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

The blood mist scattered across the sky made the blood moon appear even more eerie.

Ye Wuxi, wielding the Holy Sword, single-handedly slew a Great Emperor. Chu Jiangli, with the help of two half-sacred artifacts, could deal with a Great Emperor. The strength of a peak Great Demon was also enough to crush the geniuses on the Great Emperor Ranking.

In a reversed massacre, the seven emperors of the two palaces were reduced to dust one after another, leaving only the four Heavenly Emperors, Xuanyuan Jing and Zhou Kun.

At Ye Wuxi's signal, the peak-level demon king joined the battle against the Heavenly Emperor.

"Until we meet again." Zhou Kun's eyes flashed, and he conjured a fiery dragon beneath his feet before suddenly charging forward.

The emperors he brought with him are all dead, so there's no need for him to help Canglan share the burden.

Ye Wuxi and the others stood at a distance, watching coldly. They were powerless against the Heavenly Emperor and his group, and they couldn't stop them from escaping.

Zhou Kun took the initiative to retreat, and Canglan, the Heavenly Emperor, was instantly crushed to dust by their combined forces.

"Lead me, Xuanyuan, and the Saint of War descends upon the heavens." Xuanyuan Jing uttered these words coldly, and his entire body was suddenly enveloped in an ancient golden hue, with holy runes flowing around him.

A terrifying gale swept across the heavens and earth, her long hair flew wildly, and the bloodline patterns on her body converged to form a golden holy spirit that rose from behind her.

It was as if a war saint had been summoned to ascend to the heavens.

With the blessing of the Golden Battle Spirit, her cultivation level broke through the peak barrier and soared to the Heavenly Emperor level.

"How could my Xuanyuan Holy Clan be forced by you ants?" Xuanyuan Jing's cold voice fell, and An Sheng and the four Heavenly Emperors were directly blasted away by the power emanating from her.

"This is bad, Xuan Yuanjing is indeed quite capable."

A green light flashed in Xuan Yuanjing's eyes as she looked at them. Ye Wuxi's boundless Buddha eyes swept over her and broke her will. She pulled Gu Baiyi and Chu Jiangli and quickly transformed into streams of light, disappearing into the demon coffin and fleeing into the distance.

"Then you shall die." The demonic coffin vanished in the blink of an eye. Xuan Yuanjing frowned, drew her bow, and shot an arrow at An Sheng and the other four.

She used a bloodline secret technique of the Xuanyuan clan, which could forcibly enhance cultivation and combat power, but it had an expiration time and a price; otherwise, she would have used it long ago.

After all, in the fourth realm of the Emperor, even for a junior genius, it is normal to break through a minor realm every ten years. Even for a slightly more talented person, without any extraordinary encounter, it would still take three to five years. Such a secret technique that can forcibly improve one's cultivation level is extremely rare.

Just as the arrow locked onto An Sheng and was about to pierce her, the space around her suddenly fluctuated, and she burst into a demonic coffin.

A demonic halberd and a sun and moon sword emerged from it, blocking the arrow, while a delicate hand reached out and grabbed An Sheng.

At the same time, three explosions rang out, and the two Heavenly Emperors and the peak Great Demon of Tianxu could not escape death.

Ye Wuxi and Gu Baiyi coughed up blood and quickly retrieved the Demon Halberd and Sun and Moon Sword. Yao Qianfeng regained control of the Demon Coffin, and the coffin lid closed immediately as he rushed into the giant hall.

"I can't save the others." Ye Wuxi said helplessly, and life force rose from his palm, enveloping everyone.

Now, their coffins have truly crippled them, completely crippled.

Xuan Yuanjing's cultivation level has been comprehensively boosted, which is indeed terrifying. She has the strength of someone in the top ten of the Emperor Ranking. Even though they control a semi-sacred artifact, they are powerless and can only wait for her secret technique to fade away.

Compared to the other senior brothers and sisters and great demons of the Dao Palace, An Sheng's life was definitely more important.

"To be honest..." An Sheng gave a wry smile and quickly began to regulate her breathing again.

"Thank you very much. I will remember your life-saving grace." Baili Che, standing in the corner, had a complicated look in his eyes and solemnly cupped his hands in thanks.

They used to be rivals and had no relationship with each other. Ye Wuxi and the others could have chosen not to save him.

"Don't thank me too soon. Let's talk about it after we get out of the ruins alive."

The structure of the giant hall resembles a long, winding dragon, and the walls are covered with blood-red patterns, like ferocious beasts in battle.

Yao Qianfeng manipulated the demonic coffin downwards until it reached the underground dragon's tail, where he suddenly paused and said, "There's only one pool of blood left, and Xuan Yuanjing has caught up as well."

After he finished speaking, he projected the scene he had perceived into the coffin.

With the coffin lid completely closed, no one except the controller could radiate their divine sense outwards.

"Enter the Demon Pool," Ye Wuxi pondered. They had come here following the blood moon.

Ling Ke told her that there seemed to be dragon energy under the blood moon, and this giant palace was directly facing the blood moon. She also sensed an unusual aura from the blood pool.

As soon as she finished speaking, the demonic coffin plunged into the blood pool, or rather, it wasn't a pool at all, but more like a bottomless lake.

A golden shadow appeared immediately afterward at the dragon's tail, and Xuan Yuanjing hesitated as he gazed at the unknown blood pool.

Her secret technique won't last much longer; she'll be in a weakened state then, and with An Sheng by her side, plus several half-sacred artifacts, her situation will undoubtedly be very dangerous.

"I'll let you off this time," Xuan Yuanjing murmured, ultimately not chasing after them, but returning to the palace above.

She quickly projected some of the magical patterns on the palace walls into her soul sea, estimated the duration of the secret technique, and then boarded the chariot, heading towards the world entrance.

She also left a clone outside the hall to secretly monitor their movements. Her immediate priority was to send out the message and reunite with Xuan Yuan Ce.

Of course, the clone in the shadows was not as advanced as Ye Wuxi's cultivation, and it was obvious that it was not the real Ye Wuxi.

"There seems to be someone at the bottom of the lake?" Yao Qianfeng asked uncertainly after going deeper into the lake for an unknown amount of time.

"Let's go out and take a look. Senior Sister An, you should stay in the coffin and recuperate for now," Ye Wuxi said thoughtfully.

"it is good."

Ye Wuxi came to the lake, and only Chu Jiangli, Gu Baiyi and Yao Qianfeng followed her out.

The four went a little deeper and looked out over the lake bottom. Sure enough, there lay a man who was ten feet tall, with a pair of strange blood-red dragon horns on his head.

"How could he still be alive until now? Could he be a Ninth Tribulation Half-Saint?" Gu Baiyi whispered.

The four held their breath, not daring to disturb the person at the bottom of the lake, whose fate was unknown.

“Nine Tribulations is possible, but it’s more like an empty shell. I don’t know why it can maintain its immortality.” Ye Wuxi’s Boundless Eyes swirled as he spoke in a deep voice.

The ancestors of the Central Ruins were few, but they were all high-level half-saints who had undergone seven to nine tribulations, making them far more powerful than those of the outer ruins.

Those who can survive nine tribulations are basically on the verge of becoming saints. They can be considered true half-step saints, and their bodies are infinitely close to true saintly bodies. They may have special abilities.

"I'll probe from afar." Chu Jiangli raised his arm slightly, and a wisp of strange light shot out, descending upon the body.

The difference from a normal attack is that if the body is abnormal, it is impossible to follow the attack and directly lock onto the person's location, which can greatly reduce the risk of instant death.

“No, there’s still a trace of remnant spirit.” Chu Jiangli’s probing seemed to sink without a trace, but Ye Wuxi’s expression suddenly changed slightly, and he pulled the three of them up a little.

As soon as she finished speaking, the body suddenly stood up, its eyes somewhat stiff and dull. "Intruding into my sleeping place, you deserve to die."

In an instant, the lake water churned and rolled, and a funnel-shaped storm swept up the four people.

“It’s a half-dragon. Its bloodline pressure might be useful.” Ye Wuxi looked at the physical characteristics of the body, thought for a moment, and then quickly summoned Ling Ke.