fifth form

Chapter 3138 Challenger

The Yang Soul Dharma Body of a top-tier cultivator was almost collapsing before their eyes; this was the ultimate ritual for refining the Spirit Wood Staff.

Zhang Xuezhou felt a mix of anxiety and uncertainty.

But he ultimately did not use the Spiritwood Staff to deliver the final blow.

He was not a passenger while piloting the Sky Shuttle, making it difficult to unleash the power of the Spirit Wood Staff, and the new emperor's attack was too fast.

Without any prior notice or hint, the new emperor had already completed his preparations for the talismans and swordsmanship; the moment he drew his sword would be the moment of execution.

Approaching a martial arts practitioner without warning is a nightmare for a magic practitioner, and even a Dao Lord is no exception. Zhang Xuezhou was no different in failing to seize such an opportunity.

"Pity!"

A streak of purple light flew rapidly northwards.

Zhang Xuezhou sighed softly to himself.

"Even in your true form, I am still afraid of you. How could an avatar possibly bind my sword!"

The new emperor's body floated lightly in the air, almost suspended in mid-air as he controlled his swordsmanship.

After unleashing his sword technique, he did not fall quickly; his body remained suspended in the air until Zhang Xuezhou landed below him on the Sky Shuttle, at which point his body floated down.

The sword in his hand trembled slightly, and his chest heaved with heavy breathing, revealing the turmoil in his emotions.

The new emperor's sword had slain ferocious beasts and monsters, but had never killed a human.

This was the first time he had used his sword to kill someone; it was both a sacrifice to his sword and a sacrifice to his heart.

As long as a cultivator like Daojun has ever been defeated by his sword, his sword will not tremble no matter who it is facing. This is true for Daojun, Zhujiuyin, and Jiuling Yuansheng.

He gripped the longsword tightly with his cleavage, veins bulging in his hands. The flames on the blade had died down, but the glow of his life force continued to emanate from it.

"Charge into it! Charge into the Nine-Headed Lion Saint's direction!"

Quickly calming his inner turmoil, the new emperor pointed downwards at the conspicuous Nine-Headed Lion.

"It seems that General Li is currently shooting down Nine-Headed Lion Saint. Shall we choose some other opponents?"

Zhang Xuezhou took a deep breath.

The shock he felt subsided much faster than that of the new emperor.

Once the sword is drawn, it cannot be withdrawn. Zhang Xuezhou knew that he would no longer be able to have a peaceful conversation with Daojun. Only by taking a blow from the other party and being able to withstand it could he possibly let go of this borderline grudge with Daojun.

Daojun's thoughts were unchangeable, which made Zhang Xuezhou even consider delivering a final blow.

He simply missed the opportunity because he didn't have time to perform.

But at this moment, facing another holy land lord would be madness, and Zhang Xuezhou couldn't be so crazy as to fight alongside the new emperor.

The new emperor Sheng Daojun had an advantage in the surprise attack, and also in the fact that Daojun was skilled in magic and did not come in his true form. However, the Nine Spirits Primordial Saint below was a real demon body and was also truly skilled in close combat. These were completely different opponents, and they could not be placed on the same level just because they were both lords of holy lands.

"Without the Heaven-Shaking Arrow, Li Guang can't do anything to the Nine-Headed Lion Saint!"

"The body of a ninth-rank demon saint is bathed in heavenly lightning, and his copper tendons and iron bones are not afraid of the sharpness of conventional swords and blades. General Li's archery skills have reached their peak, and he can only shoot at a few places such as the eyes of the Nine-Spirit Primordial Saint. Your sword will hardly be effective!"

"But Master Li is also keeping an eye on the Nine-Headed Lion!"

The Sky Shuttle continued to descend, and the view below became increasingly clear.

The new emperor pointed downwards, and Li Shaojun's body swayed like a leaf in a storm, constantly dodging attacks from the possible directions of the Nine Spirits Primordial Saint.

The new emperor clearly wanted to cooperate with Li Shaojun and others to eliminate the lord of the holy land of Beiju Luzhou.

"Master Li hasn't been feeling well lately, and he hasn't made a move yet. If we intervene rashly, we might disrupt his rhythm!"

Zhang Xuezhou gritted his teeth.

If Li Shaojun possessed genuine talent, even if he only had half the strength of Zhenyuan Divine Lord, he could cooperate with the new emperor's demands. "Roar!"

It's clear that Nine-Headed Lion is also misled by Li Shaojun's reputation, roaring incessantly, yet he dares not confront him head-on.

Constantly dodging and leaping to avoid Li Guang's arrows, the Nine-Headed Lion also kept avoiding Li Shaojun, almost to the point of being restricted in its movements.

Zhang Xuezhou felt that maintaining this state was fine, to avoid the situation becoming complicated if everyone actually fought and discovered the truth.

"Look at the Empress Dowager, she needs help even more!"

Zhang Xuezhou had to find a more compelling reason, which also pointed to the core clashes.

It was difficult to distinguish between hundreds of people fighting, especially since they were all dressed almost identically.

The Empress Dowager also wore a helmet and armor, but her large sleeves remained unchanged, which made her stand out even more.

Although the Empress Dowager vowed to kill Zhu Jiuyin, the battle did not change according to her wishes. Zhu Jiuyin's yang spirit incarnation stepped on the Nine Dragon Cauldron, which was the core of the Xiong Kingdom's assault force. Xiong Kingdom's experts were constantly moving back and forth around it, and many powerful demons were nearby to assist in the attack.

Zhu Jiuyin, who was in charge of the Nine Dragon Cauldron, did not linger in battle. Instead, he ordered his men to fight and retreat. After all, the Xiong Kingdom's assault team rode on horseback, while most of the Han Dynasty's ambush team relied on their legs. Once a certain distance was created, they would inevitably be separated.

Zhu Jiuyin didn't care whether he killed one more or one less Han Chinese; he looked at the Nine Dragon Cauldron beneath his feet.

Some of the rumors may have been spread by him, but Zhu Jiuyin needed such a large cauldron for alchemy at the moment.

Zhou Bugui's Yin-Yang Water-Fire Alchemy Furnace encountered some problems when refining top-grade pills, and he kept mentioning that he needed to replace it with a better one.

The Nine Dragon Cauldron of the Qin Dynasty is considered the most advanced alchemy furnace in the last hundred years, and Zhu Jiuyin thought it was worth taking back and using it.

He felt the emptiness in his body, and his mind inevitably returned to that dark time when he was shot and killed by Ying Fusu.

This was the most serious injury he had suffered in nearly a thousand years, and it was a severe blow to his body. This kind of injury almost killed him, and it also made it extremely difficult for Zhu Jiuyin to recover. His body and strength have not recovered to this day.

"Keep charging forward, don't linger in battle, keep charging, and shake them off!"

As he continued to shake off the entanglement of the Han Chinese cultivators, Zhu Jiuyin raised his eyes.

A new flying artifact appeared in the rain.

The cultivators from the Han Dynasty kept appearing. He scanned and observed for several seconds before he could barely make out the faces of the cultivators on the Imperial Shuttle.

Both of them are very young, and seem to be newcomers who have emerged in recent years.

Even the most radical new cultivators have their limits. Zhu Jiuyin is not afraid of newcomers; he is only worried about the emergence of some inexplicable targeted magical artifacts.

For example, Li Guang's Heaven-Shaking Arrow, the Crimson Sky Sword of the Han Dynasty imperial family, and that heavy Demon-Revealing Mirror.

Each treasure brings him unspeakable trauma, and Zhu Jiuyin needs to remain cautious.

"Candle Nine Yin!"

A loud shout came from afar. Zhu Jiuyin glanced at it, then ignored it and did not respond.

"That demonic dragon caught an arrow from Gongsun He!"

A loud shout came from afar, followed by a streak of dark light shooting out.

It was clear that this arrow was fired from a special heavy bow; all three arrows that were meant to intercept the dark light were deflected.

The dark light shone before his eyes. Zhu Jiuyin reached out and grabbed the sharp-toothed arrow, then flung it back the way it came.

A muffled groan came from behind him, and Zhu Jiuyin couldn't help but shake his head.

Even in his most destitute state, he was still a top-tier demon, not someone that ordinary cultivators could easily defeat.

But just a few seconds later, Zhu Jiuyin's expression changed slightly.

In a useless storm and rain, the storm slashed in like a knife, and the rain began to turn into waves to restrain it.

He looked at his clothes, which had been instantly shredded, and the cuts that had penetrated several feet into Yang Po's body. Then he looked at the water ropes binding his feet. His slightly hunched body quickly straightened up.