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

"Let me tell you frankly, if you can't find my husband, fine. But if you do run into him, you bunch of small fry wouldn't even be able to withstand a single sword strike from him!"

"Insolence!" a blue-faced, fanged demon cultivator roared, his greenish-blue face turning purple. His bone knife was pointed directly at Qiu Zixian, the blade still dripping with the warm blood of his kin.

"You wicked wench, your demonic path is sinister and vicious, everyone has the right to kill you! Your husband is even more despicable, after stealing the treasures of the ancient immortal array, he fled in panic like a stray dog!"

"Now that you've fallen into our hands, we will surely suppress you and then announce it to the world so that cultivators from the Flame Dragon Realm can come and claim you—if you dare not come, we will grind you to dust!"

A descendant of the dragon clan, whose scales gleamed with a grayish hue, immediately chimed in, his dragon-claw-like fingers clenching so tightly they cracked, his eyes filled with greed and ruthlessness:

"Which of the Ten Realms isn't searching for cultivators from the Flame Dragon Realm these days? I don't believe that you few holy sons and daughters can really just stand by and watch your comrades fall into misery!"

Upon hearing this, Qiu Zixian's heart sank as if a block of ice had fallen upon her.

She glanced down at her blood-stained dark-colored outfit, her hair disheveled by the wind whipped up by the fighting, but her face grew even colder and more arrogant. When she slightly raised her chin, the chill surging in her eyes was even greater than the icy pool deep within the Star Ruins.

"Since you are so eager to die, then I will grant your wish right here and now!"

Qiu Zixian clearly sensed that the auras of the more than one hundred Void Realm cultivators around her were all filled with madness—their eyes were fixed on her like hungry wolves eyeing fat meat, their desire for the Seven-Colored Divine Stone and the Seven-Colored Immortal Crystal had already clouded their minds.

Even knowing the terrifying power of Chen Xuan's sword that could break through all laws, he still took the risk of using her as a hostage.

A chilling killing intent surged up her spine. She suddenly spun around, the divine sword twirling in her palm with a fierce flourish, the blade reflecting a sky full of bloody light. From then on, she showed no mercy in her attacks, each sword aimed straight for vital organs such as the throat and heart.

Another fierce battle lasting the time it takes to drink a cup of tea has ensued, and the void is already littered with corpses.

The azure scales of demons and the scaled remains of dragon descendants piled up like mountains. Thick blood condensed into beads in the weightless void, slowly flowing along the interwoven eternal Dao patterns, dyeing the originally golden and dazzling Dao patterns into an eerie dark red.

Qiu Zixian weaved through the enemy ranks, her dark, flowing skirt fluttering like a blood-soaked butterfly. Wherever her sword swept, screams and the sound of bones shattering echoed.

She was surrounded by a faint demonic aura, and a few drops of blood splattered on her face, but this did not diminish her power in the slightest. Instead, she resembled a killing god emerging from a sea of ​​blood, her sharpness unmatched.

Chen Xuanyin, hidden in the shadow of the Dao trace a thousand meters away, unconsciously stroked the hilt of the Beiming Sword with his fingertips, his originally relaxed knuckles tightening slightly due to his focus.

He was engrossed in his reading when a strange energy fluctuation suddenly emanated from the void within his spiritual sense range—it wasn't the demonic energy of the demon race, nor the dragon's might, but rather a foreign aura carrying a touch of coolness and majesty. He followed the trail, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Three winged girls with translucent butterfly wings on their backs were seen flying towards a Celestial youth dressed in pure white. As the wings fluttered, specks of eerie blue fluorescence were scattered.

He thought to himself, "Could it be reinforcements brought by the attackers?"

Chen Xuan suppressed the urge to attack, instead quietly spreading his divine sense to coldly observe the movements of the four people—he wanted to see just how capable these suddenly appearing helpers were.

However, as soon as the three alien girls appeared in the void, they all reached back to their waists, and three divine bows with a faint blue luster instantly appeared.

The bow was carved with intricate butterfly patterns, and the bowstring was made of condensed starlight threads. Their movements were perfectly synchronized. When they drew the bow, their waists twisted slightly, and the butterfly wings trembled as they infused spiritual power. Three dark blue arrows wrapped in icy mist instantly condensed, and their tips locked onto Qiu Zixian, who was engaged in fierce battle.