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At that moment, Emperor Yuanjing stood on the opposite hillside, looking down at the scene.
His cold gaze swept over Wei Changxuan and Luo Yuheng, the two experts who were desperately resisting his attacks.
A wild and disdainful smile curled at the corner of his mouth, and a chilling smugness gleamed in his eyes, which were as black as the night sky.
"Hmph, just a mere mortal,"
He thought to himself,
"How dare you even attempt to defy my rule!"
At the same time, he gently waved his right hand, holding an ancient-looking weapon in his hand.
The longsword, radiating immense power, then erupted with a dazzling light.
Immediately afterwards, countless extremely sharp blade energies surged out like wild horses.
The target was Wei Changxuan, who was putting up a fierce resistance.
As these fierce attacks were launched, a chilling sound suddenly filled the air:
"Wei Changxuan, Luo Yuheng, today is the day you lose your lives!"
If you obediently lay down your weapons and surrender, perhaps I will show you mercy and grant you a swift and painless release.
Otherwise, then die! …………
The group's conversation was filled with a sense of threat and oppression.
Chapter 80 The Arrogance of the Witch God Cult!
The battlefield on the other side.
A fierce rage burned in the eyes of the Prince of Zhenbei.
His right hand was still bleeding bright red blood.
But they seem to have completely forgotten the tearing pain that comes with injury.
He pounced on Luo Yuheng like a raging lion.
"Luo Yuheng, you treacherous villain, how dare you betray me!"
Today, I, the King, will make you pay an unbearable price!
Every word he uttered, "May 17th," was a roar filled with deep hatred and despair, echoing deafeningly over the battlefield.
With this roar, a fierce gust of wind rose with each punch thrown by the Prince of Zhenbei.
He swirled up the scattered fallen leaves and sand on the ground, and could even vaguely see a faint ripple in the air, spreading out along the trajectory of his fist.
Inside the Witch God Cult, the Rain Master, who had reached the second rank, witnessed all of this, and his previously wavering resolve instantly became incredibly firm.
He closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and then thrust both palms forward.
In an instant, the sky changed dramatically, dark clouds rolled in, and countless raindrops densely formed an extremely wide curtain of water.
It roared down towards Wei Changxuan and Luo Yuheng's location, its magnificent momentum enough to make one's heart tremble.
Even more terrifying is that hidden within this vast expanse of rainwater are countless tiny, extremely sharp water needles.
With a hissing sound, a chilling sound of air being torn apart was heard, as if the air itself could be easily sliced in two.
As for the two Spiritual Wisdom Masters who also came from the Witch God Sect and had already reached the third rank...
Even with multiple obvious injuries on his body, he did not back down at all, but instead endured the pain and continued to grit his teeth and persevere.
They emitted a faint blue or green light from their entire bodies. This light was not as gentle as it usually was, but rather appeared exceptionally cold and murderous.
The two, working in perfect unison, launched an attack on Wei Changxuan, clearly not intending to give him any chance to breathe and striving to wipe him out in one fell swoop.
"Wei Changxuan, and that Luo Yuheng, it's not too late to surrender now. Quickly kneel down and beg for our mercy!"
One of the third-grade Spiritual Masters let out an extremely cold laugh and said to Wei Changxuan in an extremely disdainful yet threatening tone:
"You think you can withstand an attack from so many experts at the same time? You're dreaming!"
Wei Changxuan's eyes never showed a trace of fear.
Despite being surrounded by enemies, he remained calm and resilient.
He bit his lip lightly, his eyes revealing an unbreakable will, skillfully using various movement techniques to dodge the enemy's dense attacks.
At the same time, he responded in an unusually calm voice:
"Do you people even deserve to make me, this young master, bow down and admit defeat? What a pipe dream!"
Let alone uniting against me,
Even if all the top experts on the entire continent were to gather, I would never give up the fight to the very end.
Luo Yuheng struggled to hold out against the siege of the Prince of Zhenbei and the Second-Rank Rain Master.
The spiritual energy emanating from his body flickered, seemingly about to go out at any moment.
Her spiritual energy shield was already overwhelmed; the once sturdy barrier was now covered with tiny, spiderweb-like cracks.
Some cracks have even spread to the entire shield, as if it will shatter and disintegrate at any moment.
Nevertheless, this crumbling layer of protection stubbornly resisted powerful attacks from all directions.
Her long hair was disheveled and danced wildly in the strong winds generated by the battle, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
A few strands of wet hair clung tightly to the side of his face, adding a touch of heroic spirit.
In this life-or-death struggle, not only the shield was under immense pressure,
Even so, when she raised her eyes, slightly tired from overusing her magic, to look at the enemy,
It shines with the light of an indomitable spirit, a determination to defend one's beliefs to the death—a moving display of steadfastness and courage.
This light was far more powerful than any substantial defense, as if silently declaring: no matter how great the difficulties, we will not give up easily.
Chapter 81 Emperor Yuanjing's Madness!
"Emperor Yuanjing, Prince Zhenbei, you have secretly allied with the Witch God Cult, committing such an unforgivable and heinous crime."
Even if it costs me my last ounce of spiritual power, I will still slay you villains right here!
Luo Yuheng's firm voice echoed throughout the air, as if even the gloomy atmosphere was stirred by his words.
She gripped the longsword tightly, a faint golden halo surrounding her, like a phoenix about to take flight, showing no sign of retreat even in dire straits.
Faced with Luo Yuheng's resounding oath...
Emperor Yuanjing, high in the sky, was stunned for a moment.
Then a hideous smile appeared on his face:
"Heh... Haha! Luo Yuheng, aren't you being a little too confident?"
Do you really think you can overturn the whole situation all by yourself?
His eyes flashed with a cold light, and his entire body exuded a chilling aura.
"Let me tell you, today I will not only annihilate you, but also reduce everyone who stands in my way to ashes!" With that, he finished speaking.
Emperor Yuanjing suddenly flicked his right hand, and the long sword in his hand, which was originally emitting a faint red light, suddenly shone brightly. Within the dazzling light, several complex and mysterious runes began to flow rapidly as if they had come to life.
Instantly, the entire hall seemed to be enveloped by an invisible force, and even the air seemed to stand still for a moment.
Then, accompanied by a deafening roar, Emperor Yuanjing swung his divine weapon—a giant blade forged from millennia-old cold iron.
In an instant, several dark, seemingly all-consuming blade beams of light pierced through the air.
He charged straight at the lone woman fighting on the other side.
Even before the incomparably sharp, black blade of light, capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, arrived, it had already torn through the air in its path.
It left a deep streak in the air and emitted a sharp, long whistling sound.
On the other side, the second-rank rain master was not idle either. Seeing that Emperor Yuanjing had taken the initiative to attack, he was not to be outdone and immediately unleashed an even more deadly move.
He muttered incantations, then suddenly stretched his arms outwards. Immediately, countless tiny, transparent, yet incredibly powerful droplets of water surged and converged from all directions.
Finally, it coalesced into a huge, round water sphere, completely enveloping Luo Yuheng, who was preparing to dodge the incoming blade attack.
This seemingly ordinary "cage" actually contains endless mysteries; it is filled with fine and exceptionally tough water spikes.
Like thousands of venomous snakes flicking their tongues, they relentlessly attempted to break through the extremely fragile energy shield outside.
They attempted to pierce his body.
"Crack, crack..." The continuous sounds of impact rose and fell.
This reveals just how precarious the situation is for this once arrogant and powerful female cultivator...
Luo Yuheng did his best to maintain the increasingly dim spiritual energy shield around him.
But she could clearly sense that this last line of defense seemed unable to withstand the repeated, violent impacts from external forces.
She knew she was facing an unprecedented and enormous test.
Emperor Yuanjing's gaze was sharp as he stared intently at Luo Yuheng, the once arrogant young man.
Seeing this, Emperor Yuanjing's expression became even more smug, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a cold smile of triumph.
Then, he opened his arms and burst into laughter, the sound echoing in the silent hall, making everyone's eardrums buzz.
"Luo Yuheng, weren't you very arrogant back then? You always acted like you were fearless, and you even dared to boss me around!"
But now? Why are you mute? Does this feel unpleasant?
After saying that, he burst into another sarcastic laugh, as if he wanted to release all the humiliation he had suffered in that moment...
But at that moment, a sudden change occurred.
Chapter 82: The Appearance of Heavenly Bodhisattvas and Arhats!
On the battlefield at this time.
Every bit of chill in the air seemed to solidify, making it difficult for everyone present to breathe.
Wei Changxuan's expression suddenly changed from solemn to cold, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.
The tone carried a hint of sarcasm and provocation:
"Do you think that just because you, Emperor Yuanjing, have powerful allies supporting you, you can act recklessly?"