Loose Immortals Battle!

Seven Star Patriarch stood with his hands clasped behind his back, looking down at Li Qingshan as though he were watching a trapped beast.

"Li Qingshan, do you see? Two immortal-path killing formations, two fellow Loose Immortals—even if a True Immortal descended today, they would still die here with bitter resentment!"

His voice brimmed with smug delight. "So what if your talent is exceptional? So what if you are astonishingly gifted? Today shall be the burial ground of you, Li Qingshan!"

Blood Demon Immortal Venerable laughed as well, his smile wicked and cruel.

"Boy, once you die, I will thoroughly refine your Primordial Spirit. A Primordial Spirit at the great perfection of Tribulation Transcendence is an excellent tonic indeed."

Though Heavenly Cripple Patriarch said nothing, the killing intent around him had already condensed into something tangible.

Watching this scene, Ye Lingshuang wept uncontrollably.

"Qingshan... I'm sorry... It's all my fault..."

She choked out, her voice full of despair.

Suddenly, she recalled that voice within her mind. Like someone drowning in utter desperation, she seized the last straw that could save her life.

"Help me save Li Qingshan! As long as you can save Li Qingshan, I'll agree to anything!"

Ye Lingshuang shouted anxiously.

"As you wish!"

That voice was ethereal and traceless. After leaving behind those words, it vanished without a trace.

And at that very moment, Li Qingshan swept his gaze around him, looking at the two murderous immortal formations, at the three Loose Immortals eyeing him like tigers watching prey, and at Seven Star Patriarch's wildly triumphant face.

Then, he smiled.

There was no fear or despair in that smile—only endless mockery.

"Two immortal-path grand formations, one Four-Tribulation Loose Immortal, one Five-Tribulation Loose Immortal..."

He looked at Seven Star Patriarch, a trace of pity in his eyes. "Old