The improved female villains regained their memories.

Who are you calling a black devil?

The shouting and cursing continued incessantly.

Jiu Bahuang was very agitated, but now was not the time to argue with these little ants; instead, he kept a close eye on Yang Pingsheng.

Sword Soul's heart is about to break; that guy doesn't have much time left.

Just as Jiu Ba Huang said, Yang Pingsheng doesn't have much time left.

Sword Soul Heart was about to collapse, and his own body was also seriously injured. However, there were still two protagonists in front of him. If he got too close, the two would turn around and stop him without hesitation.

not much hope.

“Little Bell is right. The current situation is in our favor; a chaotic battle would be detrimental.” A cold glint flashed in Jiu Ba Huang’s eyes.

It suddenly roared, "Don't rush! As long as the Sword Soul Heart is destroyed, that will be our victory! Don't be affected by the Sword Soul Heart, conserve your strength, and stop the human chess pieces!!"

Its roar jolted Du Wanli awake, and he and Mu Xiaobai instantly regained their clarity from the influence of the sword spirit.

Yeah, why would they go to so much trouble to fight for the Sword Soul Heart?

Previously, the goal was to win over or destroy the Sword Soul Heart before the human chess pieces could. Now that the Sword Soul Heart is on the verge of self-collapse, what is there left for them to fight over?

Du Wanli and Mu Xiaobai exchanged a glance, and Mu Xiaobai decisively said, "You go and try to make the sword soul submit, and I'll help you stop it."

They chose the safest approach: one person attempted to reclaim the sword spirit's heart, while the other blocked the human chess piece.

They currently have the numerical advantage, so let's try both methods.

Yang Ping was panting heavily, and the sound of the Nine Eight Desolations allowed him to briefly escape the interference of the Sword Soul Heart and resume his climb.

Mu Xiaobai, who had stopped, and Yang Pingsheng, who was climbing, soon caught up with each other.

Su Murong saw this and was anxious. He cursed, "Shameless woman, what kind of nonsense is this, blocking the way?"

No one paid any attention to her. Now that the moment had come, everyone's eyes were fixed on the mountainside.

"Sorry." Seeing Yang Pingsheng approaching, Mu Xiaobai said in a low voice, releasing one hand from the cliff and swiftly striking Yang Pingsheng's face.

boom.

"Ah, shameless woman, how dare you hit my doctor!" Su Murong roared angrily.

Mu Xiaobai punched Yang Pingsheng's mask, but the sensation transmitted back through her fist made her feel as if she had hit a small mountain.

"?"

She looked down in surprise and saw Yang Pingsheng's face clearly reflected in her pupils through the shattered mask.

With a faint roar emanating from his damaged throat, Yang Pingsheng gripped the cliff face tightly with one hand, while his other hand was unable to be raised due to a shoulder injury. So he simply rammed his head into Mu Xiaobai.

Mu Xiaobai was startled and dodged to the side, the exposed cliff face being dented by Yang Ping's forceful smash.

She was terrified, having never seen such a fearless fighting style before, but after regaining her composure, she took advantage of the swaying motion and kicked back.

Yang Pingsheng dodged slightly, then grabbed Mu Xiaobai's leg under his armpit, tilted his head back, and slammed down hard again.

I'm afraid of getting it wiped.

Without spiritual energy to protect his body, it meant that his physical body was just a physical body. Mu Xiaobai screamed and felt a sharp pain in his right leg.

But she was also a ruthless person. Despite the pain, she kicked Yang Pingsheng in the face with her other foot.

The two immortals, abandoning all elegance, wrestled together on the cliff.

Everyone was astonished; such an inelegant fighting style was something they had never seen from an immortal before.

"Look, that person is about to touch the Sword Soul Heart!" Bai Lingling shouted.

Everyone was stunned. Sure enough, Du Wanli had already reached the peak and was about to come into contact with the Sword Soul Heart.

"We lost..."

"Did the Guardian Heaven Sect ultimately win?"

"There is no hope."

The three immortals were dejected.

Xu Baxian watched silently, his eyes calm, lost in thought.

Su Murong was so angry that he couldn't move, so he could only use all his cursing skills to insult Du Wanli's ancestors.

"We won, Little Bell, you don't need to worry anymore. Heaven is still on our side, and we are the final victors!" Jiu Bahuang was radiant, feeling exhilarated and full of pride.

The sword light erupted, and the sword spirit made its final struggle.

"I am the one who obtained the Sword Soul Heart!!" Du Wanli roared, reaching out his hand towards the radiant stone embryo. "No matter what you are, submit to me!"

Yang Pingsheng and Mu Xiaobai were already fighting, both of them covered in wounds and panting heavily. Mu Xiaobai pressed down on Yang Pingsheng's head and said to him, "We won. Stop struggling. You will never get the Sword Soul Heart!"

Yang Pingsheng remained silent, struggling and beating Mu Xiaobai with all his might.

"Won."

"The Heavenly Guardian Sect has won."

"Although I don't know what the Fourth Prince was planning, it seems he failed."

In the imperial court, people whispered among themselves.

Then, they were taken aback.

Not only them, but all the immortals present were also stunned.

The light of the Sword Soul Heart disappeared.

The rain of swords, the flash of swords—everything vanished.

Du Wanli held the dull stone blank, somewhat stunned: "The Sword Soul Heart... is destroyed?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire secret realm collapsed completely, and endless spiritual energy surged into the air once again.

Du Wanli released his grip and discovered that he could fly using his inner energy and stand upright in the air.

He can use spiritual energy now!!

"Quick, Ninth Brother!!" Just then, Ling Tiandu rang in Jiu Bahuang's mind: "The Sword Soul Heart is destroyed, the great formation has collapsed, you can use your spiritual energy now. Quickly go and call on the protagonist to kill the Human Pawn Yang Pingsheng, otherwise we'll be in big trouble!"

"clear."

Jiu Ba Huang laughed heartily, dispelling the golden light first, and flew into the air, shouting loudly: "Heaven has decreed that the murderous chess player Yang Pingsheng be executed!!"

Its voice carried a demonic aura, and for a moment it resounded throughout the entire Tianren Mountain.

The three royal attendants reacted and subconsciously looked at Xu Baxian.

Xu Baxian was also yelling, "Stop them!!"

Upon receiving the order, the three immortals immediately used their abilities to block the Nine Eight Desolations.

Jiu Ba Huang laughed heartily, and instead of fighting the three immortals head-on, he turned around and attacked Su Murong.

Su Murong was startled and immediately shouted, "Wow, the popularity is high..."

"You're a fucking idiot!!"

It swung its iron fist, unleashing countless gusts of wind, determined to torture Su Murong to death.

The white tiger roared and revealed its true form to stand in front of Su Murong, taking the full force of the hundred or so punches.

Su Murong was slightly taken aback: "White Tiger..."

"Die, all of you!!"

The Nine-Eight Desolations unleashed true fire, and the terrifying flames instantly engulfed the White Tiger and Su Murong.

The three immortals attacked again, but Jiu Ba Huang displayed his divine power. After spitting fire and engulfing Bai Hu and Su Murong, he turned around and forced the three immortals to retreat repeatedly.

On the cliff, Mu Xiaobai and Du Wanli, who were able to use their spiritual energy again, immediately attacked Yang Pingsheng.

One threw flying knives repeatedly, while the other flew on a sword, summoning the Heavenly Light Thunder Dragon. The two joined forces, and their killing moves simultaneously struck Yang Pingsheng.

However, the thick earth elemental energy surrounding him blocked these attacks.

Du Wanli broke out in a cold sweat: "What kind of immortal artifact is this guy? Why does it feel like I can't even hurt him?"

Mu Xiaobai gripped the sword hilt and replied, "Then let's increase the power of our killing move!"

The two unleashed their deadly attacks simultaneously, and Yang Pingsheng was knocked so hard he was huddled there, unable to move.

Song Qihao wanted to go and help, but was firmly blocked by the Qilin clone.

Qing Tian regained his senses and was happy to see Song Qihao, but was immediately beaten so badly that he couldn't lift his head.

Song Qihao smiled bitterly and helplessly: "If we didn't have a backup plan, we would probably all be dead here today. Oh well, we can only trust the wisdom of future generations."

But the next second, his expression changed drastically.

A voice echoed from the abyss.

"The God of Wine is invincible!!!"

A rich aroma of wine wafted through the air, and a passage formed by spiritual energy stretched out from the abyss, through which two figures raced at high speed.

"This aura... it's that of a true immortal!!" Hong Lingyi's expression changed drastically.

"Sister Bulian, you're all alright!?" Mu Xiaobai exclaimed happily.

Seeing that the God of Wine and Tian Bulian were rushing over, Jiu Ba Huang admired Ling Tian Du's deductive abilities and shouted even more arrogantly at Xu Ba Xian and the others, "Surrender, you have no ability to resist."

In the end, the Guardian Heaven Sect won this battle.

The God of Wine glanced at Tian Bulian beside him and smiled: "Boss Tian, ​​you owe me a favor."

"Hehe, no problem." Tian Bulian said with a smile, "After we go back, you can choose any jar of my fine wine."

"Haha, Boss Tian is such a straightforward person."

The God of Wine laughed loudly, then flew into the air and looked at the situation on the scene. He grinned maliciously and said, "Then next, we need to deal with these people, kill the human chess piece, and complete the mission. Otherwise, it wouldn't be good to make Xiaoling cry."

After saying that, he looked at Yang Pingsheng, who was beaten and unable to move on the cliff, and locked onto him with endless killing intent.

Yang Pingsheng sensed the murderous intent, and for a moment, the hair on his body stood on end.

"Is this the desperate situation Song Panning spoke of?"

Yang Pingsheng suppressed his fear and thought to himself.