His Highness Thirty... is dead.
The corpse, showing no signs of combat, lay quietly in the center of the arena, lifeless and devoid of any breath.
The most striking feature is the sword mark that runs from one end to the other.
With a single strike, the His Highness Thirty's beastly maw was cleaved open, his body was split open, and the arena where the two were fighting was also shattered.
Su Lianxin didn't dodge, not because she was scared, but to prove with her actions that she didn't need to hide at all.
Silence fell over the Zhou Quan stared in disbelief at the corpse, unable to comprehend what had happened. The His Highness Thirty, who had used every Secret Method to reach the peak of his power and was a natural counter to the Human Race...
He actually died like that!
"Dead...?"
A group of Human Race cultivators appeared dazed, as if they were just waking from a dream.
They simply couldn't believe what they were seeing.
"That terrifyingly powerful His Highness Thirty, he actually died just like that?"
" Lianxin... she actually killed the His Highness Thirty!"
"And she only used two sword strikes... Just what kind of monster is she?!"
Countless people trembled with excitement, unable to believe they weren't living in a dream.
Two swords!
With just two sword strikes, he killed the Alien Race prodigy whose strength was threatening the Emperor Realm!
Whether it's the His Highness Thirty-Four or the His Highness Thirty, they all seem to be the same in her hands. No matter how strong the opponent is, in front of Lianxin, it seems to be nothing more than a matter of one or two sword strikes...
Same... weak!
"Just how strong is Lianxin...?"
A question quietly arose in everyone's minds, but no one could find an answer.
So far, no one from the Alien Race has been able to make Lianxin... unleash a third sword strike!
All that is known is that after this battle, no one will ever compare Lianxin to any other imperial prodigy again.
Compared to Lianxin?
Do others even deserve it?
Her strength was like an abyss, unfathomable and impossible to fathom.
They couldn't imagine how the Human Race could possibly defeat these Alien Race prodigies without Lianxin...
These Alien Race are all stronger and more terrifying than the last...
On the Alien Race side, when the His Highness Twenty-Seven saw the His Highness Thirty's corpse, he suddenly stood up from his imperial carriage, his face grim, with a hint of bewilderment and disbelief.
"How could this be?!"
He never imagined that his Thirty brother, who was the most effective counter to Human Race, would be killed so easily!
His strength was so formidable that he had even manifested his true form, yet he still couldn't escape death.
How is that possible!
The His Highness Twenty-Seven couldn't believe it, but the fact was right before his eyes, it had truly happened.
His face was extremely grim, and he abruptly turned to look at the other Alien Race.
But wherever his gaze fell, regardless of which Alien Race, whether royalty or other non-royal prodigies, they all instinctively flinched.
The His Highness Thirty were all dead after revealing all their trump cards. They couldn't even force the Human Race girl to reveal hers; they died on the stage after just two sword strikes. They're not stupid; why would they go up there to their deaths?
The His Highness Twenty-Seven's expression grew even more unpleasant.
His anger was swelling, but on the stage, Su Lianxin glanced around coldly, and seeing that no one dared to step forward, she spoke in a cold voice.
"If none of you are willing to fight, then according to our agreement, the loser shall leave the Profound Domain and never be allowed to set foot there again!"
"Or, I could give you an exception..."
She raised the spirit sword in her hand and pointed it in the direction of the His Highness Twenty-Seven.
"If none of you Alien Race dare to fight me, then Twenty-Seven, do you dare to come forward and take this One Sword?"
The His Highness Twenty-Seven is already over Thirty years old and should not be qualified to take the throne, but Lianxin can give him the chance to receive her One Sword.
The girl on the stage was so dazzling, so... domineering!
Her back wasn't broad or imposing, yet at that moment, all the Human Race cultivators couldn't help but look at her with burning eyes.
At this moment, Su Lianxin, with invincible momentum, pointed straight at the Twenty-Seven!
The His Highness Twenty-Seven's face was extremely ugly.
Faced with Su Lianxin's provocation, it was as if a breath was stuck in his chest, making him tremble and unable to speak!
If they didn't participate, it would be tantamount to being humiliated by the Human Race, and they would have completely lost this battle to Clean.
If he were to go up there, just thinking about the sharp Sword Qi of that sword-wielding girl, even he felt a chill!
Yes, he was scared!
He feared that he would suffer the same fate as his Thirty cousin, being killed by Su Lianxin with One Sword strike!
His strength was naturally above that of the His Highness Thirty, but... the power of the white-clad swordswoman filled him with fear and dread!
He never imagined that, despite everything being under his control and his thorough preparations, which included anticipating almost every possible outcome, his God Clan would ultimately lose!
Permanently exit the Profound Domain?
Such a war concerns the plans of the God Clan; how could a mere prince decide whether or not to retreat?
The reason he spoke so confidently before was simply because he believed that their God Clan would never lose!
But now...
"Get out of the Profound Domain!"
"Get out of the Profound Domain!"
"Get out of the Profound Domain!!"
The Human Race cultivators had already realized the current situation and began to celebrate.
They shouted excitedly, their voices rising like waves, constantly assaulting the His Highness Twenty-Seven's reason and making his face grow increasingly grim.
The injured imperial prodigies have mostly awakened. Although they are still wounded, they stare at this scene in a daze, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief, as if they were dreaming.
"Unbelievable..." Tian Shenyue murmured, "We actually won..."
Yes... the Human Race actually won...
She stared blankly at the girl on the stage, the blazing sunlight stinging her eyes, yet she refused to look away.
It was she, who had been overlooked and Lianxin by everyone, who single-handedly turned the tide and pulled the collapsing edifice of Human Race back from the brink of collapse.
She said she was from the Sword Pavilion, and that Lianxin.
Sword Pavilion...
Why have I never heard of this force before?
What is its origin? How can a disciple with such terrifying strength be so unknown...?
The His Highness Twenty-Seven remained silent, his expression growing increasingly grim.
The powerful Human Race members, however, could no longer remain silent.
The Su Household patriarch stood up and spoke in a deep voice.
"In this battle, our Human Race has won. Now that you alien Alien Race have conceded defeat, you should keep your promise and retreat immediately!"
"Time limit: three days!"
He relayed exactly what the His Highness Twenty-Seven had said back.
Hearing the words of the Su Household patriarch, countless Human Race cultivators were so excited that their eyes turned red, but they refused to close their eyes. They all stared wide-eyed at the Alien Race, determined to witness this scene with their own eyes.
The His Highness Twenty-Seven gritted his teeth, unable to utter a single word.
He could not possibly agree to the God Clan ' demand to withdraw their troops!
Because this matter was not based on his will at all!
If he dares to make the decision on his own today, tomorrow, it won't just be the His Highness Thirty who will be split in two; he and his mother will also suffer the same fate as the His Highness Thirty!
But...
With so many God Clan and Human Race present, asking the His Highness Twenty-Seven to deny what he had said would be worse than death for him.
He cares most about pleasure and also about his own reputation.
Moreover, there were other members of Alien Race families present.
If he were to give in today and tarnish the reputation of the God Clan, even if his father didn't kill him, he would definitely not let him off the hook.
No matter what, he's finished!
A multitude of thoughts flashed through his mind. The His Highness Twenty-Seven clenched his fists tightly in hatred, resenting that the Human Race had won this bet. Clearly, clearly...
This shouldn't be how he planned it!
His eyes were practically bleeding with hatred; he forced himself to open his mouth slowly, gritting his teeth.
"Your Highness..."
However, before he could finish speaking, the sky suddenly darkened...
Like the prelude to an impending storm, the sky was dim, with only faint shadows visible. But the cultivators below didn't feel any darkness; it was as if the sky hadn't darkened, but rather something else was obscuring it...
At that moment, the His Highness Twenty-Seven's expression also changed abruptly.
He bit his tongue abruptly, then looked up at the dark sky, his pupils trembling with terror, as if he had seen something utterly unbelievable.
Like him, the Su Household patriarch's expression also changed drastically.
The strength of the Su Household patriarch was among the top tier of the cultivators present.
He suddenly stood up, looking at the two figures that had appeared at the edge of the arena. He was shocked, frightened, and angry, muttering in disbelief.
"How is that possible...?"
"This aura... Thearch Realm!?"