The sight of Qiyang’s demonic blade caused the once-zealous Heavenly Court cultivators to falter, retreating instead of pressing forward.
*Boom.*
Xiang Chunan’s fist obliterated a Death General, reducing them to fragments.
“Still daring to act?”
Qiyang’s eyes flashed with icy menace as he pointed a finger at Xiang Chunan, unleashing a deadly strike.
Hundreds of thousands of Saint Path rules converged, drawing heavily on the heavenly rules within an eight-thousand-li radius, swirling around his fingertip.
“Third Brother, watch out!”
Feng Yan, closest to Xiang Chunan, shouted a warning.
Simultaneously, he hurled an Eight-Yao Ten-Thousand Pattern Saint Artifact to intercept Qiyang’s attack.
*Bang.*
The artifact shattered upon contact with the finger’s light, reduced to scraps of metal, unable to hinder it in the slightest.
Xiang Chunan reacted swiftly, deploying the Metal Demon Crown to summon a surge of Supreme Power, forming a barrier before him.
It was futile. The finger’s light sent the Metal Demon Crown flying, striking Xiang Chunan directly.
*Roar.*
Xiang Chunan bellowed, black divine patterns surfacing on his body, interweaving to resist the attack.
The patterns absorbed much of the force, but Xiang Chunan was still flung back, blood spewing from his mouth, gravely wounded.
Without the Metal Demon Crown and divine patterns, he would likely be dead.
“Not dead? Impressive,” Qiyang said with a faint smile, raising his hand for a follow-up strike.
Space rippled faintly, and Zhang Ruochen appeared, shielding Xiang Chunan.
Zhang Ruochen’s expression was grim. Qiyang had nearly killed Xiang Chunan before his eyes, crossing a line.
“Space Distortion.”
“Space Rift.”
As Qiyang unleashed another finger strike, Zhang Ruochen employed spatial techniques.
With the war fortress breached, Xianji Mountain’s spatial lockdown was weakening, restoring his command over space.
The finger’s light veered under spatial distortion, then vanished into a spatial rift.
Qiyang’s eyes gleamed with curiosity, “Spatial techniques. You’re the heir of Space and Time that Yuanmo mentioned, aren’t you? Old Monk Xumi’s been dead for ages, yet he still managed to produce a successor. Remarkable.”
“Zhang Ruochen, let’s team up. Use your spatial techniques to restrain Qiyang, and I’ll handle him,” Bi Yunhai transmitted secretly.
Clearly, he believed Zhang Ruochen’s spatial prowess could trouble Qiyang, creating openings for his attacks.
*Swoosh.*
Qiyang turned, fixing his gaze on Bi Yunhai.
His eyes shimmered with strange light, an eerie and terrifying fluctuation emanating.
“Danger!”
The Tu brothers, near Bi Yunhai, paled, sensing immense peril.
Without hesitation, they deployed a Nine-Yao Ten-Thousand Pattern Saint Artifact shield, activating its full power.
Bi Yunhai felt his scalp prickle, urgently activating his sky-blue gourd.
An invisible force struck the shield, melting it like snow under a blazing sun.
“Agh!”
The Tu brothers screamed in agony as their bodies began to dissolve like the shield, their holy qi resistance futile.
At this rate, they would soon be annihilated, body and soul.
Bi Yunhai, bolstered by his King’s War Artifact, fared better but still struggled, retreating repeatedly.
A gaping hole appeared through his chest, nearly felling him.
“Impossible.”
Bi Yunhai clenched his fists, unable to accept this.
If Qiyang had used his Supreme Saint Artifact to wound him, it would be one thing. But a mere glance inflicting such grievous injury? He couldn’t fathom the gap between them being so vast.
As the Tu brothers teetered on the brink of annihilation and Bi Yunhai reeled from his wounds, the Heavenly Court cultivators trembled in fear. Just how powerful was Qiyang?
No one considered the Tu brothers weak—each could dominate the Heaven-Connecting Realm, and together, they rivalled Near-Path Realm experts. Yet they couldn’t withstand Qiyang’s glance.
Bi Yunhai, with a record of defeating an Immortal Great Saint, seemed almost helpless against Qiyang.
What extraordinary Saint Art had Qiyang’s eyes unleashed?
This revealed the inaccuracies of the *Hell’s Ten Tribes’ Record of All Evils*. No one had known Qiyang possessed a Supreme Saint Artifact or that his eyes held such terror.
Among them, only Zhang Ruochen remained composed. He produced a Spatial Distortion Scroll, unfurled it, and sent it toward Qiyang.
*Swish—*
The scroll released tens of thousands of spatial inscriptions, merging seamlessly with heavenly rules.
Instantly, the spatial structure around Qiyang warped, the very earth shifting, forming a chaotic space spanning hundreds of li in a blink.
This Spatial Distortion Scroll, crafted long ago, had been refined during Zhang Ruochen’s recent seclusion, inscribed with more spatial patterns.
Initially, his lower cultivation and limited mastery of the Path of Space restricted the scroll’s potency. It could trap cultivators below the Path Domain Realm but was ineffective against Heaven-Connecting or Near-Path Realm experts.
The chaotic space trapped Qiyang, sealing the eerie fluctuations from his eyes.
This saved the Tu brothers’ lives.
“Hm?”
Sensing the strange fluctuations assailing him, Qiyang showed a flicker of surprise.
He extended a hand, blocking the fluctuations, and ceased his eye technique.
“Attacks reversing direction—another spatial trick?” Qiyang studied his surroundings, unruffled.
Confident in his strength, he viewed Zhang Ruochen’s spatial techniques as mere nuisances, incapable of truly threatening him.
“Evacuate the Tu brothers,” Zhang Ruochen ordered.
A warship swiftly approached, and several Heavenly Court cultivators moved to escort the Tu brothers aboard.
Though alive, the Tu brothers were severely injured, parts of their bodies dissolved, their recovery uncertain. They were temporarily incapacitated, unable to contribute to the battle.
Bi Yunhai seized the moment to retreat, consuming a healing holy medicine to hasten his recovery.
Zhang Ruochen retrieved a vial of Life Spring Water from the Qiankun Realm, administering it to Xiang Chunan.
He could see that, despite the divine patterns’ protection, Xiang Chunan’s injuries were grave, his organs damaged. Without prompt treatment, he risked lasting harm.
*Boom.*
Qiyang unleashed a full-force assault.
Though his attacks rebounded, the chaotic space quaked, showing signs of collapse.
Qiyang’s power was simply too overwhelming, exceeding the chaotic space’s limits.
Soon, a faint crack appeared on the Spatial Distortion Scroll.
“Zhang Ruochen, your spatial techniques are impressive, but they’re not quite enough to trap me,” Qiyang said with a laugh, attacking effortlessly.
At that moment, Ji Fanchen’s brow glowed, and an ancient turtle shell emerged.
The palm-sized, silver shell bore natural, intricate patterns, untouched by human hands.
“The turtle shell is an array diagram. It should hold Qiyang for a while,” Ji Fanchen said.
Zhang Ruochen understood, opening a rift in the chaotic space to admit the turtle shell.
The shell glowed, its patterns flaring, forming a complex array that enveloped Qiyang.
The chaotic space and array diagram combined, ensuring that even Qiyang’s might couldn’t break free quickly.
*Bang.*
Qiyang struck repeatedly at the turtle shell array.
Yet the array was resilient, wholly unaffected.
*Hmph.*
Qiyang snorted, wielding his demonic blade to slash at the array.
More patterns surfaced on the turtle shell, drawing countless heavenly rules to form a shield, repelling the blade’s assault.
Seeing the array unscathed, Zhang Ruochen relaxed, “Let’s seize this chance and push forward.”
He unleashed holy qi, enveloping Ji Fanchen, Feng Yan, Xiang Chunan, Pei Yutian, and Evil Spirit.
With a spatial shift, the six vanished from the spot.
Bi Yunhai’s eyes flashed. Halting his recovery, he transformed into a streak of light, racing toward Xianji Mountain’s core.
If great opportunities awaited in Xianji Mountain, he intended to claim his share.
“Trouble.”
Seeing Qiyang trapped, Bi Yunhai charging toward the mountain’s core, and Zhang Ruochen’s group gone, Lord Yuanmo Godson’s face darkened.
Anxious, he sought to break free from Xuanyuan Liekong to confront Zhang Ruochen’s team personally.
“Yuanmo, with me here, you’re going nowhere,” Xuanyuan Liekong pinned him down, offering no chance to disengage.
Having fought hard to breach Xianji Mountain, he aimed to buy Zhang Ruochen’s team time.
Likewise, the other Death Clan Godsons and Goddesses were restrained, left to stew in frustration.
Chixing Godson fared poorly, thoroughly dominated by Zhen Yuan, one wing nearly torn off.
He had clearly underestimated Zhen Yuan. Had he known, he’d have left Zhen Yuan to Cheng Ku Godson, sparing himself the ordeal.
Ming Gu’s situation was worse. Ambitious to defeat Lu Baiming and become the top array master below Great Saint level, he was instead utterly suppressed, his defeat only a matter of time.
The battlefield’s dynamics shifted dramatically, tilting in the Heavenly Court’s favour.
