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

Qi Jian and Ji Changsheng were still fighting, and Ji Changsheng was unable to gain the upper hand after a long battle.

"The body of divine punishment can be said to be the embodiment of the negative will of the Heavenly Dao, while the righteous energy of the Great Righteousness restrains this will."

"If King Ji wants to retain the shackles of the power of Heaven, he will never be able to defeat King Qi."

The powerful figures outside the Consecration Platform saw through Ji Changsheng's thoughts. In fact, Ji Changsheng's two battles didn't need to be that difficult. He wanted to save as many trump cards as possible to aim for a higher ranking.

Ji Changsheng took a breath and, with no other choice, released his innate shackles, using absolute power to blast through the righteous light surrounding Qi Jian.

"How many more battles can you win?" Qi Jian was not discouraged and left these words behind as he was sent back to the dragon pillar.

"At least you lost, she's next." Ji Changsheng sneered.

The top five positions are unshakeable, and the fourth round of battles is just around the corner.

The Ten Kings reappear in the Five Directions Dragon Platform world, and this time Ye Wuxi's opponent is Dongfang Mo.

Dongfang Mo's Great Creation Technique flowed, his eyes turned purple, and his eyes contained a purple galaxy as if he had created a world. He had seen through all things and was given a vast power. With a wave of his hand, the gates of creation of heaven and earth spread everywhere.

"Heaven-cutting sword!"

His body radiated a powerful sword intent, with purple sword light surging forth from the portal, seemingly coming from another world and gathering the immense power of that world.

The Sacred Sword of Creation can cleave the heavens and slay all things.

He has already broken ties with Ye Wang, so he won't be careless at all.

"Did the Eastern King go all out right from the start? I wonder if he's wary of Ye Wang's sword, or if he's determined to defeat Ye Wang."

"The two kings seemed to have chosen two different paths when they were in the Thirty-First Heaven. The current strong offensive may be due to the Eastern King's unwillingness to accept defeat. After all, in terms of fighting spirit, the Ye King has already won."

The powerful figures outside were surprised by Dongfang Mo's performance, which was quite different from his previous fighting style, but no one believed he would win.

"You want to kill me with your sword? Guess how many sword strikes it will take me to kill you." Ye Wuxi's Rebirth Eyes bloomed, shattering his purple eyes, while also carrying the aura of immortal swords. With each step, a green lotus appeared, and with each lotus, a new space appeared, and the River of Life Swords swept endlessly.

The Heaven-Slaying Sword could cleave through heaven and earth, but it could not sever the River of Life, nor break through the Azure Lotus Space. It vanished without a trace before it could even reach Ye Wuxi.

A wisp of death energy stained the galaxy of Dongfang Mo's purple eyes. The sound of the Great Dao followed the death energy, passing through his eyes and surging into his soul sea, causing it to vibrate endlessly.

Like the will of death, like the voice of a Buddha offering salvation, it stirred up the fear hidden deep in his soul.

Even now, he still doesn't want to believe that Ye Wuxi was able to fight his way out of that world. Ye Wuxi killed almost all the geniuses of a whole world by himself. How many swords would it take to kill him?

In his daze, the world in his purple eyes shattered with a deafening roar, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. The gate of creation of heaven and earth was also blasted and shattered by the lawless sword power.

"Don't even think about messing with me." Dongfang Mo snapped out of his daze and shouted coldly. Bathed in purple flames, he unleashed ninety-nine Heaven-Seizing Hands, seizing the creation of heaven and earth and crushing the Azure Lotus Space.

"You have already lost." Ye Wuxi's voice was calm. He manifested a void ice path, freezing and cracking the indestructible purple hand. In an instant, a thousand autumns and ten thousand ages of sword light poured down, slashing towards Dongfang Mo from all directions, penetrating every gap and unstoppable.

Dongfang Mo's body was being torn apart, his white hair was flying wildly in the wind of the sword, and her demonic voice kept echoing in his mind. His soul felt like it was about to explode, and he couldn't even utter the words of admitting defeat.

"What is Ye Wang doing..."

"Does she still intend to kill the King of the East?"

The kings stared in horror at Dongfang Mo, whose lifespan was rapidly ebbing away; the rules of battle forbade taking lives.

Ye Wuxi's dark eyes remained fixed on Dongfang Mo's eyes, a desolate and deathly aura swirling around him as he stepped towards him, as if he were a god who controlled his life.

She didn't intend to defy the rules, but teaching Dongfang Mo a lesson was acceptable.

"This madman, if he can't kill, does he just leave someone with a breath left?"

Having just finished their battle, Ju Xiao and Ji Changsheng shuddered as they looked at the white-haired figure.

"Ye Wang is still quite kind..." Ju Xiao suddenly murmured with some relief. He seemed to have provoked Ye Wang during the previous battle, but Ye Wuxi did not hold a grudge against him.

And Little Barbarian King openly said her surname was Ye, but Ye Wang didn't do anything to her, he just defeated her and that was it.

I don't know what heinous thing Dongfang Mo did, but Ye Wuxi made it so that he couldn't even admit defeat.

"King Ye is deliberately injuring people and will not allow King Mo to admit defeat. Please, Lord Xuan Ye, stop him."

At the behest of the Eastern Ancestor, the First Saint King of Dongsheng Heavenly City rose and addressed the ruler on the altar with a booming voice.

With only a mouthful of life essence left, what use is life? He definitely won't be able to fight the next battle, and there's a high chance he'll be kicked out of the group of nine.

"I have my own judgment; it is not your place to speak here."

As Xuan Ye Supreme's voice fell, the killing began, and the body of the Eastern Saint King exploded.

Shenxuan City fell silent. As the eyes of all the powerful figures were drawn to this scene, a hazy light ignored all barriers and shone into the Dragon Platform World, unnoticed by anyone.

Dongfang Mo suddenly came to his senses and cried out in terror that he had given up.

"How could he possibly break free? That bit of power definitely wasn't his..." Ye Wuxi frowned, forced to quell the attack.

"What is the Heavenly Mandate Temple doing?" Xuan Ye, the Supreme Being who personally controlled the Consecration Platform, was the only one who could sense that external force. His eyes suddenly darkened, and his divine sense saw a white shadow through the endless void.

"You, the Azure God, don't want this child, but I, the Heavenly Mandate, must take him in. He cannot die." The Heavenly Mandate Temple expert spoke frankly, completely disregarding the consensus that no one could interfere.

Rules are meant to be broken; people only follow them when there's no one worth taking action against.

Among the top ten prodigies of this year, only Dongfang Mo's physique is worthy of the Heavenly Fate Temple's focused development and cultivation.

"If I remember correctly, all the prodigies of this generation should belong to my palace." Supreme Xuan Ye said coldly, and still sent the two kings back to the dragon pillar.

All the kings and powerful figures inside and outside the Consecration Platform were secretly puzzled. The Dongfang Clan had just paid the price of a Saint King's life, yet Dongfang Mo was able to admit defeat.

Dongfang Wang didn't seem like someone who would actively break free before, and judging from Ye Wang's expression, he was clearly surprised as well.

The Eastern Ancestors were dumbfounded. Of course they knew the consequences of talking to the Xuan Ye Supreme. They could only send a Saint to his death, which meant he died in vain.

"I voluntarily concede defeat in the next battle and will only fight the weakest opponent, the ninth-ranked one. I hope Lord Xuan Ye will allow this."

Dongfang Mo suddenly looked at the empty sky and spoke respectfully.

Although he inexplicably broke free, normal rest time is not enough for him to adjust his condition. Forcing himself to fight will only hasten his elimination. It would be better to focus on recuperating.

"Regardless, this is not against the rules. Both our temples know Feng Xi's background. There is no reason to let her become a saint on the spot." The voice of the powerful figure from the Heavenly Fate Temple drifted into Xuan Ye's mind.

Xuan Ye Supreme did not refute her words, and his two words resounded throughout the Consecration Platform, "Granted."