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“Wang Guan, lead your team and wipe out those four damn women!”

Mei Changqing roared, soaring into the sky with his robe billowing around him. He manipulated the starry galaxy with both hands, tearing the firmament as the immortal light in the void was shredded into dust in an instant.

With a sweep of his hands, he firmly enclosed Ling Xue’er within his own small battlefield.

“Cangying, stop playing dead. Take your squad and follow me, and let’s kill this bunch of saucy women!”

Wang Guan’s eyes also blazed with a fierce aura. Sharpness exuded from his entire body, reaching into the heavens. With a pivot of his foot, he rushed instantly towards a corner of the battlefield and joined the fight with “Chrysanthemum.”

Hearing Wang Guan’s roar, Cangying, who had been hiding in some ruins, sighed. The battlefield was sealed off, and sooner or later they would come for him. Playing dead was indeed not clever, it was better to strike now and take out a few to lessen the pressure.

Moreover, his secret was hidden within the frontier, and he couldn’t allow this group of mad women to have a field day, or if that thing was damaged, ten of him would not be enough to compensate the powers that be.

At once, he activated his internal cultivation technique, and all the surrounding rubble was reduced to dust.

“Anyone who still has breath, charge! Whoever dares to trespass our border shall be killed on sight!”

A blood-colored Divine Demon materialized behind Cangying, with streaks of bloodthirsty red light flickering and stabbing towards several of the female cultivators nearby.

It was eerie and frightening.

“Elder Wang, what should we do?”

Saint Child Huo Yun felt a bit uneasy down below. Truth be told, he had never seen such a grand scene before, and he wasn’t sure whether it was lucky or unlucky.

These powerful beings could fly through the sky and split mountains effortlessly, and even the least powerful among them was at the high tier of the Mahayana Realm. It wasn’t just him—even Elder Wang and others had no room to intervene.

What was the point of Fire Qilin Cave sending them Protectors?

It felt like they couldn’t protect themselves, let alone him. The frontier was too terrifying, and these Protectors themselves were having a hard time. Any one of the powerful existences present could probably crush Wang Ba to death.

“Saint Heir, the first battlefield has already been sealed off. Mei Lan, Zhu, and Ju are among the top experts on the Mainland, and it’s uncertain whether Wang Guan and his team can defeat them. Our mission is to ensure the safety of the Saint Heir. We need to find a place to hide immediately; we must not engage them head-on.”

“Strategic retreat!”

Wang Ba made a decisive decision.

Huo Yun and Huo Yun were both speechless. If they were going to run, just run; why dress it up so grandly?

But they were also thoroughly demoralized. The so-called Protectors of the Fire Qilin Cave were practically nonexistent in the face of true powerhouses. To those above, both they and the Protectors were probably the same.

All were one-hit targets!

A sense of desolation rose in their hearts.

“I never thought that one day I, Huo Yun, the Saint Child of the Fire Qilin Cave, would turn into a fleeing soldier!”

Huo Yun sighed, feeling a touch of emotion.

“Saint Heir, there’s no time for regrets now, let’s get moving quickly. If we get targeted, none of us will be able to escape!”

Wang Ba looked anxious, pulling Saint Child Huo Yun and sprinting across the first battlefield. With the battlefield sealed off and his power limited, his only option was to find a hidden corner to take refuge in.

Saint Child Huo Yun:

In the void, Mei Changqing acted fiercely, pouring out the remaining Immortal Spirit Qi within him. Although his previous exchange with Elder Tianwu had depleted a great deal of Immortal Spirit Qi, there was still some preserved in his Dantian for emergency use.

Unexpectedly, before he could deploy his Immortal Spirit Qi, he had already engaged with this top-tier opponent.

And judging by the current situation, the meager amount of Immortal Spirit Qi he had left was probably going to be expended right here.

Mei Changqing was resolved to go all out, thinking it was not a big issue to use up all the Qi. After all, he could later seek more from that existence; he was an important part of their plan, and asking for a bit of Immortal Spirit Qi was no big deal.

Ling Xue’er felt the pressure mounting; the man before her with delicate features also possessed Immortal Spirit Qi. She hadn’t witnessed him succeed in seizing it previously—how did he come to master this power?

Although she possessed a strand of Immortal Spirit Qi, it was, after all, only a strand, and not in great quantity. At this moment, Mei Changqing’s breathing itself was circulating Immortal Spirit Qi. By comparison, she was at a disadvantage.

“Thousand Leaves Hand!”

Primordial Spirit Power swept through as Ling Xue’er’s palms fluttered up and down, transforming into butterflies dancing in the void, enveloping Mei Changqing within them.

“Heh heh, woman, I have given you a chance already. Since you wish to lay down your life at the frontier today, I, the City Lord, will grant your wish!”

Mei Changqing laughed instead of getting angry, releasing his Immortal Spirit Qi. Even Elder Tianwu could be suppressed by him; Ling Xue’er was no longer something he would concern himself with.

Manifesting stars in his hands, the universe and its starry rivers appeared in his eyes. In the void, a gigantic pale blue star fused into his flesh by a Demonic Divine Spirit Phantom, instantly reducing the surrounding butterflies to dust.

“Minor Celestial Dust Prohibition Method!”

With a single mysterious breath, the Spiritual Power in the first battlefield turned into star rivers that surged into Mei Changqing’s mouth, as if he were swallowing the sea.

The aura emitted from his body climbed higher and higher. His eyes shot out divine beams as he suddenly appeared before Ling Xue’er and swung his fist toward her.

Ling Xue’er was sent retreating, blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.

“Where did you get your Immortal Spirit Qi from?”

“Heh heh, I’m not in the habit of explaining to the dead!”

Mei Changqing’s expression was fierce as he continued his assault without pause, pressing her furiously, from the clouds down to the ground. The battlefield was crisscrossed with deep, bottomless ravines, the aftermath of their confrontation.

“Prohibition technique, you think you’re the only one who knows it?”

The craziness in Ling Xue’er’s eyes intensified: “Ever since establishing the Kingdom of Women, I made a grand vow with my Dao heart—that wherever on the Immortal Spirit Continent female cultivators are oppressed, that’s where my blade will aim. After so many years, I never thought some ignorant fools would start challenging my bottom line again!”

“On today’s battlefield, every cultivator, not one will be spared!”

“Fierce Ancient Chill Cicada True Solution!”

In the void, an enormous Frost Cicada Primodial Spirit appeared, standing tall with its flanks continuously bulging, exhaling and inhaling an icy breath.

The Frost Cicada cast a cold glance at Mei Changqing, then with a huge gulp, swallowed the Cold Moon Palace aloft in the sky into its belly. After that, its form shrank and transformed into a faint glimmer that entered Ling Xue’er’s glabella.

At the same moment, strange patterns spread across Ling Xue’er’s body, an icy breath pervading the air, turning the ground into a frozen river in the blink of an eye.

Mei Changqing sneered, transforming into a long dragon charging straight for Ling Xue’er’s stronghold.

“Primordial Spirit Refinement Technique, quite interesting. But what’s the use of having many little tricks when you have too little Immortal Spirit Qi in you? That is your undoing. After today, you won’t need to toil and trouble yourself for grand ambitions anymore!”