With a loud bang.
With a loud bang from deep within the Alien Race population, pure life force dissipated, and rain began to fall softly from the sky.
The sect leader of the Profound Hidden Sect sensed the familiarity of the aura and his body suddenly stiffened.
His eyes glazed over, and just then, a King Realm Alien Race seized the opportunity to attack.
Snap!
The Profound Hidden Sect Master didn't turn around, but his body reacted instantly, killing the arrogant King Realm Alien Race with a single blow, and tears streamed down his face.
His eyes were bloodshot, tears streaming down his face. He turned and roared, charging fearlessly into the Alien Race!
The other cultivators from the Profound Hidden Sect who participated in the battle had bloodshot eyes.
The reason is simple: the person who died was the former sect leader of the Profound Hidden Sect, who was also the Supreme Elder, and the current Profound Hidden Sect leader's... father!
The Profound Hidden Sect Master gritted his teeth, completely ignoring his increasing injuries, focusing solely on killing the Alien Race and avenging his father.
In his eyes, there was already a death wish.
Just as he was imitating that Venerable the Profound Hidden Sect, his Spiritual Power surging as he prepared to self-destruct, a hand chop came from behind him. Because it had no killing intent, he was completely unprepared.
This chop to the neck was extremely skillful, striking his pressure point directly and interrupting his self-destruction.
The Profound Hidden Sect Master coughed up blood, looking at the newcomer with a mixture of shock and disbelief.
Someone came...
He didn't know him.
The man was dressed in white, with gray hair and a kind face, but half of his face was disfigured, making him appear half gentle and half like a demon.
With a casual wave of his hand, he sent the Profound Hidden Sect Master flying into the crowd, along with his faint, smiling voice.
"Kid, you're still young, why are you playing at self-destruction?"
"As for us old folks, we've lived long enough!"
A surge of powerful Spiritual Power rose and fell around him, then he abruptly drew it back into his body.
His white robes billowed and fluttered in the wind.
But the old man was completely unafraid, and merely chuckled twice.
"Gentlemen, I shall take my leave first!"
boom!!
Another terrifying explosion rang out, and all the Alien Race nearby were blasted to pieces.
And this seemed to mark the beginning of something.
Each cultivator in the Profound Alliance, once they are too weak to fight, will not hesitate to self-destruct; they will not linger on or allow themselves to live a life of ignominy.
The two tribes are locked in battle, and there is no way out.
At this point, they no longer sought to live, but only to exchange more of the Alien Race for blood, dragging them down with them to their deaths, thus relieving some of the pressure on Human Race!
This scene left the imperial cultivators stunned and dumbfounded.
They call themselves a small world within the secret realm. Although their resources are better than those in the Profound Domain, this has also led to them being spoiled and pampered.
Their strength has improved, but in terms of mentality and temperament, they are far inferior to the Profound Alliance cultivators who have struggled out of the mud.
They've been living peacefully for too long.
Such a person...
They cherish their lives the most.
But at this moment, they watched helplessly as those Profound Alliance cultivators died one by one, completely stunned, their eyes filled with shock.
The awe-inspiring courage of the Profound Alliance cultivators.
In the past, due to their strength, talent, and status, few cultivators from the Imperial Clan could look up to cultivators from the Profound Alliance.
After all, regardless of which alliance or where, the idea that the strong rule has never changed since ancient times.
These are merely native cultivators of the Profound Domain. They are not descendants of the Thearch Realm experts, nor do they possess Emperor Blood. Furthermore, the Cultivation Method they practice are inferior and utterly unbearable to behold.
What beings like them can compare to the cultivators of their imperial clan?
This mentality and these thoughts, until just a moment ago, even still existed in the minds of some members of the imperial family.
But at this moment, witnessing the demise of one Profound Alliance cultivator after another, fighting to the death only to weaken the Alien Race's power, they were stunned.
After they came to their senses, all that filled their hearts was utter shame...
That's right.
The cultivators of the Profound Alliance are indeed inferior to them.
Blood ties are inferior.
Inferior talent.
Their strength is inferior.
However, this temperament and courage are qualities they lack and are far inferior to...
However...
The Your Highness Ten looked down at everything with a cold gaze.
The situation on the battlefield is naturally constantly changing. Even if one cultivator after another self-destructs to kill the enemy, it doesn't even take a few breaths.
Many of the Alien Race did indeed die.
However, in the eyes of the Your Highness Ten, all of this could be described in just one word.
"A mayfly trying to shake a tree."
He spoke calmly, his eyes showing no anxiety, nor any sorrow for the deaths of his fellow Alien Race.
No.
How could he possibly recognize someone of such ordinary, Alien Race as a compatriot?
He looked contemptuously at the Human Race cultivators who rushed out one by one, trying to pave the way for their companions with their corpses. A mocking smile appeared on his lips as he stretched out one hand and gently squeezed it.
Bang!
Bang! Bang!
Those Profound Alliance cultivators who intended to follow in the footsteps of their predecessors and rush out to their deaths did not have time to self-destruct, or even to react at all. They were blown into clouds of blood mist by the Your Highness Ten's casual gesture and disappeared silently into the world.
How...
Tragic.
But after pinching it a few times, the Your Highness Ten's brows furrowed slightly, and he became increasingly impatient.
Are mere ants worth all the trouble he's making a fuss about?
"This will solve your problems once and for all."
He narrowed his eyes, his figure rising a few inches higher into the air once more, and the dazzling red moon reappeared behind him.
But unlike last time, this red moon is not only larger, but also more oppressive!
The Your Highness Ten exhaled slowly, and a wisp of scarlet blood mist spread from between his lips and teeth, slowly rushing towards the Human Race below who were fighting against the Alien Race race.
This Secret Technique is Thearch Technique.
Not only is its power terrifying, but it is also an extremely rare Thearch Technique with a wide range of destructive power!
His Your Highness Ten has had enough of this game.
"Die!"
With a casual utterance, he decided the fate of the Human Race below. The crimson moon drew ever closer, and with astonishing speed, it slammed down upon the earth with a downward sweep of his hand!
The Human Race on the battlefield looked up and saw the crimson moon, which almost completely surrounded and engulfed them, looming over them and falling towards them.
It was as if the moon in the sky had truly fallen and crashed right down on them!
The sense of impending death spread from everyone's bodies in an instant, instantly reaching their minds. They stared in disbelief and astonishment at the rapidly moving Red Moon, its reflection a blood-red blur in their eyes, with only one thought in their minds.
today...
Could this be the time of Human Race's extinction?
An atmosphere of despair instantly spread, engulfing everyone. Some cultivators even dropped their weapons to the ground.
Rebellion?
What can they possibly use to resist?
"The end of Human Race... has come..."
Just as everyone was losing heart and despairing, a beam of light shot down from the sky, striking the red moon with unstoppable force.
The spiritual light was extremely small compared to the red moon, but a crack appeared at the location of that spiritual light!
Click.
Click.
Like a shattered mirror, the crimson moon crashed down as it nearly engulfed all the cultivators of the Profound Domain. Beneath the sky, fragments of crimson Spiritual Power, like flower petals, scattered across the battlefield, which had become a sea of blood.
The Human Race cultivator subconsciously followed the path of the spiritual light, and when he saw who it was, his breathing suddenly caught in his throat, then became extremely heavy with joy.
"Yes..."
"It's Sword Pavilion!"
"Reinforcements... have arrived!!"
The people who arrived were none other than Lin Xuan and his two companions.
He appeared on the battlefield together with Wu Liang and Heavenly Venerable Yunli.
At this moment, Lin Xuan had just completed his breakthrough and, upon hearing the news, immediately rushed over without hesitation.
The arrival of the three men ignited a spark of hope in the eyes of those who knew their identities.
"It's that Demon Emperor!"
"What? It's him!? Is it that man in black robes?"
"That's right! Exactly! The Demon Emperor of the Sword Pavilion has arrived!"
The burning flame of hope roused some cultivators to their spirits, prompting them to return to the battlefield.
As for Lin Xuan...
Not many people actually recognize him.
However, that's not entirely true.
Among the crowd, one person, pale-faced, looked up and stared blankly at the figure in the sky.
It can't be wrong...
Although they hadn't seen each other for a long time, she recognized him at a glance when they met again.
Nothing has changed...
No, it's changed too.
Nangong Yaoyue looked dazed, her gaze fixed on Lin Xuan's figure, never looking away once since Lin Xuan appeared.
Lin Xuan... her former master.
Just now, when he looked in this direction, his gaze swept over the area as if he had only seen a stranger.
Nangong Yaoyue a pang of sadness.
She knew that there were many Human Race cultivators, and Lin Xuan probably hadn't even seen her. But he wasn't like this before.
Wherever she is, no matter how many people are nearby, he will spot her immediately.
This point, perhaps, changed completely when he betrayed the sect, and there's no way he can ever go back.
Nangong Yaoyue felt a surge of indescribable emotions.
She had thought that she and he would never see each other again.
He thought that with his mediocre talent, he would only be able to stay in the small Azure Yang Sword Sect for the rest of his life, like a frog at the bottom of a well, and would never be able to break through to the King Realm. Even if he were lucky enough to break through, the King Realm would be the end he could reach on this path of cultivation.
But everything has changed.
From the moment she met Su Lianxin, everything spiraled out of her control.
She lost.
He lost to Su Lianxin, and was defeated by yet another of her disciples.
After her Dao Heart shattered, her master managed to stabilize it. Originally, she should have been recuperating in the palace, but for some reason, Nangong Yaoyue wanted to come to the front lines.
She wanted to come...
I want to see him one more time...
Now that she has actually seen Lin Xuan again, Nangong Yaoyue bitterly realizes that she still cares about him.
But it was too late...
After a brief moment of joy, the other cultivators around them looked at the scene around them, and then at the Your Highness Ten, who, even after his Thearch Technique was broken, only slightly frowned and remained calm and composed. Hesitation and doubt crept into their hearts.
"The Demon Emperor... Could he be a match for the Your Highness Ten?"
As if he had heard their thoughts, the Your Highness Ten raised an eyebrow, looked in the direction of Wu Liang, and suddenly let out a sneer.
"You're not bad, being able to break my Thearch Technique."
" Thearch Realm First Layer... Hah, so this is your Human Race's trump card? Not bad, but unfortunately, you've met me!"
The Your Highness Ten spoke with a mocking tone, but his eyes flashed with a chilling murderous intent.
His aura was undisguised, like a raging sun, so intense that it was impossible for anyone to look directly at Divine Sense. Even a single glance would sting or even injure their eyes!
The terrifying aura emanating from the Your Highness Ten surged wildly, seemingly undergoing a qualitative change with every breath!
Among the crowd, an ancient imperial clan expert turned pale upon witnessing this scene.
"This... this is impossible! This aura is at least at the Thearch Realm Second Layer Peak!"
"Back then, even our clan's Azure Thearch, after ten thousand years of arduous cultivation, only reached the Thearch Realm Second Layer Early Stage. Even our ancestor, at his peak, never possessed such a terrifying aura!"
Many members of the imperial clans felt their scalps tingle; they were descendants of the Azure Thearch and had once felt the terrifying aura left behind by that Thearch Realm from back then.
Compared to the Alien Race before them, they were many times weaker!
Even if the Azure Thearch were to be resurrected and at his peak strength, he still couldn't catch up!
Upon hearing his words, the Human Race cultivator's heart sank, and the familiar despair crept back into his mind.
This Alien Race is actually stronger than the Azure Thearch of yesteryear?
Although they were unaware of the differences between those at the Thearch Realm, they were familiar with the Azure Thearch figure renowned throughout Human Race history.
That was a legendary existence regarded by the Human Race, considered one of the pinnacles of Human Race cultivators' strength.
Whenever the Azure Thearch is mentioned, he is always associated with words like "suppressing all under heaven" and "invincible."
And now you're telling me that this Alien Race before me is even stronger than the legendary Azure Thearch?
Countless Human Race cultivators even had their Dao hearts shattered at this moment.
Faced with the Your Highness Ten's ever-increasing aura, some of the cultivators collapsed on the spot.
"What use is the appearance of the Demon Emperor Chongming!"
The Human Race cultivator smiled bitterly, tears streaming down his face, his expression filled with despair.
Despair spread and no one objected.
In fact, a large portion of people... no, it should be said that everyone thinks this way!
If the Your Highness Ten hadn't come, the Human Race could have easily swept and crushed the entire field with the power of the Demon Emperor.
But there are no "what ifs"...
The Your Highness Ten's gaze towards Wu Liang showed no concern whatsoever, only indifference.
A mere first-level Thearch Realm cultivator posed absolutely no threat to him.
Above the Thearch Realm, each realm is vastly different.
Even the most gifted individuals find it difficult to defeat enemies of higher ranks.
and...
Who among those who have reached a cultivation level above the Thearch Realm wasn't once a prodigy?
He casually pondered how to bestow death upon this Thearch Realm who was about to fall into his hands.
Is it a complete and utter crushing defeat?
Or was the fight evenly matched, only to be suddenly killed to savor the opponent's despair?
The Your Highness Ten's lips curled into a smile, and his sadistic desires surged to their peak once again.
"Come, I will grant you death!"
He looked down at Wu Liang with his chin raised, full of arrogance, waiting for the other party to come forward and start a fight.
As for the others who came with Wu Liang?
He was probably just his servant; not worth mentioning.
The Your Highness Ten thought casually.
His attitude humiliated the Human Race cultivators present, who gritted their teeth but were helpless.
After all, circumstances are beyond our control.
Now, all they can do is pray that this Demon Emperor Chongming can hold out a little longer...
However, Wu Liang, who was being watched by everyone, remained calm, as if the person the Your Highness Ten was talking to was not him at all.
... and it really wasn't him.
Amidst the stunned gazes that gradually turned to confusion and disbelief, Wu Liang didn't move an inch. Instead, the white-robed swordsman beside him slowly stepped forward.
He walked out step by step, shrinking the distance to an inch, and arrived in front of the Your Highness Ten.
This scene left everyone stunned and bewildered.
The reputation of Wu Liang Chongming Demon Emperor was widespread; everyone knew he was an Emperor Realm expert. Therefore, when the three appeared together, Wu Liang's presence attracted almost everyone's attention.
As for Heavenly Venerable Yunli and Lin Xuan beside him?
They were naturally overlooked.
However, just as everyone was filled with excitement, trepidation, unease, and confusion, expecting Wu Liang to be the one to fight, the one who stepped forward was not Wu Liang, but the white-robed swordsman beside him...
And he...
It was Lin Xuan!