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Upon hearing this, Kui Yuan merely gave a cold laugh.

He is now at the peak of the Heavenly Supreme, and is qualified to look down on everyone present.

Even Song Tiange would need to avoid his own sharp edge here!

"A fight to the death?"

He spoke casually, his tone full of disdain.

"Xuanzhen, you overestimate yourself. You can't even withstand thirty percent of my strength. What makes you think you can fight me?"

As he spoke, he pointed to the disciples below, who were covered in blood.

"Your disciples do have some backbone, but unfortunately... no matter how good the backbone is, it's nothing more than the last struggle of ants in the face of absolute power."

Zheng Yuan stood beside him, hands behind his back, his expression calm and arrogant, and simply replied with a few words.

"If the Primordial Holy Palace had been wise enough to submit long ago, it wouldn't have come to this. The current situation is the result of your own choices."

He paused, his gaze falling on Ye Wushuang with a hint of scrutiny and indifference.

"Palace Master Ye, I am grateful for your hard work in cultivation. If you are willing to hand over all the resources and cultivation techniques of the Primordial Holy Palace, I can spare your lives."

Ye Wushuang did not answer, but simply raised the cracked longsword in his hand, the tip of which pointed directly at Zheng Yuan.

The gesture of this sword strike was her entire response.

Sitting in his wheelchair, Zheng Hao couldn't help but let out a sharp laugh upon seeing this scene.

"Hahaha! See that?! This is the Palace Master of the Primordial Holy Palace! Even at this point, he's still putting on a brave face!"

He laughed so hard his whole body trembled, pointing at Ye Wushuang's cold, blood-stained face, his eyes surging with an almost morbid excitement and hatred.

"Ye Wushuang! Weren't you so powerful back then? Weren't you protecting that bitch Ye Niannu? And now? Where is your backer? Where is that old bastard Wang Long?"

He became more and more agitated as he spoke, gripping the armrests of his wheelchair so tightly they made a cracking sound.

"Don't worry! Once your Primordial Holy Palace is completely destroyed, that bitch Ye Niannu will be made to wish she were dead! As for you..."

He licked his lips, his eyes filled with lewdness and malice.

"Although you're a bit older, you're still quite attractive. This young master wouldn't mind giving you a good lesson, letting you taste what it's like to be trampled underfoot!"

Before he finished speaking, a sharp sword light suddenly shot out from the center of the square, carrying a bone-chilling coldness, and went straight for Zheng Hao's face!

Wherever the sword light passed, even the air was condensed into a thin layer of frost.

Ye Wushuang did not hesitate at all and made a decisive move.

She used all her strength in that sword strike.

She was powerless to resist Kui Yuan, a peak Heavenly Sovereign, and killing a useless Supreme Realm expert was still a piece of cake for her.

Zheng Hao's smile froze. His pupils reflected the approaching sword light, and he didn't even have time to dodge.

"what!"

Zheng Hao screamed in terror.

boom!

A dark palm shadow descended from the sky, precisely blocking the sword light and shattering it in mid-air.

The shattered ice crystals scattered and landed on Zheng Hao's face, leaving several small bloody marks.

"Hoo hoo~"

Zheng Hao was so scared that he wet his pants. If he had been any slower, he would have lost his life.

Zheng Yuan withdrew his hand, looked down at Ye Wushuang, and his expression darkened.

"Palace Master Ye, you dare to harm my son right in front of me? Do you think I won't kill you?"

Ye Wushuang did not answer, but simply gripped the hilt of her sword tightly.

Zheng Hao came to his senses, looked down and touched the bloodstains on his face. He was stunned for a moment, then flew into a rage.

"You dare kill me, Ye Wushuang?! Once I capture you, I will definitely..."

"That's enough!"

Kui Yuan spoke calmly, his voice not loud, yet it suppressed Zheng Hao's roar.

He glanced down at the disciples of the Primordial Holy Palace who were still struggling below, then looked at Ye Wushuang and Xuanzhen Daoist's faces full of resentment, his tone tinged with boredom and weariness.

"I have no interest in wasting my time with you all."

He slowly raised his right hand, palm down, fingers slightly spread.

A thick, almost tangible black mist surged from his palm, condensing in the air into a gigantic black hand that blotted out the sky and pressed down on the dilapidated main hall below.

"Since you all don't know what's good for you, then you might as well all die!"

The black palm descended, carrying the terrifying pressure of a late-stage Heavenly Sovereign. Wherever it passed, the air was compressed to the point of bursting, and the bluestone slabs on the ground cracked inch by inch.

Xuanzhen Daoist suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with determination.

"All disciples, listen to my command! Form the battle formation!"

"Elder! Join me in facing the enemy!"

Before he finished speaking, his figure soared into the sky, his spiritual power bursting forth as if burning, transforming into a grayish-blue pillar of light that crashed into the giant black hand.

Covered in blood, Xu Ming staggered to his feet, formed hand seals, and poured all his remaining strength into the defensive line.

"I will live and die with the Holy Palace!"

The other elders also burned their life essence, gathering all their spiritual power into a shaky barrier to block the young disciples.

Their figures appeared so small and fragile in the shadow of the giant black hand.

But not a single person retreated.

The disciples roared in unison, their voices echoing through the heavens.

"To live or die with the Holy Palace!"

"It's like an ant trying to shake a tree!"

Kui Yuan's body surged with terrifying spiritual power, and he used all his strength.

Ye Wushuang also did her best to defend.

Just as the giant black hand was about to fall, a golden streak of light suddenly appeared in the sky.

The streak of light arrived with incredible speed, like a sharp blade descending from the sky, striking the giant black hand precisely before it even touched the heads of the disciples of the Primordial Holy Palace.

The golden light collided with the black mist in mid-air, producing a deep, thunderous roar.

The two forces intertwined and tore at each other, causing the ground to tremble violently. Waves of air swept outwards in all directions, scattering the broken flags and rubble around them.

The giant black hand was forcefully held back.

Kui Yuan's pupils contracted slightly, and a crack finally appeared on his composed face.

"Who goes there?!"

He suddenly raised his head, his gaze passing over the surging golden light and landing on the golden figure rushing towards him in the sky.

All eyes turned to that direction.

In the darkness of night, a golden figure, obscuring the sky, swooped down from the heavens, its golden wings gleaming with a cold metallic luster under the moonlight.

Above that figure, two figures stood side by side.

Wang Long and Ye Niannu leaped down from mid-air and landed on the ground one after the other.

The moment Wang Long landed, he raised his hand and unleashed nine golden sword lights from the Heavenly Gang Sword Box, which swirled and intertwined around him, producing a clear and melodious sword cry.

He stood in front of the disciples of the Primordial Holy Palace, his back to the young faces covered in blood, his gaze fixed on the enormous black hand, his tone calm yet cold.

"Want to touch the Primordial Holy Palace? Ask me first if I agree."

Behind him, Ye Niannu had already rushed towards Ye Wushuang's direction, her voice full of anxiety and worry.

"Master! Are you alright?!"

Ye Wushuang looked at her, the corners of her mouth curved slightly, and then she returned to her aloof expression.

"It's alright."

As she spoke, her gaze passed over Ye Niannu's shoulder and landed on Wang Long's straight back.

At that moment, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Wang Long has already used his second Heavenly Supreme Experience Card, and now his aura is the same as Kui Yuan's.

It's also the peak of the Supreme Realm!