The Seven Princesses' Journey Across Time

At this moment, Mo Qixuan, standing nearby, heard someone dare to slander Yue Yao. He was immediately furious and quickly grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist with his right hand, ready to draw his sword. However, before he could actually draw his sword, many figures suddenly appeared from all around, surrounding those people in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, a slight creaking sound was heard, as if something heavy was slowly moving forward through the snow. Everyone present looked in the direction of the sound and saw an elderly man in a wheelchair slowly approaching. A closer look revealed that it was Feizhan, the Soul Official, pushing Wuxiang slowly towards them.

Their gazes simultaneously locked onto Baili Dongjun, but their expressions were vastly different. Wuxiang's eyes revealed an unconcealable surprise, for he had never expected Baili Dongjun to come to him on his own initiative. Meanwhile, Feizhan's face was filled with hatred as he stared intently at Baili Dongjun, his heart blazing with rage—after all, this was the man who had murdered his own brother!

Wuxiang raised his hand, pointed two fingers at his temple, and then turned his gaze to Baili Dongjun. But this glance made him widen his eyes, and the expression on his face instantly changed from surprise to ecstasy. It turned out that not only did he discover Baili Dongjun, but even Ye Dingzhi beside him possessed an innate peerless martial vein! This sudden surprise almost made Wuxiang cry with joy. He couldn't help but burst into laughter and said, "Hahahaha... God bless my Beique, God bless my Beique!"

The Eighth Young Master of Beili, a disciple of the world's number one, Li Changsheng, and a Beili prince, had come this time with the sole purpose of defeating the King. As soon as they set foot in Langyue's blessed land, their inherent power would be absorbed by the King. This would greatly increase the King's power, making his escape from the barrier a breeze.

Lei Mengsha frowned slightly upon seeing this. He then turned around and whispered to Gu Jianmen and Xiao Ruofeng beside him, "Is this guy crazy?"

Xiao Ruofeng also frowned slightly, his deep eyes fixed on the laughing old man. After a moment's silence, he slowly spoke, "He might have discovered that Ye Dingzhi actually possessed a natural martial vein. Because of this, he might think his chances of winning have increased a bit, which is why he's so excited."

As expected, at this moment, the man named Wuxiang loudly said, "Wuxiang respectfully welcomes you all! I believe you have come here for our king."

However, facing Wuxiang's words, thinking of his words in his previous life, Baili Dongjun snorted coldly, a disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he responded bluntly: "Hmph! I think your wishful thinking is very loud. Are you thinking of letting Yuefeng City drain our power so that he can help his power reach its peak, and then he will become the most powerful person in the world. Then you can send troops to Beili?"

Feizhan had initially suppressed the surging emotions upon meeting Baili Dongjun, but at that moment, the long-suppressed rage finally erupted like a volcanic eruption. His eyes widened, his hair standing on end with rage, and his right hand suddenly grasped the hilt of his sword. With a crisp clang, the longsword was instantly unsheathed, radiating a cold light.

"Baili Dongjun! Today is the day you die!" Feizhan shouted loudly, his voice was deafening, as if he wanted to scare people to death with his voice.

Facing Feizhan's fierce aura, Baili Dongjun remained calm, even revealing a hint of contempt. He raised his chin slightly, glanced at Feizhan, and said coldly, "Just you?"

Just as the two men were on the verge of a fight, Ye Dingzhi, who had remained silent in the background, suddenly moved. He took a small, slow step forward. This seemingly casual movement, in reality, contained immense power and pressure. With this small step, the air around them seemed to grow heavier, and an invisible pressure, like a mountain, crushed the crowd.

The masters from the Outer Heavens were instantly enveloped by an immense pressure. This pressure, like a mountain crushing an egg, made it nearly impossible for them to breathe. Among the group, Feizhan bore the brunt of the immense pressure. His legs gave way, and he stumbled, falling to one knee. He swung his sword, piercing the ground deeply, supporting his shaky frame and barely stabilizing himself.

Wuxiang, standing nearby, saw this and his expression suddenly changed. He knew the intensity of this pressure, so he didn't dare to be careless. He quickly formed seals with his hands, trying to use his own skills to resist this terrifying force. However, even so, he could only barely steady himself. Perhaps because he was in a wheelchair and had limited mobility, he didn't look as miserable as the others.

At this moment, Ye Dingzhi's face was as gloomy as water, and he cast an icy gaze at Feizhan without any expression. He spat out four cold words: "You overestimate your own abilities!" Feizhan gritted his teeth, his heart filled with anger and resentment. However, facing Ye Dingzhi's overwhelming strength, he felt a deep sense of powerlessness, unable to mount any effective resistance.

At this moment, Ye Dingzhi slowly withdrew his suffocating pressure. Baili Dongjun, observing this, nodded slightly at Ye Dingzhi, expressing his approval. Then, the two of them flashed, sprinting towards Wuxiang and Feizhan like ghosts. In an instant, swords flashed, palms flew, and in just a few breaths, Wuxiang and Feizhan were both lying on the ground, unable to recover.

After successfully dispatching Wuxiang and Feizhan, the others followed suit, quickly subduing the remaining stubborn and recalcitrant members of Tianwai Tian. The entire battle was a clean and efficient one, without any delay, while Yueyao, Mo Qixuan, and Zi Yuji were immediately crippled.

After completing the mission, everyone did not stay for too long, but continued on their way, heading straight to Langyue Blessed Land where Yuefeng City was located.

Baili Dongjun and Ye Dingzhi looked solemn, concentrating on recalling the route in their minds, leading the others forward. They mobilized their spiritual energy to resist the cold, and soon arrived at the entrance of Langyue Blessed Land.

Ye Dingzhi stepped forward, took a deep breath, summoned all his spiritual power, and swung out a palm strike. With a loud bang, like a thunderclap, the heavy stone door was instantly shattered into countless fragments, which shot out in all directions.

Instantly, a stream of warm air gushed out from the door. Lei Mengsha, standing at the front, couldn't help but frown and mutter to himself, "Is this what they call freezing cold? Those nonsense-mongering people should really come and experience it for themselves! See what the deep ice fields of their king are like. It's as warm as spring, even more comfortable and pleasant than our Central Plains! The name of Langyue Blessed Land is truly well-deserved."