danger, yet he was still clipped by the shockwave and spat out a mouthful of blood!

The Seventh Prince himself was struck by the impact, his entire body wracked with pain as blood leaked from his seven orifices.

But he did not stop.

He bit the tip of his tongue, spraying a mouthful of essence blood onto his blade, and his aura surged instantly!

Royal Secret Art: Blood Burning!

The cost was immense, consuming ten years of his lifespan and leaving him bedridden with severe injuries afterward.

But at this moment, he could not afford to care!

He slashed his blade toward the falling Blood Butcher Elder!

Blood Butcher Elder tried desperately to dodge, but with half his body gone, he couldn't evade at all!

"Pfft!"

The blade bit into his skull, cleaving him in two!

The Seventh Prince didn't spare a glance, turning to lunge at Huyan Lie!

Huyan Lie struggled to stand, his giant axe already lost; he stood empty-handed, his eyes filled with terror!

"You—"

The Seventh Prince gave him no chance to speak.

The blade light was like a streak of silk, striking straight for Huyan Lie's heart!

Huyan Lie struck out with a palm in a desperate bid for survival!

As the blade edge carved into his chest, his palm slammed into the Seventh Prince's shoulder!

"Crack!"

The shoulder bone shattered!

The Seventh Prince flew backward, spraying blood from his mouth!

But he stared fixedly at Huyan Lie, watching that hulking figure sway before crashing to the ground, life or death unknown.

Night Owl Elder had already fled over a hundred feet away.

The Seventh Prince wanted to pursue, but the moment he moved, his vision went black.

No.

His injuries were too severe.

He glanced in the direction of Night Owl Elder's escape, then back at the fallen Huyan Lie, and gritted his teeth hard.

He could not pursue.

If he kept chasing, he would be the one to die.

He turned and ran.

Borrowing the final strength of the Blood Burning secret art, he transformed into a streak of light and streaked toward the south!

Behind him, Night Owl Elder fled without looking back, only daring to glance over his shoulder once he had flown a hundred miles away.

That one look made his entire body turn cold.

Three Origin-Opening Realm experts had ambushed one, only for one to die, one to be critically wounded, and himself to be crippled.

The man who had fought his way out of that pool of blood was simply not human.

He shuddered and fled desperately into the distance.

When the Seventh Prince landed on the ramparts of North-Rejecting City, he was no longer in human shape.

His moon-white robe was soaked through with blood, turning a dark crimson. A massive wound ran diagonally from his left shoulder to his right waist, the flesh curled back to reveal the ribs inside—some were broken, their jagged white ends exposed. His right shoulder had collapsed, the scapula shattered into pieces. His face was covered in blood, and his seven orifices were still oozing.

As he landed, his legs gave way, and he collapsed onto his knees on the city wall.

Zhao Zheng rushed forward, grabbing him: "Your Highness! Your Highness!"

The Seventh Prince tried to speak, but as he opened his mouth, a mouthful of black blood sprayed out, covering Zhao Zheng.

"Your Highness!!"

The Seventh Prince struggled, fished a jade tablet from his robes, and shoved it into Zhao Zheng's hand.

The tablet was stained with blood and covered in cracks, appearing as if it might shatter at any moment.

"The capital..." His voice was as faint as a candle in the wind, intermittent, "Send the message... back... someone... is colluding with the enemy..."

After saying this, he closed his eyes and fell into a dead faint.

Zhao Zheng held him, his entire body trembling.

On the city walls, everyone knelt down.

Li Jinshui stood not far away, watching this scene, his heart feeling as if it were being ruthlessly squeezed by someone.

That invincible figure who had just been standing in mid-air, killing a Pulse-Opening Realm expert with a single flick of his finger, now looked like a tattered, fallen leaf.

He lowered his head and looked at his own hands.

In the distance, in the direction where Night Owl Elder had fled, a faint streak of light vanished into the horizon.

In the Di Army camp, that hulking figure who had collapsed was desperately dragged back by the Di People.

This battle had ended.

Yet everyone knew—

A greater storm had only just begun.