The four felt a flash before their eyes. The next moment, a radiant golden sword appeared in their minds, slashing down toward their souls!
“A Taoist from the Jinhua Sect!”
“Golden Palace Heart Sword!”
“Guard your souls!”
“Retreat!”
The Four Envoys’ expressions changed drastically, hurriedly consolidating their strength, their true spirits condensing.
“Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!”
Four soft sounds rang out, followed by muffled groans. The Northern Envoy, the weakest, staggered back a step, blood seeping from his mouth.
The next moment, Lu Zheng appeared behind him.
“Supreme Infinity, Three Pure Ones’ Decree, Bind!”
The Northern Envoy froze, and the six wooden plaques orbiting him shuddered, clattering to the ground.
In a panic, the Northern Envoy struggled with all his might to break free.
But he had been attacking Shen Ying, clashing with the Eighteen Heavenly Maidens, and had just been struck by the Golden Palace Heart Sword, leaving his mind dazed and his true qi in disarray. How could he break free from the binding curse so quickly?
“Swish!”
A blade flashed, and the Northern Envoy’s head soared into the air.
“North Envoy!”
“Junior Brother!”
The remaining three cried out, unable to comprehend how the situation had turned so drastically!
Mental secret techniques!
Invisibility!
Binding curse!
Martial blade skills!
Just as they were pressing their attack, on the verge of success…
It all fell apart!
“We’re done for!” the three thought in unison.
Without the Northern Envoy’s support, the Four Extremes God-Locking Plaque wavered.
But it didn’t collapse!
Perhaps sensing the Northern Envoy’s sudden death, the plaque’s force pulling on Shen Ying’s soul retracted, then shifted, targeting the Northern Envoy.
“Hm?”
Lu Zheng, about to shatter the opponent’s true spirit, let out a surprised sound and stepped back.
The Northern Envoy’s soul and true spirit were drawn into the plaque as a streak of light.
The next moment, the plaque’s mental pull surged, stabilising again with three steady curse seals connecting to the remaining envoys.
At the same time, its soul-pulling force turned back to Shen Ying, now thirty percent stronger.
“What?” Shen Ying’s eyes narrowed.
“What the hell!” Lu Zheng swore. “Less health, more attack power?”
Are we playing a game!?
The three remaining envoys exchanged glances, understanding Mother Superior’s intent.
The Four Extremes God-Locking Plaque was powerful. With the four of them casting the Four Extremes God-Locking Curse, they could usually subdue Shen Ying.
But Mother Superior had planned for contingencies. If one died, would the curse break?
No, no, no…
Their lives were far less valuable than Shen Ying’s.
If one died, it meant the enemy was strong, and their four-person effort couldn’t subdue her.
Then, the fallen envoy’s soul would be absorbed by the plaque, boosting its soul-pulling power and strengthening their side.
The Four Extremes God-Locking Curse would become the Three Extremes God-Locking Curse.
If another died, the plaque’s power would increase again, becoming the Two Extremes, or even the One Extreme God-Locking Curse.
With the souls of three cultivators, each with over two hundred years of cultivation, combined with a thousand-year-old demon’s power, Shen Ying, a newly ascended incense deity who had only fused with *Peach Blossom* for two years, couldn’t possibly resist.
As long as they could capture Shen Ying and bring her to Peach Mother Sacred Mountain, even if only one of them survived, it would be worth it!
…
Of course, the three didn’t want to die!
So they had to fight desperately!
“Open! Die!”
The Western Envoy urged his peach tree, its countless roots writhing. Half tangled with the old peach tree, pushing toward Shen Ying, while the other half burst from the ground, surging toward Lu Zheng.
The Southern Envoy flickered, his six peachwood flying swords stretching two zhang, three ahead, three behind, piercing toward Lu Zheng.
The Eastern Envoy’s porcelain bottle spewed endless rancid peach miasma, flooding the courtyard, rolling like waves toward Lu Zheng.
A Taoist who could turn invisible and cast binding curses!
They couldn’t let him get close!
“Heh!”
The three guarded their souls tightly. Lu Zheng’s mental cultivation wasn’t strong enough to break through again.
But…
With a flick of his fingers, six ruby swords shot out, growing in the wind, transforming into six three-foot-long slender swords, meeting the Southern Envoy’s flying swords.
“What?”
The Southern Envoy exclaimed, “You’re a sword cultivator too?”
“Is that so surprising?”
Lu Zheng pointed, activating the *Flying Feather Riding Dawn Sword Scripture*. The six ruby swords clashed with the enemy’s, their sword lights colliding.
“Swish! Swish! Swish!”
“Clang! Clang! Clang!”
Sword qi flew, matching the Southern Envoy blow for blow, leaving him no energy to spare.
With the Northern Envoy gone and Lu Zheng suppressing the Southern Envoy, the Eighteen Heavenly Maidens turned their attention to the other two.
Peach Zhen, Peach Sui, and others guarded Lu Zheng, slicing through the incoming roots, keeping the Western Envoy from interfering.
The rest targeted the Eastern Envoy, dissipating the thick rancid peach miasma.
Shen Ying, struggling under the strengthened Four Extremes God-Locking Plaque, was too focused on guarding her soul to wield her full strength.
Lu Zheng glanced at her, realising he couldn’t take down the envoys one by one.
“Eighteen Heavenly Maidens, forget me! Help Shen Ying! Form the Heavenly Maiden Formation and attack the one with the rancid peach miasma!” Lu Zheng shouted. “Take him down!”
“But the fairy?”
Shen Ying was barely holding on. If they killed another, boosting the plaque’s power, wouldn’t it doom her?
“Listen to Lu Lang!” Shen Ying responded instantly. “I have more tricks!”
“Yes!”
The maidens complied, forming the Heavenly Maiden Formation again. Their incense-powered mental energy surged toward the Eastern Envoy in waves.
“Aaah!”
Facing Shen Ying and the Peach Blossom Radiant Heavenly Maiden Formation, the Eastern Envoy couldn’t hold out. His soul and true spirit were battered, wracked with pain.
“Kill him!”
The formation became a radiant, multicoloured ring, encircling the Eastern Envoy, overpowering him with raw strength.
The Southern Envoy was tied up by Lu Zheng, and the Western Envoy’s peach tree roots were blocked by the old peach tree.
Moments later…
“Peach Blossom Fairy! You’ll die too!”
With an unwilling cry, the rancid peach miasma was broken, and the Eastern Envoy was overwhelmed by the formation.
“Buzz!”
The Four Extremes God-Locking Plaque shook, absorbing his soul the moment he lost connection.
But at the same time…
Lu Zheng redirected two ruby swords defending him, ignoring the peachwood swords aimed at him, and stabbed straight at the Southern Envoy.
“Die!”
The Southern Envoy roared, his two peachwood swords piercing Lu Zheng’s neck and dantian, their qi surging to shred his soul.
“Hm?”
But Lu Zheng was unharmed. His two ruby swords pierced the Southern Envoy through.
“How… why?”
The Southern Envoy stared, dying uncomprehending, his true spirit absorbed by the plaque that had just taken the Eastern Envoy.
The next moment…
The Western Envoy, struggling to adapt to the plaque’s surging power, heard a mocking voice.
“Supreme Infinity, Three Pure Ones’ Decree, Bind!”
