"What—"
"Fellow Daoist Qiu Sha!"
The three emperor lords had not expected such a sudden turn either.
"The Black Dragon Immortal-Slaying Art!"
"It's the strongest curse beneath the Ancient Immortals of this age. How could Zhou Yan possibly escape it?!"
Emperor Lord Jiao Qi's expression changed. He could hardly believe it.
But the facts were plain.
Daoist Qiu Sha had confidently set out to curse Zhou Yan to death, only for Zhou Yan to evade him. In the end, the curse had rebounded and killed Daoist Qiu Sha instead.
He had been certain Zhou Yan could not escape the Black Dragon Immortal-Slaying Art.
Yet he himself was the one who truly could not escape it.
As for Zhou Yan...
Emperor Lord Jiao Qi looked down, beyond the Immortal-Corpse World.
A quarter of an hour after Daoist Qiu Sha died from the backlash, Zhou Yan appeared again without warning. One glance told him how matters stood. When he saw that Daoist Qiu Sha was dead, a smile spread across his face, revealing a vicious gleam.
"Are you still not leaving?!"
With that shout, Zhou Yan stepped on wind and thunder. Seven doubles shot out in succession, heading straight for the three emperor lords and three great immortals hidden beyond the void, as well as the newly arrived Changshan Great Emperor, who still stood stunned by Daoist Qiu Sha's death.
One against seven!
The storm rose anew!
And so the earlier deadlock repeated itself—
They were suppressed by Zhou Yan again and again.
They fell into the Great Luo Heavenly Sleeve again and again.
And they broke free again and again.
Only an immortal technique could briefly hold Zhou Yan back and buy them a moment to breathe.
But now...
The three emperor lords of the Ziyang Immortal Palace and the three