Plotting for an Enclave

The Sage Emperor rested his chin on his hand, head tilted as he watched the battle on the arena.

Fu Xuanxing's opponent was one of the marshals under his command. Anyone who could serve as a marshal of the Western Continent Immortal Dynasty and command a region had to be at least in the True Spirit Realm. They were akin to the great Devil Lords of the Southern Continent: the wind tribulation was arduous, and calamities came one after another. These marshals had slaughtered too much, leaving them unable to cross their tribulations. They could only use the dynasty's providence to suppress the calamities within themselves.

But in terms of combat strength, these marshals were on par with the Southern Continent's former Seven Great Devil Lords.

"This brat may have a few tricks up his sleeve, but he probably can't beat Li Xu..."

Boom—bang bang—

Two divine swords as tall as a person stood planted to either side of the arena.

One east, one west; one wood, one metal. Each was entwined with a dragon soul.

Dragon roars echoed through the divine mountain as a gold-and-azure domain spread across the arena.

Li Xu gripped the Phoenix-Coiling Golden Saber and warily surveyed this suddenly formed domain.

"Metal and wood, yin and yang... No, there's also a water-and-fire domain hidden beneath it. Is this the positive and negative Four Symbols?"

While the metal and wood dragon souls formed yin and yang with each other, together they also constituted the positive aspect.

Fu Xuanxing's own water-and-fire immortal qi formed yin and yang with each other, then became the negative aspect corresponding to the metal-and-wood domain.

Positive and negative merged, and four dragon phantoms could vaguely be seen swimming through the domain.

Li Xu's expression grew grave. Suddenly, he gave a great shout, saber