“Arrogant, evil creatures dare to provoke the entire Celestial Realm!”
This time, it wasn’t only Xi Yun; three heads of the sect simultaneously summoned their celestial swords and swung them toward Chong Zhao.
This time, Jin Yao did not interfere. Although he felt guilt toward Song Feng, he was, after all, the Head of the Celestial Palace. He could no longer protect Chong Zhao, who had shattered his celestial bones and fallen to demonic ways.
The four celestial swords simultaneously aimed at Chong Zhao’s spiritual altar. Chong Zhao was barely sustaining himself on a single breath, unable to retaliate, but his eyes held no fear—only a resolute desire for death.
The young man, with his long hair hanging loose, stood alone in the grand hall like a demon, abandoned by the three realms.
Some of the immortals close to the ethereal sect, unable to bear the sight, looked away.
At the instant the four celestial swords were about to strike Chong Zhao's spiritual altar, a figure leapt from the crowd, forming a celestial barrier before him. The barrier was exceedingly weak, like a glowworm before the moon when facing the four heads of the sect. When the crowd looked up, they saw a young woman, drenched in blood, shielding Chong Zhao.
“Bai Shuo!”
“Sister Bai Shuo!”
Among the disciples of the ethereal sect, someone anxiously called out to her.
The immortals were stunned to see that she was an ethereal sect disciple. How could such a small sect from the Eastern Sea produce disciples who threw their lives away so recklessly?
In midair, the four celestial swords, momentarily hindered by Bai Shuo’s barrier, pressed forward without hesitation, and Bai Shuo, shielding Chong Zhao, took the brunt—
Originally, Chong Zhao’s eyes, shrouded in a dark aura with no trace of life, turned toward Bai Shuo. However, his celestial bones were shattered, and his spiritual breath was gone; with just one step, he collapsed with blood seeping from his orifices.
In despair, Chong Zhao looked at Bai Shuo, his eyes dark with an intense, beast-like fury.
“Girl!”
“Little Bai Shuo, are you courting death?!”
Hua Hong and Mu Jiu’s faces changed, ready to intervene. At that moment, a powerful divine light descended from the heavens, stopping the four celestial swords in their tracks, unable to move another inch.
Within the divine light, a figure slowly descended, dressed in red with robes billowing in the wind. He extended a hand, and with a light flick, the four celestial swords shattered instantly, the color draining from the faces of the four heads of the sect.
In the hall, another figure shot forward unexpectedly, striking Xi Yun and the other three with a single palm. All four spat blood and fell to the ground like broken kites.
Jin Yao and three celestial lords’ faces changed, hurriedly channeling spiritual power to catch the four heads.
As the divine light faded, the Lord of Hao Yue Hall was holding the blood-soaked young woman.
Meanwhile, Lord Zhen Yu of Cold Spring Palace stood before the barely breathing Chong Zhao.
The situation in the hall shifted drastically; no one had anticipated that two demigods from the Demon Realm would step in to protect these two disciples of the ethereal sect.
“Bai Shuo, is your life so worthless to you?”
The Lord of Hao Yue Hall’s expression was cold, though only he knew that his hands holding Bai Shuo were trembling slightly.
Bai Shuo, severely injured by a single blow in the Phoenix Hall and exhausting her celestial power to shield him from the four heads’ swords, looked like a blood-stained, broken doll. She opened her eyes, meeting the cold, furious gaze before her, and suddenly gave a faint smile.
Although Fan Yue’s words were as cold as they were unfeeling, the terror, guilt, and fear she’d felt since returning to Phoenix Island melted away when she felt his familiar embrace behind her.
“Big Demon…” she whispered with her last bit of strength, carefully clutching Fan Yue’s sleeve. “Don’t be angry with me, all right?”
With that soft plea, the Lord of Hao Yue Hall’s fury dissipated. His gaze lingered on her broken arm, his expression growing colder, but divine energy continued to flow from his palm into Bai Shuo’s spiritual veins.
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