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The Sentient Wall cracked in response, while Bu Luo's water was completely consumed, unable to maintain the earlier formidable presence.
Just as Ji Wuqiu had exerted his forward strength, the backward force had not yet replenished. In that moment, Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, unleashed the Ice Forest Domain, freezing everything around them, as if even sunlight could not penetrate the ancient chill.
Ke Zhen'e's Eternal Cold River domain left Bu Luo gasping; this kid really hadn't trained enough.
Ji Wuqiu merely shook his arms and took a deep breath before shattering Tenglan's domain. This time, what reached Ji Wuqiu was no longer the Overlord Sword but rather the Night Emperor, who emerged from behind the cover of the Ice Forest Domain to execute the Light Severing Technique.
The sharp blade pointed directly at Ji Wuqiu's eyes. Even though he was a Mahayana Practitioner, he could not react in time to the sudden appearance of the Night Emperor.
Bu Luo was ultimately not a Mahayana Practitioner. In a moment of panic, Ji Wuqiu still managed to invoke a secret technique in his heart, swapping places with Tenglan, who had just activated his domain.
With a swift motion, the blade sliced through the air. A smile suddenly appeared on Ji Wuqiu's face; he didn't believe that in that brief instant, the one who ambushed him could distinguish between himself and that Little Guy from Tenglan.
However, after Bu Luo's blade passed through, Ji Wuqiu's smile froze. A sharp dagger had unexpectedly pierced his chest, leaving him unable to react.
Immediately following was a sword light more dazzling than the stars. Ji Wuqiu had already experienced that sword; it was the Overlord Sword, but this time it was accompanied by A Distant Paradise.
Bu Luo still felt no need to panic. No matter how hard those young people tried, they could never match a peak Mahayana Practitioner's prowess. That was an ironclad rule that had remained unbroken for millennia; no one could achieve it—not even Yin Tianheng.
Ji Wuqiu initially thought Gu Na's sword would fall upon him with devastating force but suddenly realized that it seemed to be infinitely far away, like a distant star. He could see its brilliance and knew where it was but could never reach out and touch it.
Before the Overlord Sword could fall, a silver lightning bolt descended from the starry sky, shattering the tranquility of the cosmos. The thunderous crack of shattered stars left Ji Wuqiu feeling disoriented.
Desperately, Ji Wuqiu tried to pull out the blade lodged in his chest, attempting to reconstruct the Spiritual Barrier unique to a Mahayana Practitioner. In that fleeting moment as he turned, he suddenly spotted Xu Qiaoshui standing far away, her legs supporting a circular disc as she smiled gently at him.
Treasure Pavilion, Wheel of Fate.
In that instant, Ji Wuqiu finally realized the grave mistake he had just made. Even if those young Transcendent of the Port couldn't break through his defenses, it didn't mean that the False True Artifact couldn't breach them.
Moreover, Mistake had enough power to withstand his full-force attack, and combined with Little Monk, their strength was surprisingly close to that of a Mahayana Practitioner. He ultimately admitted to himself: he had underestimated them.
Bu Luo was right; he had come to this realization not too late.
As Ji Wuqiu thought this, enduring the onslaught of shattered star thunder, he grasped the legs of the Night Emperor. Their aged eyes met those of the Night Emperor, whose deep black gaze reflected a shared understanding of Mistake's determination.
No, that battle was urgent; we cannot afford to delay.
Ji Wuqiu's words echoed in the ears of the Night Emperor, causing a slight tremor in his legs. That very tremor provided Ji Wuqiu with an opportunity to escape.
With a powerful surge of Nine Nether Spirit Power erupting from Ji Wuqiu, he sent the Night Emperor flying while simultaneously striking down Tenglan Xuqiao Mountain from the starry sky.
The three of them had barely exchanged glances before one was already out of the game.
He was injured; he was actually injured. Hahaha!
The wild laughter of Ji Wuqiu reverberated through the cosmos, like a madman seizing upon an initial frenzy, hoping to end his life at its most glorious moment.
"Don't be too happy too soon," Pei Shigui's voice echoed in Ji Wuqiu's ears. A massive throne materialized behind Pei Shigui, while Bu Luo responded to Pei Shigui's call. Ji Wuqiu sought to block Dong Lai's incoming sword strike.
That sword crossed the endless starry sky, arriving directly before Ji Wuqiu, piercing through Night Emperor Liu Dong's wound and spilling forth a torrent of blood.
Ji Wuqiu glanced at Xu Qiaoshui, then turned his attention back to Pei Shigui, wanting to deal with Xu Qiaoshui first. The Nine Nether Cold Qi emerged from the depths of the cosmos, slowly advancing toward Xu Qiaoshui. However, Bu Luo found himself unable to penetrate Ling Chanzi's Sentient Wall.
Wen Tian and Wen Shi's attacks followed closely behind, forcing Ji Wuqiu to focus on protecting himself from behind.
At that moment in battle, Ji Wuqiu had to admit he was wrong—he had made a grave mistake, one that could even be fatal.
He had underestimated those young people. Suddenly, Ji Wuqiu realized that everyone present in the starry sky possessed spells or sword techniques capable of breaking through his defenses, far surpassing what Ji Wuqiu, as a Mahayana Practitioner, could comprehend.
With Bu Luo seemingly on the opposing side, Ji Wuqiu suddenly no longer wished to confront those young individuals head-on. He chose to defend instead. Even though a Mahayana Practitioner's defense might allow them to unleash their reckless attacks, it would not inflict the kind of damage that Ji Wuqiu feared; Bu Luo would bleed and feel pain, but that was all.
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