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It’s you!“Whoosh!!”

The ice sword, formed from condensed power, had consumed all of Feng Liushuang’s strength.

The trump card within this body had completely disappeared.

Her expression was solemn; with no trump cards left, if she wanted to run rampant in this Realm again, she could only borrow the name of the Black Mountain Forbidden Zone.

“This sword, he must die!!”

Feng Liushuang spat out these words, brimming with killing intent, and then slowly descended, pacing in the Void Realm.

Though the ice sword was small, it contained the power of her true body.

In this Lower Realm, it was already overkill.

“Damn it! If not for that Heavenly Tyrant Body…”

Feng Liushuang cursed under her breath, then snapped back to attention and looked at her ice sword.

“This ice sword… contains a special power…”

“Somewhat familiar.”

“These people are indeed more insidious than the last.”

Xu Ying’s lips curved into a smile; he had already recognized the familiar sensation within the ice sword.

It was precisely the first killing move she had unleashed after he chased Ye Qi in the Black Mountain Forbidden Zone and witnessed Feng Liushuang descend to this Realm.

So it was this power, no wonder it felt so familiar!

Xu Ying suddenly understood. Back then, when he encountered this power, his cultivation had not yet broken through to this Realm.

When faced with such power, which far exceeded his own Rank, he naturally fled.

As of today, if he were to face this power, which surpassed the Saint Realm, he would be absolutely confident in taking it on.

However, this power had already been consumed.

Thanks to this Emperor Son of the Fu Family.

Xu Ying smiled slightly, holding his white jade teacup, and leisurely took a small sip.

Since Fu Shuyi had this intention, he naturally wouldn’t obstruct him.

It wasn’t his time to appear yet… he just didn’t know if Fu Shuyi could withstand this sword!

“This ice sword!”

“Is it a Law? No, it’s the power of a Domain!”

Fu Shuyi’s pupils constricted as he watched the ice sword appear before him in the blink of an eye, an bone-chchilling coldness assailing him. He exclaimed in shock, “This… this is a Domain that surpasses the Saint Realm!!”

“How can this be! Where did this power come from?!”

He was somewhat flustered, but fortunately, a small mirror emerged from his chest. The pristine mirror surface expanded, blocking the ice sword.

Seeing this life-saving mirror, Fu Shuyi suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking, “This is… the Quasi-Emperor Weapon my father left behind. Even an Emperor Weapon can withstand a single blow!”

Thinking of this, he exhaled, and the anxiety in his heart eased slightly.

But the next second, a crisp shattering sound reached his ears.

“Crack!!”

Fu Shuyi’s pupils bulged, veins instantly popped on his forehead, and his mouth slightly opened.

This… how could this be!

This was a Quasi-Emperor Weapon, how could this ice sword do this?

“Could this ice sword possess power that surpasses an Emperor Weapon?”

“No, impossible!”

“An Emperor Weapon, it’s not like I haven’t seen one before…”

Fu Shuyi had only thought half of it when the Quasi-Emperor Weapon before him completely disintegrated.

A complete mirror split apart, transforming into countless crystal fragments.

They scattered on the ground, completely shattered.

“Pfft!”

After the mirror shattered, another sound of something piercing flesh echoed in this space.

The entire space was incredibly silent, yet this sound was exceptionally clear.

Everyone saw it: in the original space of the holy Domain, which had been both ice and fire, a splash of blood gushed out.

After a long moment of silence, the ice and fire holy Domain gradually shattered, and the Bagua Pavilion remained undisturbed.

Everyone gasped for air, slowly straightened their bent bodies, their eyes filled with terror: “Hmph! Finally saved!”

“Too terrifying!”

“Look, what happened there?!”

Inside the Bagua Pavilion, Xu Ying held his teacup, his long, narrow eyes slowly relaxing.

In his calm pupils, however, Fu Shuyi’s figure outside the Bagua Pavilion was reflected.

The burly Fu Shuyi, his entire body’s veins coiling like a Dragon, stood stiffly in place.

An ice sword, exceptionally clear and transparent, was plunged into Fu Shuyi’s chest, and slightly golden blood slowly flowed out along the blade.

Finally, like flowing water, it dripped onto the ground, drop by drop.

Xu Ying knew that this slightly golden-yellow blood was the Emperor Blood flowing within the other party’s body.

Emperor Blood, also known as Golden Bloodline, was different from the Ancient Sacred Body.

Cultivators with Emperor Bloodline were born with Divine Power, and breaking through Realms was as simple as breathing and drinking water.

Only upon reaching the Quasi-Emperor Realm would they feel powerful shackles.

“What a pity!”

Xu Ying sighed somewhat, gently put down his teacup, and tidied up the table.

Fu Shuyi was pierced by that sword, and even with his tenacious vitality, he had no power to resist.

Next… it was his time.

“Why… why is this happening…”

Fu Shuyi stood in place, feeling the excruciating pain in his chest.

To be precise, this ice sword had literally pierced a large hole through his heart.

It hurt, it hurt so much… The moment the defensive Quasi-Emperor Weapon shattered, the ice sword pierced his heart.

Even the power of the ice sword had not dissipated, flowing through his heart and spreading throughout his entire body via his limbs.

“Hmph!”

Fu Shuyi gently exhaled, but what came out was a mouthful of ice.

His face turned icy blue, and frost formed between his eyebrows.

He was truly a bit unwilling… Fu Shuyi silently turned his head to look at a pavilion in the Bagua Pavilion.

His target for this trip was sitting there, but he hadn’t expected to die before achieving his goal… Fu Shuyi’s lips were a bit bitter, the icy coldness gradually spread to his brain, and his consciousness instantly blurred.

“Bang!” Fu Shuyi fell straight to the ground.

In the Void Realm, Feng Liushuang stood with her sword, lightly stepping on the Void Realm.

Step by step, she gradually approached the Bagua Pavilion.

Only after seeing Fu Shuyi fall did she reveal a faint smile.

The power contained within her Upper Realm true body was of Quasi-Emperor Rank; did a mere Quasi-Emperor Weapon of the Lower Realm really think it could stop it?

Simply wishful thinking. If that ice sword couldn’t even shatter this broken mirror, wouldn’t she have cultivated in vain for so long?

Feng Liushuang put away her smile, her expression gradually becoming serious.

It was finally time for the harvest; no one could stop her now.

Whether it was the great Luck on Fu Shuyi or the remaining small Cultivators of the Lower Realm, they were all within her grasp.

“Before the Heavenly Tyrant Body arrives here!”

“As long as I harvest all this Luck, I will retreat to the Black Mountain Forbidden Zone!”

“And wait for the next opportune moment!”

Feng Liushuang’s eyes flickered; she had already planned everything.

As long as she could harvest this time and escape, the next time she would be completely transformed.

By then, what was a successor of the Heavenly Tyrant Body?!

“By then, I will avenge myself!” Feng Liushuang snorted coldly, grinding her teeth.

With a raise of her hand, the power of the Great Saint Realm surged, and her holy Domain unfolded.

The Ice and Snow Domain once again covered the Bagua Pavilion and its surroundings.

Under the immense pressure, golden Dragons of Luck roared, gushing out from these young Prodigies.

“Luck! Luck!”

Upon seeing the golden Dragons of Luck of varying sizes, Feng Liushuang’s eyes turned greedy.

However, her gaze suddenly followed a shadow that covered the sky.

Huh? What is this thing?!

Feng Liushuang’s beautiful eyes moved slightly, slowly looking from top to bottom.

Her eyes suddenly widened, and the smile that had just curved her lips flattened again. She exclaimed in surprise: “It’s you!!!”

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