The Death of Mo Qianren, the Four Continents' Meeting!

The tension was at a breaking point!

Jian Ying summoned his personal sword, the Middle-Grade Heaven Tier Shadow Slaying Sword, and thrust it at Mo Qianren!

But Mo Qianren raised a hand and blocked it with his protective Spiritual Qi. The floor around them shattered.

An overwhelming force swept across the entire venue, knocking many people with low cultivation unconscious.

Ye Zichen focused his fingers, and an invisible shield enclosed the plaza.

Everyone felt the invisible barrier protecting them all.

"His Excellency has stepped in."

Zhao Qianxue, Chu Muyang, and everyone else watched the scene and thought the same.

On the field, the battle between the two Middle-Stage Half-Immortals continued. Jian Ying swung his Shadow Slaying Sword again and again, showing no mercy with any strike. All he could think of was giving it his all and wiping his enemy out!

Every attack Mo Qianren made was neutralized, and each was followed by a sharp blast of Sword Qi from Jian Ying!

"Damn it! This man! Looks like I'll have to stake my life on this!"

Seeing that Jian Ying would not give him a moment to catch his breath, Mo Qianren knocked aside the attack before him and roared:

"Hundred-Palm Devil Refining Instruction!"

The next moment, a towering black mist covered the entire area inside the barrier, concealing what was happening within from the outside.

"Could the Heavenly Sword Holy Land's grand elder be in danger?"

Xie Lingyun and the others were worried. It was the first time the three of them had witnessed a battle between Half-Immortals; after all, such a sight could not be found on the Eastern Continent.

The Heavenly Sword Holy Land had only just lost Jian Wuxin. If anything happened to its grand elder here, the Heavenly Sword Holy Land would fall into decline.

"No, I believe in my martial uncle!"

Jian Changqing answered with certainty.

Inside the barrier.

"Hmph! The Heavenly Sword Holy Land's grand elder truly is powerful! But what will you do now?"

Mo Qianren's voice drifted through the black mist as he continued to taunt Jian Ying. Once he finished gathering the power for this palm strike, he would kill Jian Ying outright!

At that moment, Jian Ying stood where he was, covered in wounds.

Even so, he calmly looked around before closing his eyes.

"My good comrade, I believe in you!"

Jian Ying spoke to his personal sword in his heart.

As Jian Ying entered a state in which man and sword became one, clang!

A sharp sword cry rang out, followed immediately by:

"Peerless Shadow Slaying Sword Formation!"

With Jian Ying's furious roar as he opened his eyes, the Sword Qi shone white, instantly dispelling all the darkness within the barrier!

Then, from above, Spiritual Qi transformed into swords. A hundred blasts of Sword Qi fell at once, then became a gigantic sword that descended upon Mo Qianren's head.

"No, no! That's impossible! Devil Venerable, save me!"

Mo Qianren struggled to resist. With the sound of his protective Spiritual Qi shattering, the enormous Sword Qi pierced straight through his body, then exploded.

"Fi... finally..."

Jian Ying gasped for breath, then fainted on the field.

He was gravely wounded as well, and with his Spiritual Qi exhausted, he could hold on no longer and fell to the ground.

"Martial uncle!"

Jian Changqing cried out and rushed forward. Ye Zichen undid the barrier. Jian Ying had won the battle, but only with great difficulty!

"Won... we won!"

Jian Ningshuang was the first to shout, and then the crowd erupted in thunderous applause!

"Brother Ye, we won!"

"Master, no, I..."

Liao Yunxiao's mouth was stuffed with food, and his words were muffled as he celebrated.

Ye Zichen looked at Liao Yunxiao and delivered a chop to his head. "Finish eating before you speak. What sort of behavior is that?"

Liao Yunxiao rubbed his head and continued chewing, feeling aggrieved.

"Young Master Ye, what do you think?"

Zhao Qianxue walked gracefully up to Ye Zichen and asked for his assessment.

She understood that His Excellency always maintained the air of someone watching the spectacle, which was why he had agreed to this match.

"Not much."

"Then what does Your Excellency think of the war between the Human Race and the Devil Race?"

"It has nothing to do with me."

Ye Zichen answered calmly.

Zhao Qianxue knew that, whether it was the Human Race or the Devil Race, both were inconsequential to His Excellency.

She then quietly withdrew, ending the conversation.

"Mo Qianren is dead. Everyone can rest easy now."

Chu Muyang restored some order, and the banquet continued to its conclusion. Everyone wore a worried expression, except Ye Zichen.

Oh, right, there were also Liao Yunxiao and Mu Lingxi. Their tendency to grow sleepy once they had eaten their fill was enviable.

Seemingly unaffected by the commotion, they were each sent home after the banquet ended.

"All right, now let's see what surprises this group can bring me."

Ye Zichen looked toward the imperial palace and spoke teasingly.

At that moment,

In the council hall of the imperial palace.

Chu Muyang, Zhao Qianxue, Jian Changqing, the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion's grand elder Lin Suantian, Xuanxiao, Xie Lingyun, Jian Ningshuang, and Zhang Lingyao had gathered in the council hall as representatives of the four continents. Everyone wore a worried expression.

"Now that the Devil Race has formally gone to war with the Human Race, what are your thoughts?"

Chu Muyang put the question to them.

"We are all from the Central Continent. The Heavenly Sword Holy Land will surely give its all and fight to the last person!"

Jian Changqing spoke decisively. Lin Suantian, the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion's grand elder, nodded along. The Central Continent would certainly mobilize all its forces.

"The Eastern Continent is weaker, but we will certainly do our part too!"

"Yes, yes! The Eastern Continent will always stand with the Central Continent!"

"That's right!"

Jian Ningshuang and Zhang Lingyao agreed with Xie Lingyun. They represented the Eastern Continent at this moment and had to show some spirit.

"The Demon Race has already established cooperative ties with the various members of the Human Race on the Central Continent. We demons will certainly do our part. The Devil Race has humiliated us so; we will surely pay them back twice over!"

Xuanxiao slammed a fist on the table and spoke in anger.

"I wonder what Empress First Snow thinks. I know that you are now the only Half-Immortal on the Western Continent, and the Venerables have suffered heavy casualties as well. You may take time to consider this carefully."

Chu Muyang spoke solemnly. Apart from the empress, the Western Continent's overall strength was now too weak; there was no need for it to take part.

"It is of no concern. I will come alone when the time comes. I alone am enough for the Western Continent!"

Zhao Qianxue's gaze was resolute.

The survival of the Human Race was at stake. The Western Continent could currently rely only on her, and she herself certainly had to do her part.

Seeing that those present from the Western Continent, the Southern Frontier, and the Eastern Continent were all willing to lend a hand in this war, Chu Muyang was moved and bowed to each of them.

"I thank you all!"

With so many forces joining them, the Human Race's chances of winning the coming battle had greatly increased.

"I have a question. May I ask it?"

Zhao Qianxue looked at the people from the three Central Continent powers and raised her question.

"Please, Your Majesty," Chu Muyang said.

"Rumor has it that the Dao Heaven Holy Land is the strongest power on the Central Continent, but I have inquired: why has its holy lord never appeared before the public all these years? Will the Dao Heaven Holy Land take part in this war?"

Zhao Qianxue voiced her question. It was also a question on the minds of the others present.

The three exchanged glances, and in the end, Chu Muyang spoke.

In any case, they all knew about the same amount. None of them knew what the Dao Heaven Holy Land was up to; it had not even come to a birthday banquet like this one.