Xue Tu's expression changed drastically.
That finger strike just now clearly shattered his palm print.
Wen Heshan actually said that was just a counterattack, not a proper counterattack?
Before Xue Tu could speak, Wen Heshan had already raised his right hand again.
The green light at his fingertips was more refined than before.
The surrounding Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi seemed to be drawn in by an invisible force, rushing wildly into that point of light.
An aura far more terrifying than before locked onto Xue Tu.
" Wen Heshan, don't push your luck!"
Xue Tu roared, and the black coffin behind him burst open.
The inside of the coffin was pitch black.
A withered hand covered in black scales emerged from it, followed by a corpse puppet three zhang tall that slowly stepped out.
The corpse puppet had no eyes, its face was completely covered by black iron armor, and a gray-white soul core was embedded in its chest.
Dao Mysterious Realm Second Stage.
This is the natal corpse puppet that Xue Tu has refined over many years.
The energy of the person and the puppet were connected, and the gray-black spiritual energy quickly condensed into a double-layered shield.
Wen Heshan glanced at it, his tone now tinged with sarcasm.
"Using this broken corpse as a cripple, no wonder you've only managed this much skill after a century."
The giant cyan finger materialized once more.
This time, streaks of cinnabar appeared on the surface of the giant finger, and blue flames burned around the fingertip.
"Go."
Wen Heshan flicked it lightly.
A giant cyan finger soared across the sky.
Xue Tu and his natal corpse puppet simultaneously raised their hands, pushing forward a gray-black shield.
The moment the two forces collided, the soul core on the corpse puppet's chest began to flicker violently.
The first layer of shield lasted for three breaths before shattering with a deafening roar.
The second shield lasted only one more breath.
The giant cyan finger tore through the corpse energy and landed heavily on the chest of the natal corpse puppet.
Bang!
The corpse puppet's massive body flew backward, its chest armor dented in a large area, and fine cracks appeared on the surface of its soul core.
Xue Tu and Corpse Puppet were connected by soul, and both suffered a backlash.
He could no longer suppress his surging blood and qi, and he spat out blood, his body flying backwards for hundreds of feet.
The pressure from the Dao Mysterious Realm went out of control, transforming into a violent shockwave that swept across the plaza.
Hundreds of low-level cultivators, unable to escape in time, coughed up blood and fled in terror to the outer perimeter.
Xue Tu barely managed to steady himself, his face ashen.
The injury left by this finger was not serious.
However, in front of the heroes of the Eastern Continent, he was still repelled by Wen Heshan with a single finger after summoning his natal corpse puppet. This humiliation was even more unbearable than being seriously injured.
"Old Ghost Wen!"
Xue Tu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes blazing with murderous intent. "You insulted me in public today. The Puppet Sect will remember this. When Chu Yunfei emerges from the secret realm, I'll see how long you can protect him!"
Wen Heshan's eyes turned cold.
A third ray of blue light began to condense at the fingertips.
"They resort to threats after losing."
"Looks like that finger strike didn't wake you up."
Xue Tu's expression changed drastically.
He hadn't expected Wen Heshan to be so forceful, and even prepared to continue his attack.
Just as the third giant finger was about to materialize, a loud shout suddenly came from deep within the palace.
"Enough!"
A golden light streaked across the sky.
Ling Changkong's aged figure walked from the direction of the deep palace, and with each step he took, a golden spiritual cloud would rise from beneath his feet.
He landed between the two giants, and with a flick of his sleeves to either side.
The imperial spiritual power formed a barrier, separating Wen Heshan's aura from Xue Tu's.
"This is the Great Qian Imperial City, and also the place where the Heavenly Mystic Secret Realm opens."
Ling Changkong's gaze swept over the two men, his voice steady. "If you two wish to fight to the death, you can choose another battlefield after the competition ends. Continuing to fight here would mean harming the people of the imperial city and disciples of various sects, which would be tantamount to making an enemy of the Great Qian Imperial Family."
Wen Heshan glanced at Ling Changkong.
He was well aware of the strength and resources of the Great Qian Imperial Family.
Although Ling Changkong was only at the Dao Mysterious Realm Second Stage, he was able to mobilize the Nine Dragons Heaven-Locking Grand Formation, and deep within the imperial palace was a powerful ancient beast.
This is not the time to completely break with the royal family.
Wen Heshan dissipated the green light from his fingertips and did not continue his attack.
Xue Tu also retrieved his natal corpse puppet.
He had already experienced Wen Heshan's strength firsthand; continuing the fight would only make him look even more humiliated.
Ling Changkong looked at the entrance to the secret realm, a complex expression flashing in his aged eyes.
Whether Chu Yunfei can survive the possession of the remnant soul in the secret realm remains to be seen, but a huge storm has already been stirred up in the outside world because of him.
Once the array gate reopens, whether it is Chu Yunfei who emerges or the remnant soul occupying his body, an even more intense conflict will erupt between the three sects and the Pill Pavilion.
What made Ling Changkong even more uneasy was that the restriction node inside the Heavenly Mystic Secret Realm had suddenly broken.
The mountain used to stabilize the earth's veins vanished from the secret realm without warning.
Even the remnant souls that had merged with the secret realm couldn't find the cause.
Something seems to have happened in the Heavenly Mystic Secret Realm.
Ling Changkong looked at Wen Heshan, hesitating several times as if he wanted to say something.
In the end, he only sighed softly, turned around and stepped into the deep palace.
Wen Heshan watched his retreating figure, his eyes slightly narrowed.
He was well aware of what the royal family had been doing lately.
However, he couldn't yet figure out what role Ling Changkong was playing in the whole scheme.
Xue Tu withdrew his gaze and stared coldly at Wen Heshan.
" Wen Heshan!"
"Even a cultivator at the Dao Mysterious Realm Third Layer can't save Chu Yunfei."
"Once the secret realm reopens, I will personally refine him into a corpse puppet, so that he may kneel before Han Mei's tomb for eternity!"
Wen Heshan said calmly, "If you dare to make another move, I wouldn't mind breaking your old bones first."
Xue Tu's eye twitched.
Staying here will only make us a laughingstock.
We'll see.
He snorted coldly, black energy surged around him, and his figure quickly disappeared into the void.
Yin Xiaotian glanced at the extinguished soul lamp and led the Puppet Sect members back to the high platform.
He did not leave.
Xue Tu also never truly left the imperial city.
As soon as the secret realm's gate opens, the Puppet Sect will take action immediately.
Wei Shanhe and Nangong Hai stared at each other across the distance, each suppressing their killing intent.
With the appearance of the Pill Pavilion Ancestor, they were temporarily unable to launch a forceful attack.
But even if Wen Heshan is strong, he is only one person.
If the three sects combine their Dao Mysterious Realm resources, and given the unclear attitude of the royal family, the Pill Pavilion has no chance of protecting Chu Yunfei.
High in the sky.
Wen Heshan did not leave immediately. He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze slowly sweeping across the various parts of the imperial city.
After a moment, he let out a low, cold laugh.
"That old fox, he's certainly got the patience to keep his cool."
"Several Dao Profound hidden in the shadows."
"That's quite a show of force."
Those lurking in the shadows did not react.
However, when Wen Heshan's gaze swept over the area, extremely subtle ripples appeared in several places.
The next moment, a pale blue aura enveloped Wen Heshan's body.
A ripple spread across the void.
His figure vanished silently, temporarily disappearing into the shadows of the imperial city.
The members of each sect took their seats again.
No one spoke loudly in the square anymore.
Only a few communication jade talismans were hidden in the sleeves of his robes, their lights glowing faintly one after another.
The holy sons and daughters of the three major sects have perished.
This kind of thing has never happened in the Eastern Continent before.
The three factions will absolutely not let this go easily.
All the killing intent pressed down at the same time.
Three days later.
When the secret realm reopens.
At that time, the entire imperial city will be plunged into a true bloodbath.