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

"Since Jiang Sheng is in such a hurry to return to the Dao Palace, let's not make things too complicated. Let's just send our top one or two to spar with the top ten friends in Tianxu."

Seeing Jiang Sheng remain silent, the Buddha Saint of the Great Luo Realm smiled and spoke.

Compared to the top ten of Tianxu, it seems that only the number one from the Seven Realms can compete. Sending others out to spar would only embolden Tianxu.

What they should care about most is the top ten of Tianxu. Once they understand the ins and outs of the top ten, they'll be pretty much set.

"That's fine then, Xing Hao, you go." Sage Canglan no longer asked Jiang Sheng's opinion and smiled directly at the First Person behind him.

"Please, everyone, let's stop here." With the approval of all eight realms, Jiang Sheng's refusal was useless, so he could only casually wave out ten battle platforms.

"I am Xing Hao. Which fellow Daoist would like to challenge me?" Xing Hao landed on the battle platform, his aura soaring to the heavens. He swept his gaze over Ye Wuxi and the other ten people and spoke calmly.

Ye Wuxi was not interested in him. Tianxu and Canglan had many disagreements. Mochuan, the other side of the Changqing Boundless Battlefield, was under the rule of Canglan, and she had no good feelings towards it.

On the contrary, she sensed a familiar and powerful aura emanating from the number one in the Heavenly Underworld.

"This humble monk has come to learn from Benefactor Xing's superior skills." Jingchen raised his eyes and spoke, taking a step onto the battle platform.

"Feng Ting, the Desolate Demon, will experience Miss Ji's strength." Feng Ting, dressed in a red robe, looked directly at Ji Nanyan. The tokens they wore earlier were still hanging on their bodies, clearly showing their origins and names.

"You are no match for me," Ji Nanyan said calmly, slowly stepping onto the battle platform.

"Tian Chi, Liu Yuebai."

"Tianxiao, Li Changyi."

"The sky is dark, and the autumn chill is in the air."

The most beautiful woman in the Three Realms, dressed in flowing robes, stepped onto the battle platform and announced her origins. Chu Jiangli, Qin Yuan, and Ling Qingcheng then stepped forward to accept the challenge.

"Da Luo, Ji Fan." Da Luo, the first one, was a monk in plain clothes, who smiled faintly at the crowd.

"Please." Baili Che stepped forward to accept the challenge. He had been defeated by one monk, but he would not be defeated by a second.

"Lord Tianming Que, I'd like to learn from Miss Ye's skills." Marquis Que, dressed in a black robe, exuded an aura of death as he calmly addressed Ye Wuxi, his voice carrying a chill.

Ye Wuxi was able to defeat many alien beings and win first place with his low cultivation level, so he must have some strength. Only the strongest are worthy of fighting him.

"Please." Ye Wuxi had already noticed him. Her intuition told her that Hou Que had an extraordinary physique and was the strongest among the Seven Realms.

"There are three more. You can go now."

Canglan, Huangyao, and Tianming the Second stepped onto the same battle stage at the same time, while Meng Ruoyao, Pei Zhou, and Yun Yiqing accepted the challenge.

Ten battles broke out simultaneously.

Ji Nanyan and Feng Ting fought directly with their true forms, and the battle platform burst into flames, with Hellfire on one side and Sunfire on the other.

"Feng Ting's true form is the Great Sun Golden Crow, whose combat power is by no means inferior. There is also the second-ranked Desolate Demon, whose true form is the Golden-Winged Roc, which is also very powerful."

"Xing Hao is a battle body. Almost all the other number one in each realm have different bloodlines. It is very good that we, the top ten in Tianxu, can fight against the number one in each realm to this extent."

The crowd scanned the ten battles in turn, and then stopped at the battle platform between Hou Que and Ye Wuxi.

There, an endless expanse of blackness stretched out, with deathly clouds looming overhead. Two distinct forces of death were locked in battle. Even the weaker disciples who had been eliminated earlier were shaken to their very core at the mere sight of it.

"The power of death in this world shall be used by me alone." Hou Que's voice resounded in the darkness, and a kingly figure suddenly rose behind him, his terrifying pressure sweeping across the land, like the embodiment of death, the god who rules over darkness and death.

In an instant, the other nine battle platforms were affected. The world suddenly darkened and deathly aura covered everything, including the sky where the Great Sun Golden Crow and Blood Phoenix were located, where the boundless true fire was burning.

Ye Wuxi's death power was momentarily blocked, and all her power around her was drawn to Wang Ying and used by him alone.

"It's actually the Immortal Netherworld King Body, the most top-tier type of king body, flowing with ancient Netherworld blood, immortal and indestructible."

“Strictly speaking, it doesn’t belong to the category of royal body, but is a true divine body, a royal body among divine bodies.” Everyone exclaimed in shock.

There are many different types of physical constitutions in the world, which can be roughly divided into six categories: spiritual body, Taoist body, battle body, royal body, holy body, and divine body.

It is generally accepted that the spiritual body is the weakest, and the divine body is the strongest, surpassing other physiques. The remaining four categories are still divided into specific physiques, and it cannot be said that the holy body can definitely suppress the royal body.

The other nine battles came to a halt as everyone looked toward Hou Que, while the saints looked toward the Heavenly Underworld Saint, their expressions varying.

"Such a coveted prize, why would the higher-ups leave it to Tianming? Is it really necessary for these people?" Ye Lao Er shook his head speechlessly.

"That little blood phoenix definitely won't stay either."

"As expected." Ye Wuxi's gaze remained unchanged, his bloodline surged, resisting the oppressive force. A terrifying life Dao diagram flowed around his body, frantically converting the death force that had been drawn in into his own power.

If she only controlled the power of death, she might be outmatched by the physique of the Underworld King, but she controlled the cycle of life and death.

She rode a dragon through the darkness, her life patterns transforming into deathly images, which rolled into swords that shot out, carrying yin and yang flames, their killing intent soaring to the heavens.

"Destroy." Hou Que uttered a single word, and a ball of black flame rose from his palm. It was his unique innate Netherfire, which transformed into a coffin of death and blasted out, engulfing and annihilating the sword energy of heaven and earth.

The coffin expanded wildly, becoming like a realm of the underworld, pressing down on Ye Wuxi, burning his soul, his will, and his body.

Ye Wuxi dodged through the void, and the phantom images of Buddha and demon behind him materialized and rose higher, gathering into a terrifying sword that shattered a coffin.

The light of heaven and earth, Buddha and demon, split into two. Buddha and demon king trampled each other, facing the illusory image of the underworld king that blotted out the sky.

"You've seen enough, stop now." Just as Hou Que was about to move, Yun Sheng's voice suddenly rang out, and a golden light shone down, dispelling all the attacks.

"What do you mean by this?" The saints looked at her with displeasure. They wanted to see what was so special about the legendary Hades Body, and how far these two could fight.

Ye Wuxi and Hou Que also looked over in confusion, but since all the saints seemed to be giving way to Yun Sheng, it was not something they could question.

"Didn't Jiang Sheng say that we should stop here? I have other matters to attend to. I'll leave after seeing how the others are doing." Yun Sheng's lips curled slightly, and suddenly he pressed down on the two hundred pillars with a palm.

In an instant, all the disciples involuntarily released their strongest power to resist, revealing their own strength and physique.

Jiang Sheng's face stiffened. It was too late to stop it. The other saints watched this scene in silence.

The energy of heaven and earth subsided in an instant, and the disciples were not harmed in any way. The saint's methods were extraordinary, and their attacks were completely out of control.

"Ye Wuxi, join my Southern Heaven, and you will be the young master." Yun Sheng suddenly turned to Ye Wuxi, his voice leisurely.

As her voice faded, the world fell silent, and the saints of the eight realms were greatly alarmed.

Most people may not know this, but they do know that the Southern Heaven Realm is extremely mysterious and does not have Dao Palaces or hold Dao Wars like the other eight major realms.

Even the location of the Southern Heaven Realm and its subordinate realms is impossible for ordinary people to find, let alone saints like them.

That realm lord is even more mysterious and unpredictable, especially in the last ten thousand years, but all eight realms know that the Southern Heaven cannot be easily provoked.