The spiritual energy was restored, and he became a mortal immortal in two days.

Wu Minghuang groaned, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

But she did not collapse.

Instead, using the force of the arrow's impact, she retreated rapidly, instantly closing the distance between herself and Wu Mingyue!

"What?!"

Wu Mingyue was shocked and tried to nock another arrow, but it was too late.

Wu Minghuang's hand gripped his throat.

"Second Imperial Brother."

She coughed up blood, but her voice was eerily calm: "This claw strike is for Mother."

Apply force with all five fingers.

Click.

The throat bone was fractured.

Wu Mingyue's eyes widened, his hands flailing helplessly before finally falling limply to his sides.

The third prince died.

From the moment Wu Minghuang made her move until now, only ten breaths have passed.

All three princes perished.

The remaining soldiers were terrified and began to flee.

But Wu Minghuang did not pursue.

She stood there, pulling the arrows from her chest. With each arrow she pulled out, she spat out a mouthful of blood.

When all three arrows were pulled out, the ground beneath her feet was already stained red with blood.

"Soul-Locking Powder... Soul-Eating Poison..."

She looked at the eerie blue light on the arrow and smiled, "Second brother, you really are well-prepared."

The toxins started to take effect.

She felt her true energy rapidly dissipating, her soul feeling as if it were being devoured by thousands of poisonous insects, the intense pain almost causing her to faint.

But she gritted her teeth and didn't collapse.

Because there are still two people who haven't been killed.

Wu Mingyuan, and Yin Jiuyou.

"Third Sister."

Wu Mingyuan finally made a move.

He jumped off the black-scaled beast and walked step by step toward Wu Minghuang. With each step, his aura grew stronger.

The overwhelming pressure of a peak Golden Core cultivator erupted, condensing into a black mountain phantom hundreds of feet tall behind him.

That's the mark of the Prison Suppressing Demon Art reaching its peak – Prison Suppressing Demon Mountain!

"I admit, I underestimated you."

Wu Mingyuan stopped ten feet away from Wu Minghuang, his eyes filled with complex emotions. "In just half a year, you have grown to this extent."

Wu Minghuang wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and struggled to stand up straight: "Elder brother, is there any point in saying this now?"

"have."

Wu Mingyuan nodded, "By killing the second, fourth, and fifth brothers, you've cleared all the obstacles for me."

"Now, if I kill you, the throne will be mine!"

He paused, a glint of greed flashing in his eyes:

"Moreover, your Heavenly Phoenix Body, your Nirvana Secret... all of these will be mine."

Wu Minghuang laughed: "You think you've already won?"

"Otherwise what?"

Wu Mingyuan opened his arms and said, "You have been poisoned by the Soul-Locking Powder and the Soul-Eating Poison. Your true energy has collapsed and your soul has been damaged. You can't even stand up straight."

"And I am in perfect condition, with a cultivation level a whole realm higher than yours. What do you have to fight me with?"

He was telling the truth.

Wu Minghuang is indeed at the point of exhaustion.

But she didn't panic.

Because she remembered what Chen Xiang had said.

Go out and fight them.

Fight them until they're on the verge of death, and then they survive.

Near death......

She should be considered to be on the verge of death now, right?

"Eldest brother."

She said softly, "You know, the phoenix is ​​powerful not because of its flames, nor because of its speed—"

She raised her head, her eyes blazing with crimson-gold flames:

"It's because it never fears death."

The moment she finished speaking, she formed a hand seal.

It is not any of the Nine Strikes of the Heavenly Phoenix, but a hand seal that has never appeared before, and is even more ancient and obscure.

The last three gems on the Tianfeng Crown exploded simultaneously!

boom!

Crimson-gold flames erupted from her body, engulfing her entirely.

From within the flames came her screams of extreme pain, yet within those screams lingered a hint of relief.

"This is......."

Wu Mingyuan's expression changed drastically. "Nirvana?! She wants to undergo Nirvana?!"

He tried to stop it, but it was too late.

Flames shot into the sky, transforming into a pillar of fire hundreds of feet high.

Within the pillar of fire, a phoenix silhouette slowly took shape, raising its head and letting out a long cry.

The sound of its cry could be heard for miles around.

Everyone who heard this cry felt a surge of inexplicable awe.

That is a bloodline-based submission to the king of birds.

The pillar of fire lasted for ten breaths.

Ten breaths later, the flames slowly subsided.

A figure emerged from the flames.

It's still Wu Minghuang.

But things are different now.

All her wounds had disappeared, and her skin was as white as jade, with a faint reddish-gold luster.

The phoenix mark between the eyebrows has transformed into a complete phoenix totem, extending from the brow to the temples, majestic and sacred.

Her aura—

Early stage of Golden Elixir.

No, it's not an ordinary Golden Elixir.

At her dantian, a crimson-golden golden pill slowly rotated, its surface adorned with nine phoenix patterns—the Heavenly Phoenix Golden Pill!

Wu Minghuang opened her eyes.

Those eyes, one a deep gold, the other pitch black, seemed to hold the secrets of yin and yang, the cycle of reincarnation.

"Now."

She looked at Wu Mingyuan and said calmly, "It's my turn."

Wu Mingyuan felt a chill run down his spine.

He sensed a deadly danger emanating from his third sister.

"Playing tricks!"

He roared, his hands forming a seal, and the illusory image of the Demon Suppressing Mountain behind him solidified three times, pressing down on Wu Minghuang!

"Prison Suppressing Demonic Art, Suppressing Prison Across Ten Thousand Mountains!"

The massive mountain, hundreds of feet high, pressed down, causing the air to explode with an unbearable roar.

He had used all his strength in this attack, even burning his life essence.

Because he knew that if he didn't fight desperately, he would be the one to die.

Wu Minghuang looked up at the descending demonic mountain, her eyes devoid of emotion.

She simply raised her right hand slowly, spread her five fingers, and gently clenched them towards the phantom of the Demon Mountain.

"Heavenly Phoenix Nine Strikes, Ninth Form!"

Her voice was soft, yet it seemed to carry divine authority:

"The Phoenix Dances in the Nine Heavens".

boom!

Nine phoenix phantoms flew out of her body, each ten feet in size, with feathers like swords and flames like the sea.

Nine phoenixes soared and danced in the air, and wherever they passed, the phantom of the Demon Mountain crumbled inch by inch.

It's not about destroying, it's about assimilating.

The phoenix flames burned away all the demonic energy in the phantom of the Demon Mountain, then transformed it into pure spiritual energy of heaven and earth, which was then fed back to Wu Minghuang.

Wu Mingyuan coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face turning deathly pale.

His Demon-Suppressing Mountain was breached.

And it was broken in a way that he couldn't understand at all.

That wasn't about overwhelming strength; it was about restraint in essence.

"impossible......."

He murmured, "You're clearly only at the early stage of the Golden Core realm..."

"Level of attainment does not represent everything."

Wu Minghuang stepped forward and appeared before him. "Eldest brother, you cultivate demonic arts, proving your path through killing and nourishing your soul with blood. There is nothing inherently wrong with that..."

Her hand was placed on Wu Mingyuan's chest:

"The mistake was that among the people you killed were people you shouldn't have killed."

puff.

Exert force from the palm.

Wu Mingyuan's chest did not collapse, but his eyes instantly lost focus.

Because this palm strike shattered not his heart, but his demonic infant, the demonic nascent soul formed by the Prison Suppression Demon Art, which was equivalent to a golden core.

The demonic infant shattered, and its cultivation was destroyed.

Wu Mingyuan collapsed to the ground, like a rag doll.

She got up and stopped looking at him.

Instead, he looked up at the dark cloud in the sky:

"Imperial Advisor, you've been watching for so long, shouldn't you come out now?"

As Wu Minghuang finished speaking, the valley fell into a brief silence.

The dark clouds slowly dissipated.

Yin Jiuyou sat cross-legged on the black clouds, a strange smile appearing on his withered face.