On the battlefield beyond the heavens, Great Saint Qian Lun of the Myriad Dragon Nest had fallen, leaving not even bones behind. The Myriad Dragon Bell hovered quietly in the void, radiating a faint purple immortal glow.
Elsewhere, the Golden Great Saint stood on the battlefield, covered in blood and barely breathing, holding the Golden Mace, an Ancient Emperor Weapon. His eyes were filled with terror as he stared at the young human opposite him.
Barring some great unforeseen turn, he would likely follow Great Saint Qian Lun to his death today. But Great Saint Hun Tuo's arrival had given him hope of survival.
On the land below, the many powerful cultivators saw Great Saint Hun Tuo head to the battlefield beyond the heavens. They felt that the Extreme Dao battle, which had seemed about to end, might yet take another turn.
Lu Chen's true body held the blood-red Immortal-Slaying Sword, unleashing surging, world-shocking killing intent that churned the starry sky.
His Dao Body stood beside him, the black Immortal-Slaying Gourd bobbing above his head and pouring down a boundless, undying immortal radiance. The two became one, merging with the Dao, as though the heaven and earth great Dao had descended into the mortal world.
"What, does Great Saint Hun Tuo intend to fight as well?" The Immortal Sword in Lu Chen's hand trembled slightly. He turned to look at Hun Tuo in the distance, cold light flickering deep within his eyes.
No one could change what would happen today. Great Saint Qian Lun and the Golden King had actually plotted against him, and naturally, they had to bear the consequences. Defeat meant death and the annihilation of their souls. Even if a god came, he would kill them all the same.
"You misunderstand, fellow Daoist. This old man has