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The protective shield of the Heavenly Sky Plural Ship started to show cracks one after another, and though it hadn’t shattered, the momentum of its escape had been disrupted.

“Not good.”

Gongsun Yun and the other three Myriad Phenomena Realm Great Grandmasters’ expressions changed as they shouted, their energy bursting forth, striking with all their might.

“I and the three Honored Ancestors will block his attack; you all quickly activate the Heavenly Sky Plural Ship.”

Before the Tianxuan Mountain disciples like Qiu Shuilin could marvel at the fact that Sect Leader Gongsun Yun was a Great Grandmaster of the Myriad Phenomena Realm, they immediately poured all their Gang Yuan and replenished Spirit Stones to power the Heavenly Sky Plural Ship, restoring its protective shield and restarting it to prepare for their escape.

The Devil Powerhouse did not stop after striking with a palm, and with another palm strike he intended to hold back everyone from Tianxuan Mountain.

Gongsun Yun and the three Honored Ancestors continuously took action, each bringing out their weapons, the Xuantian Punch, the God Slaying Sword Technique, the Great Mysterious Palm… one after another, powerful martial arts techniques were unleashed by them.

Boom boom boom!

Yet this was to no avail, as the Bloody Demon Palm blot out the sky and covered a vast expanse of the heavens, with boundless devilish Qi surging tumultuously. The attacks from Gongsun Yun and others were erased upon contact, and even their weapons fell, each showing minute cracks.

“A Devil Powerhouse at the mid True Martial Realm!”

Gongsun Yun and the others were horrified. The attacker was definitely an Emperor Wu from the Yinyang Sect at the mid True Martial Realm, otherwise there was no way their attacks would be so easily obliterated.

In their horror, Gongsun Yun and the other four Great Grandmasters of the Myriad Phenomena Realm struck again, even employing Secret Techniques to make their auras climb higher and higher, continuously unleashing powerful martial arts, all to block this one Bloody Demon Palm.

Boom!

Gongsun Yun and the other four Great Grandmasters simultaneously spat out blood, flying backward and smashing into the Tianxuan Mountain Range, creating a large crater.

“Father!”

“Sect Leader!”

“Honored Ancestor!”

On the Heavenly Sky Plural Ship, Gongsun Yue, Qiu Shuilin, and other Tianxuan Mountain Elders and disciples cried out in shock, their expressions filled with sorrow.

The power of the Bloody Demon Palm weakened considerably, continuing to strike at the Heavenly Sky Plural Ship and part of the Tianxuan Mountain Range. The mountain range was directly shattered, a large area collapsing to form a chasm.

The light screen of the Heavenly Sky Plural Ship flickered incessantly, dense cracks quickly appeared, causing the people of Tianxuan Mountain inside the ship to be utterly panic-stricken.

They fought desperately to activate the Heavenly Sky Plural Ship, straining to maintain the light screen, daring not let it shatter, otherwise almost all of the people from Tianxuan Mountain within the ship would be annihilated.

Fortunately, they truly managed to block it, and as their True Qi and Gang Yuan were nearly depleted, the might of the Bloody Demon Palm finally ran out.

Before they could even breathe a sigh of relief, the towering figure in the devilish sky flipped his hand for another palm strike, his expression extremely cold, showing absolutely no regard for their lives.

“No!”

“Yue’er!”

Gongsun Yun and the three Honored Ancestors saw this scene, their eyes nearly splitting with rage, but having just been severely injured by that palm strike, their strength greatly diminished, they were already unable to support the Heavenly Sky Plural Ship.

“Alas, fellow Daoist, why must you be so ruthless.”

At this moment, a voice full of compassion for the world rose between heaven and earth, accompanied by a glorious sword light. That sword light sealed the heavens and the earth, eliminating everything, and directly exploded the Bloody Demon Palm.

A rare emotion finally appeared on the cold and merciless face of Dugu Bing, as he slightly frowned, somewhat surprised looking toward the figure approaching from afar.

The man was dressed in black, a refined middle-aged person with a Divine Sword on his back – the radiant sword light just now had been wielded by him.

Dugu Bing’s eyes flashed with a hint of blood as he tried to see through the man’s true face, but discovered it obscured by the mighty power of the Divine Spirit, completely impenetrable.

“You who hide your face while showing your tail, reveal your name. I do not strike down the nameless under my spear.”

A Devil Spear appeared in the hands of Dugu Bing, blood-red throughout, engraved with a series of mysterious patterns. The Devil Spear pointed from afar at the refined middle-aged man.

“Fellow Daoist, peace is precious. Fighting and killing isn’t good,” said the refined middle-aged man as he appeared above the Tianxuan Mountain, speaking with a smile to Dugu Bing, without giving his name. He was, in fact, Han Li.

He had just been enjoying a hot spring at Chengdao Peak when he sensed the great booming from the direction of Leizhou, a sure sign of an Emperor Wu of the True Martial Realm in action. Only the disturbance from a True Martial Realm fight could travel so far.

Without hesitation, Han Li disappeared from Chengsheng Mountain, and upon reaching the border of Jizhou and Qingzhou, he could see from afar the Devil Powerhouse dealing a heavy blow to Gongsun Yun and the other four, suppressing the Heavenly Sky Plural Ship.

He stepped directly into the realm of Divine Sense, which drastically increased his speed, and in an extremely short period of time, he crossed a million miles and immediately released a slash. His sword strike exploded the Bloody Demon Palm, saving the people of Tianxuan Mountain.

“Since you are courting death, I shall oblige you,” Dugu Bing shouted angrily, the Bloody Devil Spear piercing out heavily.

The blood-colored spear light mingled with the spear intent to form a blood-red dragon thousands of zhang long. The dragon roared, with a dragon’s cry shaking heaven and earth, attacking Han Li.

Han Li sighed, the Zhenjun Sword on his back flying out, and with a slash at the blood-colored dragon, the sword light was magnificent, creating a storm of Sword Intent sweeping across heaven and earth, suppressing everything.

Boom boom boom~

The storm of Sword Intent devoured the blood-colored dragon, continuing its assault towards Dugu Bing, who with a mere flip of his hand, quelled it.

“You have some skill, but if you think you can stop me from killing, you’re far from capable,” said Dugu Bing indifferently.

Han Li raised an eyebrow; this Emperor Wu from the Yinyang Sect really liked to put on airs, exuding an air of condescension, looking down upon everything.

Yet, upon close observation, Han Li realized that this person was only at the fourth level of the True Martial Realm. Although he was an Emperor Wu in the mid True Martial Realm, compared to himself, he was still lacking.