Warriors of the dark race, their auras already surging to the Quasi-Emperor realm, stared coldly at Chen Lingjun.
Chen Lingjun's words enraged him, the dark energy surrounding him almost engulfing everything.
"Heiling, then this Lord of Tianyuan City is yours!"
Another warrior of the dark race, not far away, smiled faintly.
Immediately after, four other warriors of the dark race, at the peak of the Supreme realm, withdrew from the sky above Tianyuan City and descended rapidly, preparing to utterly annihilate the entire city.
"How dare you!"
Chen Lingjun watched the four Supreme ninth-level cultivators scatter, his eyes bulging, his face turning incredibly grim.
If these brutes were allowed to join the battle below, not a single soul would survive in Tianyuan City, not even his most cherished daughter. In that case, all his current efforts would be meaningless.
"Hahaha, your opponent is me. Just watch your Tianyuan City wither away!"
Heiling revealed an exceptionally cruel smile, Chen Lingjun's pain exhilarating him immensely.
Immediately after, Heiling unleashed a powerful surge of dark spiritual energy, blocking Chen Lingjun's attempts to provide support.
"You forced my hand. Then let us perish together!"
"Imperial Art, Tianyuan Linjie, Limit Breaking Spirit!"
Seeing the terrifying dark spiritual thread obstructing him, Chen Lingjun's eyes filled with madness. He then unleashed an unparalleled and formidable Imperial Art.
"Rumble!!!"
Instantly, countless Supreme laws and spiritual energy within Chen Lingjun burned fiercely, his life force rapidly dissipating. Simultaneously, an incredibly domineering aura erupted from Chen Lingjun.
The surrounding space distorted, and a hint of dawn seemed to break through the vast gloom in the sky.
"A mere fellow at the ninth level of the Supreme realm, nothing but a dying struggle. I want to see what your Imperial Art can do..."
Heiling, facing the frenzied Chen Lingjun, smirked slightly, disdain evident in his eyes.
"Bang!!!"
However, before Heiling could finish his words, he suddenly felt a chilling sensation in his abdomen, as if something was churning within.
Chen Lingjun, the Lord of Tianyuan City, had, at some unknown point, appeared before him. A fist brimming with tyrannical energy had already shattered his abdomen.
His life force was rapidly draining...
"How is this possible..."
Looking at the Lord of Tianyuan City, who was now before him and whose aura had also reached the Quasi-Emperor realm, Heiling's eyes were filled with terror.
He had never expected the Lord of Tianyuan City to possess such heaven-defying means.
If only, if only he had... this thought flashed through Heiling's mind.
But it was too late.
Soon, as the potent spiritual energy raged, Heiling's body began to slowly dissipate, turning into a puff of dust.
As Heiling's body vanished, a violent wave of energy erupted.
Chen Lingjun's scattered hair fluttered in the wind, his eyes filled with madness, like an unparalleled god of war.
"You trash, it's your turn next!" After dealing with Heiling, Chen Lingjun's gaze turned to the other four warriors of the dark race at the peak of the Supreme realm below.
Chen Lingjun's voice, like thunder, echoed throughout Tianyuan City.
The four great venerables of the dark race, who were charging downwards, felt the aura of Heiling's demise and their faces turned extremely grim.
"Lord of Tianyuan City, how dare you kill our Black Gold level compatriot! You are dead..." one warrior of the dark race roared, his eyes blazing with fury.
Heiling was a warrior of the dark race at the ninth level of the Supreme realm, a seed of the Emperor class with the potential to break through to the Quasi-Emperor realm.
Warriors of this caliber were quite precious among their dark race.
The five of them had ganged up to deal with a single cultivator at the ninth level of the Supreme realm, and yet one had been killed due to underestimation. If this got out, how would they ever hold their heads up among the dark race?
The other warriors of the dark race were equally enraged. They glared at each other, then unleashed their secret arts, boosting their strength to the limit, and shot towards Chen Lingjun's location.
This time, they would go all out to annihilate this Lord of Tianyuan City and avenge their fallen comrade.
Below, in a hidden corner, Chen Lingyue and Lin Jingyang, who had witnessed the demise of a great venerable warrior of the dark race, both saw a flicker of hope in their eyes.
Could it be that the tide was turning?
"Lingyue, I entrust my daughter to you. Take her away from here immediately!" The Lord of Tianyuan City's voice resounded through Tianyuan City.
Lin Jingyang's pupils constricted. The City Lord was going to...
Chen Lingyue's heart also sank, an overwhelming sense of dread surging within her.
"Four Symbols Spirit Separation, break for me!"
Another thunderous roar echoed from the sky. Inside the Lord of Tianyuan City, an incredibly fierce roar sounded.
Following that, it was as if four divine elephants were surging within him.
A moment later, four divine elephant spirit bodies emerged from the Lord of Tianyuan City's body. In an instant, the Lord of Tianyuan City himself fragmented into countless pieces.
The four divine elephant spirit bodies, infused with unparalleled tyrannical energy, shot towards the four warriors of the dark race, whose auras had also ascended to the Quasi-Emperor realm, not far away.
The intense energy threatened to destroy everything.
The entire world seemed to pause for a fleeting moment.
"Father..."
Seeing the scene in the sky, Chen Lingyue could no longer hold back, letting out a heart-wrenching wail, wanting to rush out.
Her father's death had completely shattered Chen Lingyue's heart.
Regret, panic, pain... all sorts of emotions churned within Chen Lingyue's heart.
"Lingyue, you cannot! We cannot betray the City Lord's sacrifice!"
Lin Jingyang gritted his teeth, pulling Chen Lingyue, who was trying to rush out, and unleashed a遁法 (escape technique) to leave swiftly.
In the sky, the four divine elephant spirit bodies, carrying their tyrannical energy, had already struck the four warriors of the dark race.
An even more terrifying energy surged relentlessly...
...
Northern Plains.
Three Profound Domain.
Within an incredibly prosperous jungle.
The jungle was dotted with many beautiful flowers, their faint fragrance drifting through the woods.
A captivating woman with a slender figure, dressed in a purple long dress, walked forward in a daze. The beautiful flowers around her failed to capture her attention.
"Junior Sister, didn't you always love flowers? Here..." a lean young man walked beside the woman, his voice filled with complex emotions.
"Senior Brother, please don't speak. I need to calm down!" Tang Yuning replied, her voice devoid of any emotion.
Ye Xingwen's heart was filled with complexity. Ever since parting ways with that mysterious person, his Junior Sister had been like this, her spirits low, showing no interest in anything.
"Junior Sister, did that mysterious person do something to you? I'll contact the Old Ancestor right away and get revenge on that person!" Ye Xingwen continued, gritting his teeth.
"No, Senior Brother, he didn't do anything to me!"
Tang Yuning shook her head, a hint of unprecedented tenderness appearing in her eyes.
"Have you guys heard? The Lin family actually failed to capture that Jiang Li. The Jiang Li captured by the Holy Son of the Qiankun Holy Land turned out to be a fake!"
"Really? That can't be right. Could a fake body possess such combat power..."
"It's truly a fake body. The Lin family has issued another bounty..."
Just then, not far from the jungle, a murmur of discussion arose.
Ye Xingwen's heart faltered. He was shocked, a fake body, the one I captured was a fake...
Beside him, Tang Yuning also suddenly looked up, a thunderclap and sudden realization striking her mind.
A fake body, if that was the case, then that mysterious person must be... must be Jiang Li...