Only after becoming emperor did he realize he was in a fantasy world of immortal cultivation.

After dodging, Ji Lin was not to be outdone and immediately returned the favor with a wind blade.

Upon seeing this, Gong Wuchen flashed away, his wind blade heading straight backward.

The Shenwu Army heard several loud bangs as another wall of the Dan Palace collapsed.

Immediately afterwards, Ji Lin unleashed a continuous barrage of wind blades, each blade carrying boundless killing intent.

Taking advantage of this moment, Ji Lin played his flute again, and dozens or even hundreds of red spider lilies sprouted from beneath Ji Lin's feet, instantly staining the space between the two of them red.

Based on his previous battle with Ji Lin, Lin Ye clearly understood that Ji Lin was now preparing to use "Return to the Other Shore".

On the other side, Gong Wuchen had already dealt with all the wind blades.

Looking at the sea of ​​flowers blocking his way, Gong Wuchen immediately prepared to draw his sword.

Ji Lin naturally wouldn't give Gong Wuchen that chance. The flute music suddenly changed, and countless sonic blades swept across the sea of ​​flowers.

Gong Wuchen stood against the wind, his gaze as calm as still water as he looked at the sonic blades that were cutting through his vision.

At this moment, everything in everyone's sight was noisy, yet everything also came to a standstill with Gong Wuchen's stillness.

And so, in a fleeting moment, everyone's gaze shifted.

At the edge of the field of vision, Gong Wuchen leaped into the air, his sword energy bursting forth and splitting into several beams of light, each strike shattering the unstoppable sonic blade into pieces.

But this was not the end. A huge, red spider lily, as bright as the blazing sun, had already reached the top of Gong Wuchen's head.

As someone who had recently been dealt with by Ji Lin using this move, Lin Ye could tell at a glance that the power of the Manjusaka flower released by Ji Lin this time was stronger than before.

Moreover... it's not just a little bit strong.

Ji Lin's gaze, like everyone else's, was now fixed on his "masterpiece"—this time, the red spider lily had absorbed more than twice the spiritual energy as before...

Gong Wuchen, it's time for you to return to the other shore.

In an instant, everyone's attention was focused on the flower and the person.

As flowers and people grow closer together.

Apart from Lin Ye and Ji Lin, everyone else unconsciously tightened their gazes.

Just then, Gong Wuchen moved his sword-wielding hand.

The sword rises and falls.

Then the sword rose and fell again.

Two swords in total.

With a single swing of his sword, he struck the crimson-scented red spider lilies, and in the blink of an eye, the flowers fell to earth, leaving no trace like water flowing by.

A sword was swung towards Ji Lin.

Comparing the two sword strikes, it seems that the first strike was a preparation for the second.

"Dead?" Wu Qing rubbed his eyes, his tone unusually blank.

Zhao Fei, standing to the side, stared at Ji Lin lying motionless on the ground, blood splattered everywhere. After a long while, he finally replied, "Dead."

Although he didn't even sense the sword's force, the opponent had clearly died after being struck by that invisible sword.

Lin Ye's gaze lingered on Ji Lin's open eyes, and his thoughts drifted away.

That sword strike was invisible to the naked eye, and its force was completely imperceptible. If he were to face it...

Just then, he saw Gong Wuchen slowly walking towards him with his sword in hand.

The moonlight, like a veil, gently enveloped Gong Wuchen, who was dressed in white, adding to his ethereal appearance.

If Lin Ye hadn't seen the chilling murderous intent in his eyes, he might have thought this person was there to help him achieve immortality.

"Lin Ye, your life is in danger," Gong Wuchen said, raising his sword and then bringing it down.

Then he said, "I accept it."

"His Majesty--"

"Protect the Emperor—"

Zhao Fei led the Divine Martial Army at breakneck speed, but as soon as they got close to Gong Wuchen's sword strike, they were struck in the chest as if by a heavy blow, and each of them fell to the ground helplessly like leaves in the wind.

At this point, Gong Wuchen's sword strikes continued forward with unstoppable momentum.