The True Sage

Standing high in the void, Xu Yuan surveyed everything around him.

Within the enormous crater, faint rustling sounds drifted up as dense threads slowly gathered Mu Xingyi's mangled, broken body together.

At the base of the distant western city wall, Madam Wan was enduring the relentless bombardment of a hundred heavy ballistae.

In the end, Xu Yuan's gaze settled upon the white-clad woman whose figure was gradually emerging.

Several golden chains stretched out from the pitch-black void behind her, fastening tightly around Tianye's slender, fair wrists. They intercepted the killing move she had been preparing and prevented the future in which Mu Nuo would die.

Perhaps at this very moment, the ten-thousand-year calamity the Heavenly Oversight Pavilion had always firmly believed in had been personally saved by the Heavenly Oversight Pavilion Master.

A trace of a sigh flashed through his eyes as Xu Yuan maliciously mocked Tianyuan's actions inwardly.

Given the current situation, thanks to the Mu Family's three pieces of trash, the scales of victory seemed to have tilted toward their side. But Xu Yuan knew full well that this was only temporary.

If they could not kill the Saints, then so long as the Saints wished it, they could use their Saint Sources to rapidly recover from their injuries in a short time.

Although Xu Yuan had repeatedly stressed to Li Junwu that she was not to harbor any thought of killing these Saints, those words had really only been meant for Li Junwu alone.

He had fought this battle to keep her alive. If she had to use the military formation to kill Saints, then that would be putting the cart before the horse.

But Li Junwu being unable to kill did not mean Xu Yuan could not.

He held two trump cards capable of slaying Saints,