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Xue Beibei's figure appeared strikingly different at this moment. She had shed her previous innocent and lovable demeanor, and her small face now radiated a chilling aura that evoked involuntary awe in those around her.
As the Divine Spear slowly materialized in her hand, an indescribable pressure emanating from the Emperor Weapon spread throughout the area, heavy as a mountain. This pressure seemed capable of penetrating the shackles of time and space, striking at the deepest fears within people's hearts.
Under the overwhelming force of the Emperor Weapon, members of the Zhang Family and Xue Family felt utterly powerless, as if their own cultivation had been completely stripped away in that instant. Xue Beibei had just awakened her innate abilities, and with her King-level second-tier cultivation, she needed to pay a tremendous price to wield this accompanying Emperor Weapon. The power of the Emperor Weapon was so formidable that she struggled to fully control it at that moment.
However, as the master of the accompanying Emperor Weapon, Xue Beibei could only barely steady her mind, preventing this power from spiraling out of control. Yet, this meant she could not unleash the true might of the Emperor Weapon.
Zhang Yi's pupils suddenly constricted, his voice laced with disbelief and shock: "It’s actually an Emperor Weapon!"
So it was you who stirred the anomalies of heaven and earth! His gaze fell upon Xue Beibei, filled with complexity and astonishment.
Upon hearing this, Xue Qingyu finally relaxed slightly from her tense demeanor. She turned to Zhang Yi and said, "Since you know the truth now, you cannot be allowed to leave."
With that, her aura surged dramatically, a resolute killing intent spreading through the air. In an instant, both sides were once again engulfed in fierce combat.
Blades flashed and spells flew; the battlefield seemed shrouded in endless flames and ice, thick with the scent of death. At that moment, Xue Beibei also joined the fray wielding the Emperor Weapon.
Her figure darted across the battlefield; each swing of the Emperor Weapon was accompanied by earth-shattering roars, as if she could tear apart space itself and shatter all existence. Under Xue Beibei's onslaught with the Emperor Weapon, members of the Zhang Family crumbled like fragile ants, easily slaughtered.
Her overwhelming strength left everyone in shock, turning the tide of battle in an instant. Deep within the secret realm stood an Illusory Figure, leisurely observing with a playful smile curling at its lips:
An accompanying Emperor Weapon—this is becoming increasingly interesting. It seems that little one has found a worthy opponent! If Lu Tianming were present, he would surely recognize this figure as Yin Tianzi.
On the battlefield, Zhang Yi's gaze was as sharp as that of a hawk. He sensed that the situation had quietly turned against him, and a nameless terror surged within his heart.
He immediately turned to flee, but Xue Beibei would not let him escape so easily. Gripping the Divine Spear tightly in her hand, she hurled it with a chilling force aimed directly at Zhang Yi's back.
This strike contained all of Xue Beibei's strength; if it hit, Zhang Yi would likely face certain death. In this life-and-death moment, a flicker of determination flashed in Zhang Yi's eyes.
At that instant, an ancient and mysterious scroll suddenly appeared in his hand. The scroll shimmered with golden light, and a Zhen Zi materialized before him.
As Zhang Yi focused his thoughts, the Zhen Zi seemed to come alive, unleashing an unparalleled aura of power. This overwhelming pressure instantly rendered Xue Beibei's Divine Spear ineffective, halting its advance.
Zhang Yi felt a mix of relief and pain in his heart. This ancient scroll was a gift from his Ancestor Ye, containing the will of Zhun Di; it was his last resort for survival.
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