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

Dongfang Mo inwardly cried out in alarm. Lin Dongtian's tone clearly indicated that he had come with ill intentions, and it seemed that he had indeed brought some trouble upon himself.

The four kings of the north were overjoyed. Tuoba Ming immediately cupped his hands to his 'new friends' and said, "Gentlemen, Ye Wuxi is hiding in the border pass. Kill her two allies first, and then wait for the appointed time. She will have to come out whether she likes it or not, and she will die whether she likes it or not."

Yuan Wang and Wei Wang were slightly surprised. They did not expect that Ye Wuxi had offended so many people, from the Nine Lands and Eight Realms to Cangmang and Shangyuan Heaven. Right now, it was more like everyone was pushing a wall when it was about to fall.

“In that case, Brother Yuan and Brother Wei, come with me to lend them a hand. Since Ye Wuxi won’t come out, you allies can go ahead of her.”

Lin Dongtian's voice was indifferent, his eyes carrying the light of destiny and stars, shining directly at the two kings of the East.

"nature."

Without hesitation, Yuan Wang and Wei Wang responded. The terrifying pressure of their bloodlines crashed down, a blatant act of crushing their opponents. They had no reason to refuse.

Although Ye Wuxi did not directly steal their divine roots, she indirectly caused them to be robbed, delaying their breakthrough opportunities and even forcing them to act according to the Lin family's wishes.

"Look what you've done." Dongfang Xiyun said to Dongfang Mo, her tone filled with despair. Her eyes and black hair turned into a hazy purple in an instant, resisting the light of destiny.

A vast purple aura swept from her body, causing her cultivation and fighting spirit to surge to the level of someone at the peak of the Ninth Tribulation.

She hadn't met Ye Wuxi yet, but Ye Wuxi's delay in coming out was not because he was afraid. Judging from the timing of the Origin Qi Cloud's descent, he was most likely still consolidating his Holy Drive and was completely undisturbed by anything.

"I'll say it again, I don't know Ye Wang, I won't team up with her, and I might even lend you a hand."

Faced with the oppressive aura of the Ninth Prince, Dongfang Mo felt a chill run through his soul and immediately made his stance clear.

"You!" Dongfang Xiyun was furious when she heard his words. She knew that what Dongfang Mo said was from the bottom of his heart, not just a temporary measure.

Dongfang Mo remained unfazed. He and Dongfang Xiyun were not from the same lineage, and their relationship was only so-so.

"Do they think we're fools?" Lin Dongtian looked at Dongfang Xiyun's actions and didn't believe Dongfang Mo's words at all.

The two were clearly of the same clan. He had never seen clansmen fight each other in this sacred platform. Even though there was a lot of competition and discord outside, they all chose to be of one mind after entering. Otherwise, it would be difficult to survive on the road ahead.

"Don't trust him." Tuoba Ming's eyes flickered slightly, and he immediately added.

Fate is merciless and people are heartless. They had known their old rival, Dongfang Mo, for a long time. He believed that Dongfang Mo's words were true and that he would not join forces with Ye Wuxi. However, taking advantage of the gathering of the kings to eliminate a powerful opponent would be a good thing for the North.

The Nine Kings unleashed their killing power instantly, even more so than before. The bodies of the two Eastern Kings gradually became stained with blood. Even with the astonishing regenerative power of the Purple Clan bloodline, they could not withstand it at all. Dongfang Mo had no choice but to call out Ye Wuxi's name once again.

"Ye Wuxi, come out."

Outside the Consecration Platform, the atmosphere in Dongsheng Heavenly City was completely different from that in the Northern Alliance Heavenly City. Fine sweat had already appeared on the face of the supreme expert, the Eastern Ancestor.

The same applies to the holy kings of the Eastern Clan.

The saints could not hear any sound and did not know what had happened inside, but they could still roughly guess why the two kings of the East were besieged.

The Cloud King's lineage had complex expressions, bearing the pressure from the other Holy Kings in the clan.

"Once Ye Wang emerges, there might be an opportunity to cooperate with him..."

Within the border pass.

The time barrier surrounding Ye Wuxi shattered with a deafening roar, and he was awakened by the incessant sound. He suddenly opened his eyes and exclaimed, "Is it the Qi of Creation?"

She had only a sliver of consciousness left, which was supposed to wake her up half an hour before the time set by the Supreme Xuan Ye, but now she was disturbed by the will of creation and woke up ahead of time.

"Oh no." Ye Wuxi thought of the Eastern King's constitution and had a bad feeling. She suddenly got up and disappeared.

"It all started with you, and it ends with you today."

As Ye Wuxi stepped onto the boundary gate, familiar voices resounded in her ears, and a sky full of purple mist resembled the afterglow of the setting sun. Amidst the cacophony of killing, her world seemed to have lost its sound and color.

It is the purple hair that fills the sky, its life force ever-flowing, broken into mist; it is the shattered source of purple energy; it is the end of the morning sun's rays.

"Goodbye."

Dongfang Xiyun subconsciously looked towards the boundary, shedding her last purple tear. There was a smile in her tear, a sense of liberation, as her body and soul completely turned into purple light and dissipated.

"Xi Yun..."

Ye Wuxi's voice was hoarse as she raised her hand, but it missed, and she couldn't grab anything.

"You died a worthy death, having done your best for the future glory of the Dongfang clan."

When everyone noticed Ye Wuxi coming to look at her, Dongfang Mo suddenly laughed and whispered, his body radiating purple light, his weakened blood and energy instantly restored, and his life force surged endlessly.

In that instant, Dongfang Mo met Ye Wuxi's extremely cold gaze, and his soul felt as if it had fallen into the deepest hell.

"I don't know her, get lost."

He made a decision in an instant, uttered a sentence indifferently, and then, enveloped in a surging purple light mixed with the aura of innate creation, he instantly rushed towards the star gate that had been opened long ago at the edge of the sky.

When Tuoba Ming's Ancient Overlord Fist struck Dongfang Xiyun, he first stripped Dongfang Xiyun of the mark on her forehead, thus completing the final transformation, turning the blue crown into a purple crown.

At least in the Thirty-One Heavens, he was the first to complete the transformation.

With the death of the Cloud King, the atmosphere on the Eastern Victory Heavenly City suddenly froze, with anger directed towards the north and permeating the interior.

"Alright, it's a good thing that one of them was saved. King Yun didn't die in vain." The Eastern Ancestor seemed much more relaxed in his words.

As long as one person fights to the very end, the Dongfang clan can continue to stand strong; it doesn't matter who it is.

Upon hearing this, the saints of the Cloud King lineage could only suppress their anger.

Seeing that Ye Wang had already emerged, if Dongfang Mo hadn't first removed Yun Wang's mark, given Ye Wang's cultivation path, Dongfang Xiyun might not have been without a chance of survival.

But there are no "what ifs" in this world... Dongfang Xiyun is already dead.

...

No one stopped Dongfang Mo. The Nine Kings instantly surrounded Ye Wuxi, who had stepped out of the boundary, leaving her with nowhere to go.

Ye Wuxi's eyes clouded over as she looked at Tuoba Ming, then at Xuan Yuanbing, and finally at the Ninth Prince, unleashing a powerful killing intent she hadn't felt in a long time.

The sky was instantly filled with heavenly punishment thunderclouds, and deathly aura pressed down, completely obscuring and submerging the Nebula Gate.

The Ninth Prince was momentarily stunned by the terrifying killing intent emanating from her, and for a moment no one uttered a sound; the silence was terrifying.

"Lin Dongtian, who is she?"

Two beams of purple light suddenly shot towards them, breaking the deathly silence and the gathering invincible aura.

"Lei Wei, Fairy Qingmeng, so you're here too." Lin Dongtian looked at the two women who had stepped in and felt a sense of relief.

Lei Wei is a direct descendant of the Taiqing Tianlei Clan, and the Lei Clan is backed by the Thunder God Temple, belonging to the direct system of the temple, which gives them a much higher status in the Heavenly Mandate Temple than the Lin Clan.

According to his observations using the Destiny Technique, Qingmeng is highly likely to be the reincarnation of a powerful being, and specifically a powerful being from the Temple.

"The Thunder Scripture you cultivate can only be practiced by the direct descendants of my Thunder Clan. Where did you, a mortal from the lower realm, come from?"

Lei Wei looked at Ye Wuxi with an icy expression, and at the lightning power surging around her.

It was the aura of her Thunder Clan's Heavenly Punishment Thunder Prison Scripture. Although the technique Ye Wuxi displayed was somewhat different from the complete Thunder Prison Scripture, she was certain that she had not misjudged it.