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

"Speaking of which, King Qiu should be thanking me. Why bother allying with a piece of trash?" Ye Wuxi's eyes were as black as ink, and his voice spread out calmly, as one after another, immortal death demon kings surged forth.

"The demonic sound is useless against me. Whether it's crippled or not, it won't affect your defeat today..." Bai Qianqiu's face stiffened for a moment, then his cold voice transformed into freezing power that swept through and broke through the demonic barrier.

That invisible, freezing sound, like an ancient curse from a witch, rushed straight into Ye Wuxi's mind, trying to shatter her belief in the Great Dao.

She pursues the highest peak in cultivation, unlike Yu Shaojing who plays on sentimental bonds. She has no feelings for Tuoba Jin; they are merely a link between the Ice Feather Holy Dynasty and the Tuoba Clan.

Originally, she thought Tuoba Jin's physique was quite good, so she didn't object, since it was just a matter of appearances anyway.

Just as they were about to unite and become a community of shared interests, Tuoba Jin suffered a crushing defeat in the Lower Realm, causing a great uproar. This was undoubtedly a disgrace to her.

Of course, the alliance is not up to them. It doesn't matter whether Tuoba Jin is crippled or not, but she cannot be crippled.

"Are you sure this is demonic sound?" Ye Wuxi's voice was slow, his body in the darkness resembling both a demon and a Buddha, his soul sea impervious to all laws.

Bai Qianqiu's eyes narrowed slightly. The deathly demonic sound that had destroyed her soul returned, but suddenly transformed into a giant Buddha. Boundless Buddhist words reverberated endlessly, trying to break her will.

Immediately afterwards, the immortal demon kings of heaven and earth faintly emitted Buddhist light, raised their hands to condense a Buddhist-demonic hand, and suddenly slammed it towards the ancient demon saint shadow that covered the sky behind her.

"Two great demon kings, and Ye Wang seems to have no waning fighting spirit, not at all at a disadvantage." The crowd stared at the two blurry figures in the darkness, somewhat unsure of the battle situation.

The battle between the two appeared calm, but it was actually a terrifying clash of their souls and wills.

"The Buddha and the Demon of Heaven-Slaying were also sealed away." The voices of the Buddha and the Demon were confusing, the ancient demon saint's image shattered, blood spilled from the corner of Bai Qianqiu's mouth, and a strange black ice pattern suddenly condensed between his brows.

With the blessing of the sacred runes, her fighting spirit soared wildly, and a terrifying ancient saintly will manifested and trembled out, shattering the pressing undying hand and freezing the immortal Buddha and demon of heaven and earth.

"Kill." She spread her wings again, unleashing a terrifying, icy demonic wind, as if countless ancient demons were roaring, freezing the places shrouded in darkness, and the demonic fire and lightning on Ye Wuxi's body solidified.

Ye Wuxi's golden dress was slightly stained with blood, and the power of lightning punishment in her eyes raged with the intent to destroy sainthood. The space around her collapsed, shattering the all-pervasive darkness and ice.

"Break!" Three demonic spirits appeared behind her, her combat power rising to its peak once again. With a palm strike, the Vermilion Bird phantom, engulfed in holy fire, swept out, incinerating the ancient demonic ice of heaven and earth, and shooting straight at Bai Qianqiu.

"Flames have no effect on me," Bai Qianqiu said coldly, spreading his wings and moving through the darkness, making it impossible for anyone to spot his true form.

Black ice walls rose up from the sky and earth, giving rise to an endless stream of sharp arrows that continuously blocked and extinguished the sacred flame.

"Is that so?" A calm voice came from the ball of fire. Bai Qianqiu's eyes were wary. The flames that were dancing in the void suddenly transformed into extreme Yin Ice, which swept across and froze all the laws of space, even the power of time itself.

All things arise from one another; the supreme Yang sacred fire is also the extreme Yin ice.

Bai Qianqiu, whose speed was too fast to be caught, froze all his clones and afterimages in an instant. The surrounding dark energy was frozen, and a greatsword of punishment appeared above his head and slashed down.

"Is it going to be a defeat?" The crowd murmured as they watched the sword gradually cleave through the darkness and bring back the light.

"Let's go." Yu Shaojing had already returned to the luxurious golden cabinet. Looking at this scene, he immediately gave a cold order to the guards around him.

As soon as he finished speaking, a white figure, enveloped in the ancient demonic holy wings covered with crimson sword marks, crashed towards the golden chariot of the Ice Feather Holy Dynasty.

"Won't King Qiu have a cup of tea before he leaves?"

With a resounding crash, a terrifying azure dragon's claw traversed the void, shattering the enormous witch wings and revealing Bai Qianqiu's back, which was no longer as ethereal as it had initially appeared.

"Go." Bai Qianqiu spat out a mouthful of blood, raised his holy aura, and with icy eyes, flashed into the carriage.

The Holy Dynasty's protector simply pulled up the golden chariot and rode away, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

The two kings came with great force but were quickly defeated and fled. The aftershocks subsided, and Mu Yao removed the defensive shield of the King's Platform.

Ye Wuxi, dressed in a golden dress and draped with a shawl, gracefully landed before the throne, her gaze sharp and untouched by blood.

Despite losing two kings in a row, he remained calm and composed. Everyone who looked at the figure on the throne on the stage couldn't help but gasp.

Ye Wang's name will likely resound throughout the Nine Lands of Ancient Xuan from now on. Having defeated three great holy bodies in succession, who would dare to underestimate him?

"That's enough, let's end it here." Ye Wuxi was far from being so composed; he was merely putting on an act. He immediately spoke to the Dao Palace elder, boarded the immortal chariot, and returned to the Dao Palace, silently coughing up blood.

Her physical body hasn't broken through yet, so this show of bravado against the two kings will come at a price...

Ye Wuxi still lived in Zhaoyang Hall of Ziwei Palace.

"Greetings, Your Highness." Zhuo Hua stepped in with four elderly women of profound presence, bowing respectfully.

"No need for formalities, five elders. Does Half-Saint Hua have any clues about the origin of the Holy Sword?" Ye Wuxi asked with a deep gaze.

After being crowned queen, she officially gained four personal guardian elders, all of whom were at the eighth level of the tribulation. Zhuo Hua, who was at the seventh level of the tribulation, was also completely under her command.

All five were surnamed Zhuo and seemed to be from the same clan. Although the four eighth-level cultivators had higher cultivation levels than Zhuo Hua, they were more respectful to Zhuo Hua.

However, she didn't care about the origins of these semi-saint elders; they just needed to follow her orders as they traveled around.

"It is clear that it is not in the Eight Realms. As for the Nine Lands, they are too large, with many large and small Saint-level forces, making it difficult to investigate. It will take some time."

"Investigate with all your might."

After explaining the matter of the Holy Sword, Ye Wuxi and the disciples of the Wine House returned to the Changqing Heavenly Emperor's Mansion.

"We'll have to wait a while longer. Second Senior Brother, you can go back to cultivate first. Once we have news, we can all gather in Kunlun City to enter the Ancient Profound Realm," Ye Wuxi said thoughtfully.

"It's good to go back and make a breakthrough as soon as possible. As it stands, Master's soul slip is in pretty good condition." Chu Jiangli said, looking at the three who were somewhat hesitant.

"With such trashy cultivation, you can't break through anywhere. Why don't you try our Divine Tiger Clan's training methods?"

Just then, Gai Wanshuang walked in with a smile.

"That's right." Ye Wuxi's eyes lit up. The Divine Tiger Clan already had high-level semi-saint powerhouses, plenty of resources, and even the soul of a Saint King. Why bother receiving instruction from a mid-level Saint Master at the Dao Palace?

That's enough, at least until they become demigods.

"Then let's stay in Changqing and talk about it after we find our master," Du'e and the other two decided immediately.

“In that case, I’d like to return to Cangqiong,” Ye Wuxi said after a moment’s thought.

More than ten years have passed since she became Empress and left the Azure Sky. It's time to go back and see her relatives and friends. Of course, most importantly, she also wants to explore some places that puzzled her in the past.

“I’ll go with you,” Gai Wanshuang suddenly said. She also had many questions, and this trip might be able to answer them.

"it is good."

In the Four Directions Guiding Forest of Dongling, Ye Wuxi, dressed in green, stepped into the passage to the Azure Sky Continent, with a snow-white kitten on his shoulder.