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

"Who?" The Desolate Demon Half-Saint raised his eyes, his gaze sharp, and reached out to grab into the lightning mist.

Just then, the Thunder Box shone brightly, and a force much stronger than before shot out from the clasp.

The half-saint of the desolate demon was closest to the attack and immediately felt his hair stand on end. He abruptly changed the direction of his attack, but it was in vain.

The attacks collided, and several terrifying explosions rang out. A sixth-tribulation half-saint was pierced through by a bolt of lightning, and his disciples who were close by were all blown to pieces.

On the contrary, the six disciples who were about to go up survived, only to be blasted away by the aftershock.

The sky was shattered by the lightning and mist, and Ye Wuxi also crashed to the ground.

The six demons and Ye Wuxi locked eyes, and one of the demons suddenly exclaimed, "Ye Wuxi, it's you!"

Ye Wuxi's power was blasted away, revealing her original appearance, which no disciple who had been on the battlefield would forget.

No one expected her to be so audacious as to dare to run to the Wild Demons and even follow them into this area after just killing the three half-saints of the Wild Demons.

A murderous glint flashed in Ye Wuxi's eyes, and the lightning box suddenly opened completely, letting out a terrifying roar.

Everyone's hearts trembled, and they all looked over. They saw a white tiger's shadow appear in the box. Before they could escape, the roar turned into a raging storm of thunder and lightning, engulfing the man and the six demons into the box.

The seven people disappeared, and the opened box slammed shut again, covered with a layer of lightning. It was no longer the original Thunder Prison Force, but the power of the White Tiger.

Inside the box was a world of golden lightning, and at the center of that vortex of golden lightning lay a massive, decaying white tiger.

Ye Wuxi and the others lay scattered to the side, coughing up blood. They glanced around cautiously, their eyes flashing with horror.

"Senior..." The one person and six demons didn't have time to fight amongst themselves, and they all stood up and respectfully addressed the white tiger.

"My days are numbered. You few are quite suitable. Are you willing to inherit my legacy?" The White Tiger opened his eyes and his voice was somewhat hoarse.

Everyone was stunned, not expecting that Baihu had brought them in for such a good reason.

"Now that the seal on the Thunder Box has been broken, can't you leave, Senior?" Ye Wuxi asked cautiously.

Zheng and the others' eyes flickered slightly, but they remained silent. It was best to be wary of such unexpected windfalls.

"I am unable to leave this Thunder Box. The recent summons is only for the purpose of inheritance. The fact that you few have come is already beyond my expectations." The White Tiger's voice was weary, and he had no intention of explaining further.

"We are willing," everyone replied hastily.

"However, my inheritance is not so easy to obtain, and it will only be passed on to one person. Only the one with the strongest combat talent is worthy of possessing it." Baihu's voice became a few degrees heavier as he said this.

"What does Senior mean?" asked the disciple of the Desolate Demon Sect, a sense of foreboding creeping over him.

"Only one of you seven can live, and the last one to survive will inherit my legacy." The White Tiger's voice was calm. "Remember, you can only rely on yourself. Don't even think about challenging my remaining power."

Hearing its words, the seven immediately distanced themselves. Zheng's face was filled with joy, while Ye Wuxi's eyes flashed with a dark light as he analyzed the possibility of waking up Wei to deal with this decaying white tiger.

Unable to use her own weapons, she was no match for the Heavenly Emperor's prodigy, not to mention the ferocious beast Zheng, who was only a little over a hundred years old in human years, yet whose aura was stronger than that of Xuan Jun, who was ranked first.

If she had known that Baihu would pull this stunt, she should have summoned Wei outside to kill that half-saint and this group of people, and then opened the seal to enjoy the inheritance alone.

"Wait, given that this girl is only a True Emperor, you should all keep your cultivation at the level of a True Emperor in this battle."

Just as Zheng's lips curled into a slight smile, preparing to crush everyone, Baihu's voice suddenly rang out.

Ye Wuxi looked surprised and quickly stopped waking up Wei. Zheng and several disciples of the Wild Demon Sect stiffened and looked at her with hostility.

After his trip to the Half-Saint Battlefield, Ye Wuxi's name became incredibly famous in the Demon Saint Dao Palace. Among those of the same realm, even the Golden Crow and the Roc, with their innate royal lineages, were no match for him, let alone them.

"If we don't suppress them, they'll die," the White Tiger said, seeing that everyone had stopped moving.

The six members of the Wild Demon Clan quickly suppressed their cultivation levels. Zheng coldly shouted, "Kill her first, then we'll settle the score among ourselves."

As the six demons charged in unison, Ye Wuxi's blood surged forth, and he said calmly, "Internal strife is no good. I'll send you on your way."

As her voice fell, the six demons and their attacks were frozen. Then, space shattered, transforming into a raging torrent of sword light that obscured the sun and moon.

In the blink of an eye, the five demons were annihilated, utterly powerless to resist.

"I'm not one of those weaklings who can be slaughtered at your mercy."

Suddenly, the aura of the ferocious beast soared into the sky, breaking free from the freezing domain and the Burial Sword. Its voice transformed into a thunderous storm, slashing down towards Ye Wuxi.

"Is there a difference?" Ye Wuxi watched him break the seal without any expression, her body not moving an inch in the face of the oncoming attack.

With her current control over the stillness domain and swordsmanship, she can completely ignore the gap between the early and peak stages of True Emperor. As long as she doesn't rely on weapons or external aids, she can say that the vast majority of people cannot withstand this moment.

Perhaps there are monstrous beings with divine bodies who can break through, but the Zheng is definitely not among them.

"Are you provoking me?" Before Zheng's attack could reach Ye Wuxi, it was shattered by Baihu's voice.

"Senior, this is not fair..." Zheng roared, but before he could finish speaking, a storm suddenly descended and engulfed his body.

"Azure Dragon, Vermilion Bird, Black Tortoise..."

"You little brat, you're just waiting for my bloodline, aren't you? You were the one who opened the Thunder Box seal?"

The white tiger's gaze fell on the bloodline phantom on Ye Wuxi's body, and it spoke in a nonchalant tone.

"I am physically weak and have only recently acquired a method of body refinement. As for matters of bloodline, I will naturally respect your wishes, senior. If you are unwilling, I will do my best to help you get out of the Thunder Box and reappear in the world."

A hint of embarrassment appeared in Ye Wuxi's eyes. He concealed his bloodline and politely cupped his hands in greeting.

"You speak so shrewdly, but how could I not know what you're thinking?" The White Tiger sneered.

Hearing this, Ye Wuxi simply shut up. If she didn't want to hear the polite compliments, so be it. She didn't like to talk anyway, but when facing a big shot whose personality and background she didn't know, it was always safer to flatter him a little.

"Ordinary humans have never lacked wisdom, and indeed, it is the best physical form for cultivation. The idea of ​​fusing the bloodline of sacred beasts to create an unparalleled physical body is very bold, and it has indeed been achieved."

The surroundings were quiet. After a long sigh, Baihu suddenly said, "The idea is good, but in my opinion, it's still a little lacking."

"Please enlighten me, senior." Ye Wuxi thought for a moment, then frowned and asked.

With the acquisition of some sacred texts, she roughly deduced the true grade of the Nine Revolutions Four Symbols Technique. It was indeed an excellent body-refining technique, but she also knew clearly that it could not support her cultivation to the highest level she knew.

"Supreme does not mean invincible. Without absolute power, even the strongest body is not necessarily indestructible," the White Tiger said, expressing his thoughts.

"Isn't the power strong enough..." Ye Wuxi pondered. The four sacred beasts already represented four ultimate powers, which she thought was more than enough.