System: After the fortune telling, my cultivation level skyrocketed.

The moment Chen Xuan was blasted away, Dao Yi, with an icy look in his eyes, suddenly conjured a gigantic palm that blotted out the sky in the void, and the palm wind, carrying a chilling Daoist aura, struck towards Chen Xuan.

"puff--"

Chen Xuan felt a sweet taste in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood, but he used the recoil from the palm strike to rush towards the pre-arranged location.

As he flew through the air, he hastily wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his hair whipping wildly in the wind. He turned back to glare at the group of geniuses who had pursued him, and cursed, "We're all at the Void Reversal Realm, yet you have no shame! A dozen of you ganged up on me and you dare call yourselves heroes of this era? Bah!"

"You still dare to sow discord even when you're about to die!" Yaochi Holy Son saw through Chen Xuan's thoughts at a glance—his words were ostensibly an insult to them, but in reality, they were a reminder to the myriad races of demons watching from the sidelines that if they launched a sneak attack at this moment, they would be making an enemy of "public wrath."

He immediately shouted angrily, his voice echoing through the void: "Everyone here, look! This boy is about to die but still shows no remorse. Today we will surely kill him here! Afterwards, we will only take one portion of the treasures on his body, and the rest will be up to you to fight for!"

Han Jiuling brandished his dragon spear, which hummed and emitted bursts of cold air. He sneered disdainfully, "Him? He dares to challenge the geniuses of the ten realms and myriad races to ambush him? If word gets out, people will laugh their heads off!"

The group sang in unison, their words brimming with arrogance and disdain, perfectly capturing the essence of their conversation.

The myriad demons and monsters of various races who had been eager to make their move hesitated as expected.

Chen Xuan was already surrounded by more than a dozen top geniuses and had no way to escape. If he were to launch a sneak attack now, even if he won, it would not be honorable. Instead, he would be branded as someone who "takes advantage of others in distress," which would greatly diminish his reputation among the various races in the future.

Humans are most adept at understanding people's hearts, especially Dao Yi, Yaochi Holy Son, and others who are all very perceptive.

This rhetoric actually cleared away all obstacles for Chen Xuan, allowing him to stumble and rush to the edge of the crowd of onlookers.

Even someone as powerful as Chen Xuan was forced into such a sorry state, and Xia Jiuyou, who was being suppressed by the Ziqing Twin Sisters not far away, was in an even more difficult situation.

Her spiritual energy was in disarray, and her skirt had been torn in several places by sword energy, but she still used all her strength to use her escape technique to break through towards Chen Xuan's direction—even though each teleportation aggravated her injuries and caused her to spit out a mouthful of blood mist, she did not hesitate for a moment.

"What a pair of star-crossed lovers! Even in their dying moments, they still want to be together. Since that's the case, we will grant your wish!" Qingxia swung the measuring ruler in her hand, and the cyan-gold ruler burst forth with dazzling sword light. The buzzing sound shook the surrounding void, causing ripples. Those who didn't understand really thought she had murderous intent.

Fortunately, no one intervened at this moment. Xia Jiuyou mustered her last bit of strength and finally managed to stand firmly beside Chen Xuan.

Her shoulders heaved violently, her pale cheeks stained with blood, yet she still instinctively leaned closer to Chen Xuan, standing back-to-back in a defensive stance.

The moment the star-crossed lovers reunited, Dao Yi and his group, along with a dozen or so powerful warriors, arrived in a grand procession and surrounded the two.

In the void, the spiritual light of various magical treasures intertwined, forming an impenetrable net that made it difficult for even a wisp of spiritual energy to escape.

But Chen Xuan showed no fear whatsoever. He didn't even bother to look at the surrounding geniuses. His gaze swept past the crowd and landed far away on the earth—where a layer of azure light was rising, with ancient runes flowing on it. It was the pre-arranged demon race support formation.

His gaze swept over the powerful demons such as Luan Yu, Xuan Mo, and Ju Fu, his voice as indifferent as ice: "My friends from the demon race, I wish you good luck."

"You dare to spout nonsense even when you're about to die!" Dao Yi was enraged by his nonchalant demeanor. Daoist energy condensed in his palm once more, and he wished he could slap him across the face right then and there.

But the next second, he caught a glimpse of spatial fluctuations in the distance out of the corner of his eye, his expression suddenly turned serious, and he shouted sharply, "Activate the great formation! Quickly!"