Immortals of the End Times

In Nanchu Prefecture, the night was as dark as ink.

A thousand miles away, beyond the desolate mountains, a flash of blue light suddenly appeared.

The teleportation array patterns rippled like water as two figures stepped out.

Zhao Wuji wore an ordinary blue robe, while Xinghe Daoren wore a cold black robe, looking like the sinister thirteenth demon prince.

"Ah, Fellow Daoist Tiannan!"

Daoist Xinghe looked up at the sparse stars, sighed dejectedly, "This old man's crippled spirit can't withstand any more trouble. If things go wrong, don't try to run away first. I've memorized the location of this teleportation array."

"Fellow Daoist, please rest assured. Even if I am no match for you, I have a foolproof way out."

Zhao Wuji flicked his wide sleeves, his expression calm.

Xinghe Daoist raised an eyebrow: "Didn't you say earlier that there were two helpers from the Hua family head? Why aren't they with us?"

"It has already been arranged."

Zhao Wuji smiled faintly, his sleeves fluttering as a hidden meaning appeared. "Brother Xinghe, just go ahead and do your thing. Don't worry about anything else."

Xinghe Daoist caught a glimpse of the faint spiritual light emanating from his sleeve, and recalling the mysterious treasure in the Qiankun Bag, he immediately understood, and the worry between his brows vanished.

"Let's go to the valley next door and make some arrangements first."

Zhao Wuji leaped into the air, transforming into a streak of purple-gold light as he sped towards the deep valley not far away.

With a flick of his fingertips, twenty-four array flags shot out from his sleeve, like a flock of crows flying into the forest, precisely embedding themselves into the rock crevices.

The subtle patterns on the flag fluttered in the wind, forming a curtain of light in the night.

Xinghe Daoist shook his head and smiled bitterly, then turned into ashes and followed closely behind.

With a flick of his withered hand, three Star River God-Damaging Nails, crafted in recent years, were silently embedded into the earth's veins at the valley entrance.

"Wind blows!"

Zhao Wuji suddenly made a hand seal, and the second pot of heaven space rippled.

The Soul-Devouring Wind Pearl within the Tiannan Secret Realm immediately flew out from the sleeve, buzzing and vibrating.

In an instant, a cold wind howled through the valley, and the dark blue wind raged like the wailing of thousands of wronged souls, enveloping the entire valley.

Where the wind passes, the grass and trees wither and decay, and the surface of the rocks is eroded with honeycomb-like holes.

"This wind... is it the Soul-Devouring Gale?" Xinghe Daoist's expression changed upon seeing this.

Zhao Wuji swung his hand back.

The bewitching fan flew out of her sleeve and unfolded, the ink-wash landscape on the fan surface suddenly came to life, and misty vapors emanated from the painting, merging with the wind to form an invisible illusionary miasma.

"Crack-"

A blinding bolt of lightning tore through the sky, and the Thunder Spear shot out, embedding itself deeply into the core rock layer of the formation.

The gun tip crackled with electricity, scorching the ground black.

"What kind of magical treasures are these? They give me the aura of tribulation from the Ninth Heaven when I was undergoing my Nascent Soul Tribulation."

Xinghe Daoist was overwhelmed by what he saw and speechless.

Having gained a new understanding of the unfathomable nature of this fellow Daoist from Tiannan, I felt a surge of confidence.

"Plus the Bone-Corroding Rain Needle... that's enough to give that old dog Yang a hard time."

Zhao Wuji suddenly waved his sleeve.

Whoosh whoosh! !

Thousands of fine needles shot out from the sky, instantly transforming into a light drizzle that merged into the clouds.

"Wind, rain, clouds, and lightning, rise!"

As Zhao Wuji made a hand seal, the four magical treasures trembled simultaneously.

For a moment, the Soul-Devouring Wind Pearl hung on the eastern cliff, stirring up gusts of howling, eerie wind.

The bewitching fan unfolded on the branches of an ancient pine tree to the west, its flowing cloud patterns turning the entire pine forest into a strange pinkish-purple hue.

The Thunder Spear was stuck upside down in the center of the valley floor, and electric snakes bursting from its tip snaked through the crevices of the rocks.

The bone-chilling, drizzling rain needles disappear into the waterfall to the north, their chill seeping from the tips mingling with the water mist to form a bone-chilling drizzle.

The four celestial phenomena intertwine to form a net, arranged into a grand celestial array.

"Fellow Daoist Tiannan is indeed well-prepared. With these four treasures forming a formation, our chances of defeating that old monster Yang Xiong have more than doubled!"

Xinghe Daoist clapped his hands in amazement, and the dejection in his eyes vanished.

Even with his Nascent Soul cultivator's perspective, he felt a chill run down his spine at this moment.

These four magical treasures all exude the terrifying aura of level five or higher magical treasures, and are most likely the most treasured possessions of this fellow Daoist Tiannan during his heyday.

"As expected of my respected Fellow Daoist Tiannan, your supernatural powers were indeed unparalleled back then!"

"not enough!"

At this moment, Zhao Wuji shook his head and suddenly patted his storage bag.

Whoosh!
The three sobering stones—Golden Goblet, Human God, and Earth Emperor—suddenly flew out.

The earth stone is as solid as topaz, the human stone is as smooth as ice crystal, and the gold stone has an amber luster.

The surface of the three stones suddenly glowed with wine-like patterns, and countless seal characters, like swimming fish strung together, outlined a triangular formation in the void.

"The Dionysian Formation begins!"

Zhao Wuji suddenly took out a jar of precious Lion King Star Wine, brewed with the blood of the Crimson-Eyed Demon King.

As the wine poured out with a 'whoosh,' it turned a deep crimson like blood, blending seamlessly with the formation, and instantly the aroma of the wine filled the air.

Although the Heavenly Stone is missing, the combination with the Demon King's Blood Wine is enough to paralyze the Nascent Soul's consciousness for a moment.

A moment of confusion can sometimes mean the difference between life and death!
Xinghe Daoren was deeply shocked. Looking at Zhao Wuji's endless stream of trump cards, he couldn't help but silently mourn for Yang Xiong.

This old monster is probably going to be completely defeated today!
Of all people to provoke, why did he have to provoke such a ruthless person as Fellow Daoist Tiannan?

He tried to possess the body himself back then, but his attempt backfired, and he was instead controlled by this fellow Daoist for many years. He is still selling himself to pay off his debts.

"In that case, the killing formation is finally ready."

Zhao Wuji let out a long sigh and turned to Xinghe Daoist: "Fellow Daoist Xinghe, please stay here and oversee things. Once I lure Yang Xiong here, you can secretly coordinate with the formation to make your move."

"Rest assured, Fellow Daoist Tiannan!" Daoist Xinghe shook off his dejected state and bowed solemnly. "I will certainly cooperate with all my might!"

Zhao Wuji nodded slightly, and his figure suddenly transformed into a stream of light, instantly reaching the desolate ridge thirty miles away.

With a flick of his sleeve, seventy-two source crystals shot out, outlining a teleportation array in the void that would connect to the Qilin Sword Sect's cave.

"Om!!"

His eyes flashed with a sharp light, and the phantom of the blood sword in his sea of ​​consciousness vanished in a flash. At the end of the array pattern, three strands of tribulation-turbidity quietly disappeared.

If pursuing troops break through the formation, the silk threads will be severed, the formation will be destroyed, and everything will be burned!

"A cunning rabbit has three burrows; now we're absolutely safe."

Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed, "Even if we can't use the teleportation array on the other side of the valley in time, we can still escape from here."

"If even this is too late..."

A slight smile played on his lips, and a deep glint flashed in his eyes.

At worst, we can escape into the second Heavenly Realm and retreat through the Southern Heavenly Secret Realm!

He subtly sensed Hua Qingshuang and Wang Zheng, who were waiting in full battle array within the second Heavenly Chamber.

These two hid within the pot-shaped space, like sharp blades lurking in the dark, waiting for the opportune moment to deliver a fatal blow.

"Peak Master, everything is ready. Please wait patiently."

After Zhao Wuji transmitted his voice to Hua Qingshuang, he no longer hesitated.

The technique of summoning clouds with hand gestures.

Suddenly, a dark cloud drifted down from the sky, completely enveloping his figure.

Dark clouds gathered as if it were night, and all the light vanished.

His figure transformed into a dark, flowing cloud, rushing towards the Yang family a thousand miles away, silent yet swift as a startled swan, transmitting his thoughts to Yang Su.

"Prepare for backup!"

Before long, Zhao Wuji's figure, riding on a cloud, arrived above the Yang family's residence.

He was dressed in a flowing green robe, his feet treading on surging black clouds, wearing a bamboo hat as he looked down at the three majestic immortal mountains below.

The ancestral land of the Yang family was bathed in rosy light, with the main peak, Pengshui Mountain, piercing the sky like a jade sword, while the auxiliary peaks on both sides each held the posture of a dragon and a tiger.

A mountain spring cascades down a thousand feet, transforming into a rainbow bridge that hangs in the air.

At the foot of the mountain, the palaces of the Yingyang Dynasty stretched for dozens of miles, and the incense smoke from the kneeling worshippers formed a magnificent canopy.

Although the secular dynasty supported by the Yang family did not have a Golden Core emperor, the throne was firmly held by the direct descendants of the Yang family. Successive dynasties revered the Yang family as gods and offered them endless worship.

As Zhao Wuji scanned the area with his divine sense, he saw three spiritual veins lying dormant underground like dragons.

The newly formed fifth-level spiritual vein beneath the main peak exhales purple energy, the fourth-level spiritual vein on the left glows with a deep blue light, and the second-level spiritual vein on the right, though weak, connects the three mountains like a golden thread.

Compared to the Wang family's foundation of seven spiritual veins, the Yang family has three fewer second-level spiritual veins.

However, the spiritual energy fluctuations emanating from that level-five spiritual vein were in no way inferior to those of top-tier resources.

"What an imposing presence of a thousand-year-old family of cultivators! It's a pity they turned to thievery, choosing instead to collude with demons to harm the Wang family. Don't they know that those not of our kind are bound to have different intentions?"

Zhao Wuji suddenly flashed and descended from the dark clouds, turning into a blur as he fell towards Pengshui Mountain.

The instant he touched the protective array, his double pupils suddenly appeared in his eyes. The blood moon, accompanied by flowing golden light, instantly revealed the subtle flaws at the array's nodes.

Whoosh! !

With a hand seal, the array formation runes flickered, piercing the array's core like a skilled butcher dissecting an ox, instantly cracking open the protective light barrier, creating a gap large enough for one person to pass through.

The next instant, he cast an invisibility spell, his body transforming into transparent ripples.

As they passed through layers of restrictions, they were not even disturbed by the pair of patrolling cranes flying in the distance.

Zhao Wuji completely concealed his aura and form, and using the Wind Control Technique, he stealthily entered the depths of the Yang family's residence under the night sky.

They soon arrived at the secret place at the top of the mountain.

The massive, imposing gate outside the secret realm was now almost within reach.

Eight guards stood at the gate, as still and alert as statues, their eyes fixed intently on the spot.

However, Yang Su had already used the young master's token to send away the Yang family's array masters, so these guarding cultivators were now completely blind.

Zhao Wuji walked past calmly.

Over the past five years, he has used the Dream-Marrying Technique to connect with Yang Su's vision and examined every brick and stone in this secret place on the mountaintop hundreds of times. He even knows exactly which bricks contain hidden mechanisms.

Only the magnificent palace, shrouded in purple mist, a few hundred feet away, made him wary and cautious.

Yang Xiong, that old devil, was currently healing his injuries in the hall, which was very close to the secret place.

At the speed of a Nascent Soul True Monarch, the distance of several hundred feet would be covered in an instant.
"but."

Zhao Wuji's eyes were cold, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

Although Yang Xiong was a troublesome old devil, he had already made plans for this situation since he was already involved.

At this critical moment when the other party was healing, the healing spiritual energy of the thousand-year-old Xuanqing bamboo made the other party's primordial spirit as still as a tortoise's breath.

For him, however, it was a golden opportunity to seize Xiang Yu's right arm!
He quickly approached the secret place, and as he made hand seals, a ghostly light flickered, and the Dream Marriage Technique spread out like invisible ripples.

The eight Yang family cultivators guarding the entrance to the secret realm suddenly lost their focus and stood frozen in place like puppets.

Zhao Wuji landed confidently in front of the secret realm's entrance, his double pupils reflecting a blood moon and golden light. He suddenly made a hand seal, effortlessly displaying his unparalleled array-setting skills.

The array patterns on the secret realm's entrance, which were powerful enough to trap even Golden Core cultivators or Nascent Soul cultivators for a moment, appeared to him as flawed as a child's scribbles.

"break!"

With a soft shout, all twenty-four array nodes collapsed simultaneously.

Zhao Wuji's figure transformed into a wisp of green smoke, drifting in through the gaps in the collapsing formation.

In the labyrinth, the illusion arrays that could drive even Golden Core cultivators mad were revealed in their entirety under the illumination of his Life-Generating Technique.

The poisonous fire and gale spewing from the killing formation were blocked and avoided by the Qi-sealing technique.

In less than three breaths, he had already passed through the nine layers of restrictions like a ghost and stepped into the core hall.

"boom!!"

Inside the hall, waves of terrifying pressure crashed down, causing Zhao Wuji's Taoist robe to flutter wildly.

Beneath the dome, a 15-zhang-long dark gold arm floated in the air, resembling the severed limb of an ancient demon god.

The surface of his arm was covered with mysterious magical patterns, each pattern seemingly breathing, causing the surrounding space to distort and tremble.

Nine golden chains, inscribed with ancient seal characters such as "suppress," "seal," and "prohibit," ran through his arms, yet they still could not suppress the domineering aura that seemed ready to tear the heavens and the earth apart.

"Xiang Yu's right arm"

Zhao Wuji's pupils suddenly contracted.

The way his arms were held, with his fingers slightly spread, made it seem as if he could shatter stars at any moment. The bony spurs protruding from his elbows gleamed coldly, as if they could tear through the void.

Even more horrifying was the writhing flesh at the severed arm, which grew and contracted like a living thing, causing the floor tiles of the entire hall to crack with each pulsation.

In a daze, he seemed to see the terrifying scene of this arm sweeping across the eight wastelands, crushing nascent souls, and turning thousands of cultivators into blood mist.

"What a strong arm."

Zhao Wuji smiled bitterly. If he didn't have Xiang Yu's head in his hands, how would he dare to covet Xiang Yu's right arm?
I'm afraid that he'll be injured by that domineering fist energy as soon as he makes a move.

Even without the heavy protective arrays of the Yang family's secret realm, no other Golden Core cultivator could possibly seize the King's right arm. If there were any entanglement, Yang Xiong could arrive in an instant, at which point there would likely be no chance of escape.

"Try it!"

Without further hesitation, he took a deep breath, and the phantom image of Xiang Yu's head suddenly appeared on his face, exuding a ferocious and overwhelming aura.

His double pupils gleamed with an eerie light, instantly revealing the weak point in the restriction.

He quickly made hand seals, effortlessly setting up formations, his fingertips flashing with spiritual energy, and soon broke through one restriction after another.

"boom!!"

Xiang Yu's right arm trembled violently, and his five fingers slowly closed like a giant pillar supporting the sky. The golden chains wrapped around it broke inch by inch, making a deafening cracking sound.

The entire arm seemed to awaken an ancient demon god, its domineering aura sweeping in all directions, even distorting the void.

"Who dares to touch the Yang family's most precious treasure?!"

Outside, in the grand hall filled with purple mist, Yang Xiong suddenly opened his eyes, and the hideous scorch mark on his chest and abdomen burst forth with dazzling lightning.

The emerald green spiritual energy of the thousand-year-old Xuanqing bamboo is transforming into strands of life force, repairing his shattered nascent soul body.

If the healing is interrupted at this moment, not only will all previous efforts be wasted, but the patient will also suffer a backlash from the calamity!

"hateful!"

His eyes were bloodshot, and his withered hands gripped the edge of the prayer mat tightly.

His divine sense surged forth like a raging sea, instantly locking onto the direction of the secret realm. Realizing it was merely a Golden Core cultivator's aura, he felt a slight sense of relief. "Get out here for me!"

A primordial spirit attack, solidified to the point of being, tore through the void, transforming into a crimson spear that pierced straight at Zhao Wuji's brow.

Although Yang Xiong was about to recover from his injuries and could not unleash his full power, this attack of his primordial spirit was less than half of its peak strength.

Yet it still tore through the sky like crimson lightning, carrying terrifying power capable of crushing the consciousness of a Golden Core cultivator!
Zhao Wuji had anticipated this, and his finger gestures flashed like lightning.

"Exorcise the spirits!"

The spirit pattern of the exorcism technique bloomed from between his brows, transforming into a dazzling golden ray that soared into the sky, instantly condensing into a canopy-shaped golden barrier outside his consciousness.

Runes flowed across the surface of the barrier, as if thousands of divine phantoms were sitting cross-legged chanting scriptures, protecting the entire Purple Palace as solid as a rock.

"Bang!!"

The crimson primordial spirit crashed into the golden canopy, producing a deafening roar like metal striking metal.

As the air surged, the golden barrier trembled slightly, yet remained as stable as Mount Tai, without even a crack appearing.

"really."

Zhao Wuji felt much more at ease.

This spirit-expelling technique truly lives up to its reputation as a secret earthly technique specifically designed to counter attacks from the primordial spirit.

Combined with the strength of his divine sense cultivated through years of hard work, he could even easily neutralize the impact of a Nascent Soul True Monarch's primordial spirit.

Without any further hesitation, his ten fingers flew like phantoms, and the array formation runes surged like a tide towards the restrictive chains on Xiang Yu's right arm.

With each spiritual rune that entered, several golden chains snapped with a cracking sound, accelerating the disintegration of the last few layers of sealing.
"hateful!!"

Yang Xiong roared and frantically activated his cultivation technique, causing the thousand-year-old Xuanqing bamboo to melt at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Lightning crackled from the scorch marks on his chest and abdomen, contorting his face in pain, yet he still grinned maliciously and muttered to himself, "Once I refine this last bit, I will tear this madman to pieces!!"

According to his divine sense, the other party did not know how he had resisted the impact of his primordial spirit.

But King Nah's right arm had gradually broken free from all the chains.

The entire arm seemed to awaken like an ancient demon god, with dark gold demonic patterns lighting up one after another, and its domineering aura caused the stone walls of the secret place to collapse with a roar!
The void twisted and deformed under the fist, as if it would tear the sky apart at any moment!
"Hahaha! You arrogant fool who doesn't know his own limitations! How dare you unseal the seal on Xiang Yu's right arm!"

Blood trickled from the corner of Yang Xiong's mouth, but his eyes blazed with manic joy.

If the seal on the right arm is broken, even a Nascent Soul True Monarch will have to be on high alert.

He only needs to hold on for another half a quarter of an hour.
"boom!!"

A deafening explosion came from the direction of the secret place. Xiang Yu's right arm's fist energy was like an angry dragon emerging from the sea, leveling everything within a hundred feet!

Xiang Yu swung his right arm violently, shattering the remaining chains, and his fist, accompanied by a fierce wind that tore through the sky, slammed into Zhao Wuji!
"Boom!!"

Before the force of the punch even arrived, the violent pressure had already caused the stone walls of the secret place to crack and the stone bricks on the ground to collapse.

Zhao Wuji's robes fluttered wildly, his hair danced like mad snakes, and his skin was even cut by the fierce fist wind, leaving bloody marks.

At the critical moment, he suddenly made a hand seal, his eyes blazing with power, and shouted: "Xiang Yu's true head, appear!"

"Roar!"

The First Heavenly Chamber suddenly opened up, and Xiang Yu's true head descended like an ancient divine mountain!
As soon as the house-sized head appeared, its jet-black hair danced wildly like thousands of demonic dragons, each strand striking the void with a crackling sound.

His ferocious face was contorted with rage, his eyes wide open, and two blood-red glares, like swords drawn from their sheaths, illuminated the entire secret realm with a blinding crimson light.

"stop!!"

The true leader roared like thunder from the heavens, the sound waves transforming into tangible ripples that swept across all directions.

That earth-shattering punch actually hovered in front of the True Head, its domineering fist energy dissipating like a tide.

The violent aftershocks caused countless fragments of stone to crumble from the surrounding walls, and the entire secret realm trembled violently.

Zhao Wuji's double pupils suddenly gleamed with a sharp light, and at this critical moment, his sleeves billowed like flowing clouds.

The spirit patterns of the Pot Heaven Technique intertwined into a net at the cuff, transforming into a vortex that devoured the heavens and the earth, and ruthlessly absorbed Xiang Yu's still trembling right arm into it!

"You thief! How dare you steal the Yang family's most precious treasure!!"

The instant Xiang Yu's right arm disappeared, Yang Xiong's eyes turned bloodshot, and he let out a deafening roar, his Nascent Soul true power erupting from his body.

He could no longer disregard the fact that his internal injuries were nearing their end and forcibly stopped the treatment.

"puff!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and the charred wounds on his chest and abdomen, which had not yet healed, burst open again. The calamity energy and lightning power raged through his meridians like venomous snakes.

However, Yang Xiong disregarded everything at this moment. His figure was like an angry dragon emerging from the abyss, instantly smashing the dome of the main hall and transforming into a streak of purple-black light that rushed straight towards the secret place.

"boom!"

Just then, a dazzling sword light shot into the sky from the secret place, like a thunderclap piercing the air, tearing through the night with unparalleled speed and rushing away into the distance.

"Where to go!"

Yang Xiong roared, pushing his Nascent Soul True Power to its limit, instantly traversing dozens of miles. However, the sword light mysteriously disappeared into the clouds and vanished without a trace.

His nascent soul and primordial spirit swept across all directions, and his divine sense covered a radius of a hundred miles like a tidal wave, yet he could not detect the slightest trace of his presence.

"Hiding his head and showing his tail!"

Yang Xiong was filled with shock and anger. Just as he was about to use a wide-range spell to force his opponent out, he suddenly saw the clouds move slightly dozens of miles away, and a flash of sword light disappeared.

"Don't leave!!"

He grinned maliciously and chased after the enemy like lightning. However, as soon as he got close, the sword light mysteriously disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds again, a provocation like a mouse playing with a cat.

This was Zhao Wuji simultaneously using the Cloud Summoning Technique, using a sky full of clouds to obscure the trajectory of the sword light, making it as if a fish had entered the sea, impossible to find.

However, he was not simply fleeing, but intentionally leading Yang Xiong to the killing formation he had already laid out.

"Just how much strength does a heavily injured Nascent Soul cultivator still possess? I've come so well prepared today, I'd like to test it out."

Zhao Wuji's eyes were cold, and his fighting spirit rose within him.

His ultimate goal for this trip was to use this opportunity to severely injure or even kill Yang Xiong, thus eliminating any future threat.

Otherwise, he could have simply escaped into the second Heavenly Realm while in the secret place, why go through all this trouble?

At this thought, Zhao Wuji's sword light suddenly flashed in the distant clouds, like a fleeting glimpse of a startled swan, instantly attracting Yang Xiong's angry gaze and pursuit.

"Young man! Leave behind Xiang Yu's arm!"

"boom!!"

Yang Xiong's figure was like an angry dragon emerging from the sea. His powerful Nascent Soul consciousness condensed into a crimson fist pillar, tearing through the sky and fiercely striking towards Zhao Wuji's back.

Before the fist pillar even arrived, the terrifying pressure of the primordial spirit had already distorted the void. Zhao Wuji felt the five core divine senses within his sea of ​​consciousness tremble simultaneously, and his Purple Mansion shook as if struck by lightning.

"Such powerful primordial spirit energy! Much stronger than that attack in the secret realm before."

A sense of foreboding surged through him; if he were to take the blow head-on, he feared he would suffer severe mental and physical damage on the spot.

He immediately and swiftly used his finger techniques to construct multiple dream barriers within his sea of ​​consciousness.

At the same time, the spirit patterns of the exorcism technique flowed, transforming into a dazzling golden light like a canopy to protect the mind and spirit in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"clang!!"

The crimson fist pillar's primordial spirit power collided violently with the golden light barrier, producing a deafening sound like metal clashing.

Zhao Wuji swayed slightly and felt a momentary dizziness, but his primordial spirit defense was surprisingly stable, managing to withstand the angry attack from the Nascent Soul cultivator.

"What? It actually managed to block it?"

Yang Xiong's pupils contracted sharply, his surprise and doubt growing even stronger.

Although he did not use his full strength in this attack, it was enough to severely damage the sea of ​​consciousness of an ordinary Golden Core cultivator, and even tear apart and shatter the core of their divine sense.

The person before him was clearly not at the peak of the Golden Core stage; not only could he withstand the attack head-on, but his aura remained intact as he continued to transform into sword light and flee into the distance.

"Hmph! It's probably some precious primordial spirit defensive magic treasure that can hold it off. I'll see how long you can last!"

Yang Xiong was so angry that he laughed instead, his sleeves fluttering in the wind.

The Yang family's prized "God-Breaking Spear" transformed into a streak of dark light and shot out.

At the same time, three consecutive attacks from the primordial spirit surged forth like raging waves, one higher than the next, determined to crush the thief.

However, Zhao Wuji moved like a ghost, his sword light flashing left and right, sometimes disappearing into the clouds to hide, and sometimes summoning flowing clouds and gales like countless arms to overcome the hard with softness, thus freezing the spear's light.

Every seemingly perilous situation is always cleverly resolved at the last minute.

"Boom boom boom!"

The two chased and fled, and in the blink of an eye, they had already covered more than 600 miles.

Mountains collapsed and rivers dried up along the way, and the aftershocks of the battle tore the clouds to shreds.

Such a terrifying display of power had already alarmed cultivators from all directions. Some gazes swept over from afar, but were frightened away by the terrifying pressure of the Nascent Soul cultivator.

"Fellow Daoist Tiannan, hurry, hurry, come quickly!"

In the valley further away, Xinghe Daoren extended his divine sense to observe the battle situation in the distance, feeling extremely anxious and tense.

As Yang Xiong pursued, he grew increasingly alarmed, his mind rapidly flashing through information about the various Golden Core experts across the Nine Provinces.

To be able to withstand his furious pursuit for so long, to be so obsessed with Xiang Yu's arm, and to have a grudge against his Yang family...
"Zhao Wuji! It's you!!"

He suddenly roared, his voice booming like thunder, causing the clouds within a ten-mile radius to scatter.

At this moment, he finally confirmed the identity of the person in front of him: the number one swordsman of the Qilin Sword Sect who dared to plot against the Wang family five years ago!

Yang Xiong's pupils suddenly contracted, his body abruptly froze, and his nascent soul consciousness swept across the surroundings like a raging torrent.

"Zhao Wuji, the number one swordsman of the Qilin Sword Sect, is Zhao the Madman!!"

A sense of foreboding washed over him, and the tragic scene of Wang Wujiang's death flashed through his mind.

Back then, Wang Wujiang chased after the Wang family in this way, and was then killed by the Sword Lord Wentian!

Could it be that the Qilin Sword Sect is going to use the same old tricks against the Yang family today?

In that split second, Zhao Wuji noticed that Yang Xiong behind him had slowed down his escape speed and immediately guessed the doubts in Yang Xiong's mind.

"We need to give this old dog a little shock! Otherwise, I'm afraid..."

He immediately staggered, and the First Heavenly Space burst open amidst the clouds.

"boom!"

A dark gold arm, like a demon god descending to earth, slammed out with devastating force.

Zhao Wuji pretended to be caught off guard and was hit by a punch. His robe exploded into shreds, blood gushed from his disheveled black hair, and his body flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

"Hahaha! Heaven is on my side! This boy has no chance of controlling the right arm of the Yang family's King Xiang."

Yang Xiong was startled, then overjoyed.

In the distance, Zhao Wuji, despite his severe injuries, trembled as he made a hand seal to summon Xiang Yu's true head.

The ferocious head emerged from the clouds, letting out a deafening roar, forcefully suppressing the raging right arm and once again retracting it into the hidden space of the heavenly realm deep within the clouds.

“He even brought out the true head. He was completely relying on the true head to suppress his right arm, which was also the last gasp of his strength.”

"Once I get close, Xiang Yu's right arm will exert its full force at my command, and this boy will be executed on the spot!"

Yang Xiong was breathing heavily, his greed burning like wildfire.

If he could regain his right arm and the true head, let alone Asking Heaven Sword Lord, even if the sect leader of the Immortal Saint Sect came in person, he would have the confidence to fight!
"Young man! Leave behind this treasure!"

boom! !

His Nascent Soul power erupted, and disregarding any potential ambushes, he transformed into a streak of purple-black light and chased after the enemy. Wherever he passed, the clouds instantly parted, leaving clear, hundred-foot-long trails.

"That old dog is indeed greedy."

Seeing that he had indeed fallen for the trick, Zhao Wuji couldn't help but praise his own acting skills.

In that 'disheveled escape' just now, he had perfectly controlled every fluctuation of spiritual energy, even the timing of spitting blood was spot on.

Overjoyed, he quickly fled to the valley hundreds of miles away where a killing formation had been set up.

In the valley, Xinghe Daoist was anxiously watching the battle outside. Seeing Zhao Wuji's sword light overcome numerous obstacles but still stubbornly resisting, he quickly arrived and breathed a sigh of relief, feeling much more at ease.

"Fellow Daoist Tiannan is indeed formidable! This time, I'll go crazy with him and let these younger generation know that even we old bones, nearing the end of our lives, are not to be underestimated!"

(End of this chapter)