Peerless Empress: One Woman, One Sword, Slaying Through Myriad Realms

“Your methods are insidious. This is not your battlefield. You should have left long ago.” Monk Jingchen said calmly, his eyes transforming into terrifying Buddha eyes, with two golden relics seemingly hidden deep within them.

“You are…” Di Dong looked into those eyes, and his expression suddenly changed.

Before he could finish speaking, a faint Buddhist chant, seemingly from hell, caused Di Dong's soul to tremble.

The crowd only saw a burst of golden light as the Hell Path blazed brightly. Di Dong's body vanished instantly, and he reappeared on the Dao Pillar outside, his face pale.

"This monk is no ordinary person. He has relics in his eyes and is born with the root of Buddhahood." The crowd tried to see through Monk Jingchen, but he had already calmed his power and returned to his altar.

Baili Che's eyes darkened. He had failed to drive Di Dong out, but Jing Chen had done it so easily...

"This monk is not to be trifled with for now." The disciples present moved away from Jingchen.

Most of them had not yet figured out what methods he used, after all, there were only a few people who were familiar with Buddhist supernatural powers, and at present he might be a more terrifying person than Baili Che.

“It’s time for you to leave.” After a moment of silence, Chu Jiangli took the initiative, strolled towards Jun Moyan, and calmly spoke.

Two of the four members of Di Dong's group have left, and Jun Moyan has suffered one defeat and one draw, so it's time for him to go and join Di Dong.

"Let's see what Fairy Meng's strength is like." Hong Tian suddenly stood up and walked towards Meng Ruoyao, who was currently ranked fourth.

Of the top ten, only Meng Ruoyao hadn't made a single move. Although she possessed the King Body, in his opinion, the Snow King Body's combat strength wasn't high.

His royal body, forged from ten thousand demons, may not be inferior to the Snow King's body.

"You've chosen the wrong opponent." Meng Ruoyao's cold voice fell, and snowflakes swirled on the platform, instantly covering Hongtian's body with a layer of frost, melting his body and soul.

Hongtian couldn't help but shiver. Suddenly, his demon wings unfurled, and ten thousand demons surged forth, their demonic fire blazing in the sky, threatening to extinguish the snow that blanketed the heavens and earth.

"Perhaps it's time to move Miss Ye's position." Ye Wuxi was about to eliminate Ma Chun when her steps were interrupted again, and a woman in a moon-colored dress floated over.

Li Murong looked at her with a faint smile, while a pale moon rose behind him, revealing a desolate and sorrowful feeling that chilled him to the bone.

"It will move naturally, but only forward." Ye Wuxi raised an eyebrow and spoke, waving his hand, causing ten thousand swords to surge, their will eternal.

"The desolate river of time flows on, and all laws never cease." The azure moon behind Li Murong suddenly changed, and ten thousand streams of desolate rivers surged, as if carving out a thousand years of time. The magnificent river of time flowed in the void, eroding and decaying everything.

Time has turned hair white, illuminating the past and present, and will annihilate Ye Wuxi's past, laws, and power.

"Can the ancient times sever the river of life?" Ye Wuxi murmured softly, as the fire of life in heaven and earth burned, untouched by the desolate currents.

The Void Life Lotus transformed into a mighty sword, its surging vitality even capable of stripping away the power of time.

"Of course, Desolate Moon Slash." The living sword transformed into a river of death and rushed in. Li Murong's moon skirt fluttered as she retreated, and she condensed a blade in her hand, slashing down with a thunderous roar.

In an instant, the desolate river roared, and the sword light, spanning millennia, continuously cleaved through the long river of death.

"Heavenly Punishment Sword." Ye Wuxi's gaze remained unchanged as he stepped forward. The light of life and death in the sky surged, carrying the indelible will of heavenly punishment, and rolled into a sword to kill.

"Li Murong's strength has always been underestimated. With the special nature of her laws and her combat power, she is a contender for the top ten."

“Hongtian is still not good enough. He was born with the Snow King Physique, which is incomparable to his acquired Ten Thousand Demon Body.”

"Jun Moyan is going to lose again. The Heavenly Technique will not be able to disrupt the space; it will only be torn to shreds by the void's reversal."

The group continued to scan the three battles.

Jun Moyan was the first to be eliminated and was sent back to the outer pillar, where his ranking was fixed at sixteen.

He couldn't break free of the void. Chu Jiangli didn't want to give him a chance. His voice of surrender couldn't even be heard; it would only be drowned out by the void waves.

It's either death or complete elimination.

"You've won." Soon, Hongtian shouted, his body covered in blood, and retreated back to his platform.

Meng Ruoyao calmly sat back down and looked at Ye Wuxi and Li Murong, who were still fighting.

"White hair cuts through a thousand autumns." Li Murong, who was constantly being oppressed, suddenly soared into the sky, and his long black hair turned white in an instant.

Her white hair fluttered in the void, and a terrifying power surged within her, her fighting spirit surging. As she slashed down with her sword, it seemed to carry the power of thousands of years.

In an instant, heaven and earth trembled and ancient light shone, swallowing up the sword of life and death tribulation and heavenly punishment.

The glint of swords has never ceased since time immemorial; white hair severs the passage of a thousand years.

"Now that you've unleashed this strike, what will happen next?" Guan Gu's slash surged forth, and Ye Wuxi sighed as his three bloodlines instantly surged, bloomed, and swept across the land.

The overwhelming power of heaven and earth filled the sky, space opened up and cracked with flames, and round after round of life and death patterns covered the area, swallowing and annihilating the sword light layer by layer.

The void was in chaos, and space and time seemed to be out of control. A terrifying wave engulfed the two figures.

"Li Murong used a terrifying secret technique that can greatly amplify combat power. There are probably very few people present who can withstand this attack."

"However, Ye Wuxi possesses the bloodline of three sacred beasts, with excellent defense, speed, and recovery, and also controls life and death. He can be said to be the one who is most effective against Li Murong present."

"This victory largely belongs to Ye Wuxi."

Most people were not optimistic about Li Murong. Among those present, there were three people who were least restrained by Li Murong's power: Ye Wuxi, Chu Jiangli, and Shen Yunning. Life and death, nothingness, immortality, not within the years.

Her secret techniques might be comparable to Baili Che's, but she deliberately chose the one with the greatest overall strength, the one that was not restricted by her.

As the aftershocks of the battle between heaven and earth gradually subsided, Li Murong supported himself with one hand on the ground, his white hair falling loosely over his shoulder, his moon-colored robe stained red.

"This was my strongest strike, and I lost." Her voice carried a chill, a chill emanating from her very body.

"It's not even close to the top ten yet, why bother using it? Good luck." Ye Wuxi calmed his churning blood and qi, looked at her still-unrecovered white hair, and shook his head.

“I think it has already been done ahead of schedule,” Li Murong suddenly said, floating back to his altar to meditate with his white hair flowing down his back.

“Let’s fight.” Ruan Hua and Shen Yun Ning moved simultaneously, walking towards Pei Zhou and Yun Yi Qing respectively.

Although Pei Zhou is ranked fifth, it is because he defeated Jun Moyan to get the ranking. In Ruan Hua's opinion, Jun Moyan is not strong, so Pei Zhou's true combat strength still needs to be evaluated.

In the battle between the military and the Confucian, Pei Zhou once again displayed his prowess, leading ten thousand soldiers in a fierce charge, as if he were leading an imperial army, causing Ruan Hua to suffer repeated defeats.

“Miss Shen’s cultivation is not yet sufficient to compete for the top ten.” Yun Yiqing spoke calmly, and then divine dreamlike music resounded through the heavens and earth, and the void transformed into a celestial palace, submerging the exquisite celestial light.

The ethereal palace was so mysterious that it was impossible for anyone to see through it.

Apart from Ye Wuxi, Chu Jiangli, Shen Yunning, and Ji Nanyan, everyone else present was at the peak of the rudimentary stage of cultivation and Dao power, an invincible level.

Ye Wuxi possesses a complete bloodline of laws, while Chu Jiangli's Dao and the two supreme laws are largely unaffected by power, instead suppressing all power and completely disregarding differences in cultivation. Ji Nanyan, with her divine beast body, is even more so.

Shen Yun Ning is the only one with the advantage of being a celestial being, making him the least competitive among the four, since everyone has some degree of alien bloodline by now.

Two battles: one fierce and bloody, the other silent and still.

Shenmeng Xianque was the first to retreat, and Shen Yun Ning conceded defeat and returned to his own immortal platform.