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In front of them lay a scene of overwhelming encirclement. Gu Si and the others exchanged a knowing smile; they had anticipated such a situation. The number of people appearing from the Bu Luo was noticeably greater than before.
Coughing, Liu Lao Jiu stepped forward, pointing at each person with a finger. He declared that the eastern side of Transcendence was his, and no one was allowed to contest it.
Clap, clap, clap.
Beside him, Gu and Pei Shigui clapped continuously, seemingly impressed by Liu Lao Jiu's imposing presence. Little Monk scratched his head in confusion.
Wasn't there supposed to be no one from Transcendence?
Cough, cough, cough.
Liu Lao Jiu kept twitching his lips and coughing incessantly, while the approaching Nine Nether Cultivators looked at his somewhat deranged behavior with bewilderment.
The leader of the Low Luo Imperial Sect, Combined Cultivator Wei Chongqing, cautiously observed the four who were chatting and laughing. They certainly did not appear to be trapped; instead, they seemed like tourists enjoying a leisurely outing. Had they been prepared all along?
"Elder, should we proceed?" asked a nearby Transcendent Practitioner, but before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Elder Wei's sharp gesture.
They were not in a hurry; they were more anxious than their opponents. He couldn't believe that they would just watch as those inside faced death. Otherwise, why would they dare to venture into such perilous territory?
But if they knew there was a trap and still chose to enter, could it be that there was an even greater force behind those lives at stake?
Shouldn't it just be the four people in front of them? Was it all just bluster?
At that moment, Elder Wei analyzed Yan Dong's situation layer by layer. After a while, he suddenly felt that he was wasting time; in such circumstances, wasn't a confrontation inevitable?
Looking at those few people, it seemed clear that there were barriers in place—was there really a trap?
Hmm...
Elder Wei shook his head and finally made up his mind. He decided not to dwell on unnecessary thoughts. With Dongming clearly holding the advantage, why overthink? It was better to act quickly.
No survivors left behind.
Seeing the approaching Nine Nether Cultivators, Gu Si and the others finally put away their playful demeanor and assumed a serious stance, ready for battle.
"Pei Brother, let's begin."
Here they come.
Pei Shigui looked disdainfully at the more than thirty Nine Nether Cultivators. Gripping the King’s Sword tightly with his right leg, he raised it high, and a magnificent light surged into the sky, illuminating the entire expanse. The ancient Heavenly Palace once again radiated its rightful brilliance, its imposing grandeur making it difficult to gaze upon.
"My Kingdom," he declared, "as your king, you traitors are all beneath me."
A thunderous voice erupted from Pei Shigui's mouth, and all the Nine Nether Cultivators who had rushed into the vicinity of the Heavenly Palace were astonished to find their realms had plummeted by an entire major tier.
Transcendence had become Nascent Soul, Refining Spirit had turned into Transcendence, and Fusion had dropped to Refining Spirit.
In an instant, their once overwhelming momentum dissipated, and they sought to retreat from the Heavenly Palace's range before confronting those few individuals again.
Bu Luo would not grant them such an opportunity. Even if they had experienced fewer battles, Minghong was not one to miss a chance. He immediately activated the Celestial Sacred Body, a secret technique that had advanced from Radiant Body during their previous battle, directly elevating him from Transcendence Realm to Refining Spirit.
Comparing the two sides now, Elder Wei suddenly realized that his original advantage in realm had vanished entirely; they were outnumbered.
He couldn't believe it. They had spent years honing their skills at this level; how could they possibly lose to a few young brats?
Seeing Mistake show no signs of retreat, Pei Shigui's face revealed a mocking smile.
When one is indecisive, they only invite chaos upon themselves.
The one leading the charge must have a pig's brain. At first hesitant and unwilling to advance, now both sides faced a sudden shift in circumstances, making him feel confident of victory.
Let’s see how these youngsters fare against our group of old men—who truly holds the upper hand?
Pei Shigui chuckled coldly in his heart. With the King’s Sword in hand, he actively engaged the first few enemies rushing forward, closely followed by Liu Lao Jiu.
As for Gu...
Pei Shigui swallowed hard. In just one exchange, those Nine Nether Cultivators who had fallen from Transcendence to Nascent Soul Realm were dispatched by Bei Qin with a single strike of the Overlord Sword, taking down three of them.
As the sword's momentum waned, Ba directed his strike towards the elder of the Integration Stage, the most powerful among them.
He summoned the Underworld River, a force that no celestial being could cross. "What can you do about it?" he challenged.
Seeing one of them conjure the Underworld River to dissipate his sword's power, Gu raised an eyebrow. Why did these people always feel the need to announce their techniques? It was as if they feared he wouldn't recognize them. It had been years since he had engaged in such sparring.
With that thought in mind, he unleashed another sword strike without hesitation.
The few Nine Nether Elders who were preparing to defend themselves activated their Protective Spirit Energy. As they began to cast their Spell, they suddenly realized that his sword was not aimed at them but rather at another battlefield not far away.
It dawned on them that they had just arrived and were already being suppressed by that young brat.
Looking at the Old Man's Fengquan Twelve Life and Death Flags, twelve small flags of varying sizes appeared around Gu, each depicting one of the twelve demons from the Ninth Underworld. They released Nine Nether Cold Qi, enveloping the sky above.
Controlling demons with Fengquan, Bu Luo was merely a minor official. But could he stand against the Demon Emperor?
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