Imperial henchmen? Never been struck by the sword of the Six Doors (a secret police agency).

Vast Ocean, on the Battlefield

Prince An blocked the sword strike from the corpse of Yayu with one hand.

But he also keenly noticed that the Heavenly Realm of Hatred was changing.

The divine pressure that Erfu had brought him back then was slowly emerging here.

However, compared to Erfu's Celestial Realm, this realm lacks the grand and majestic feel it once possessed.

More than anything, there was the murderous intent of a god, along with the expected indifference and coldness.

This force made Li Junsu feel a slight sense of pressure.

However, the oppressive feeling vanished in an instant.

The Heavenly Might Killing Intent was enraged, and the Heavenly God Killing Intent was directly torn to shreds by the Heavenly Might Killing Intent.

At the same time, the killing intent of Heaven merged into the array patterns of death energy.

The dead zone assimilated the ice surface at an accelerated pace, and the pale golden starlight in the night sky once again transformed into a brilliant gold.

Li Junsu could feel that he and Ru Yuan's deathly aura... or rather, the Great Dao within his body, had become more integrated.

At this moment, a faint, yet palpable, pressure of the Great Dao was emanating from Zhao Han's blade.

Prince An himself could feel his own Dao body beginning to exert its power.

He looked at Yayu's corpse with a mocking expression.

He could feel that his own rhythm was being concealed under the operation of the Dao body.

Or rather, it resonates with the rhythm of heaven and earth, making the corpse of Yayu impossible to capture.

Once the opponent loses their ability to predict the future and thus loses this advantage, the balance of power in the battle will begin to shift.

The corpse of Yayu also discovered this.

The rhythm of the enemy in front of him was fading, but the killing intent remained.

This made the Corpse of Yayu even more serious.

Although the Heavenly God's Killing Intent was blocked by the Heavenly Might Killing Intent, as the corpse of a supreme being, his martial arts were not so simple.

With a single, circular slash, the corpse of Yayu unleashed a dark purple galaxy, interspersed with pale moonlight.

Even the demonic energy and the sense of annihilation, under the interplay of moonlight and dark purple, possess a magnificent beauty.

Li Junsu reversed his grip on the knife and blocked the sword head-on.

However, in terms of physical strength, he was still slightly inferior.

Prince An was forced back two steps by the sword strike.

This time, however, Prince An did not stagger backward.

But the corpse of Yayu did not pursue further; its figure vanished as a wisp of dark purple smoke.

The next instant, the figure appeared beneath the golden sea of ​​stars.

The corpse of Yayu looked down at Prince An, and the hatred for the common people within him slowly transformed into murderous intent towards Prince An.

For the corpse of Yayu, this hatred of the common people is not a help, but rather a burden.

As a supreme being... even a corpse, or just a corpse, does not need to harbor hatred.

When one is powerful enough, hatred can be a driving force to kill enemies, but it will never be the fuel to sustain life.

At this moment, Yayu's corpse transformed the hatred of the common people into a murderous intent towards Prince An.

This made his mind pure, and without any impurities interfering, the Corpse of Yayu let go.

The phantom of the Heaven and Earth Sharpness floated directly in front of the corpse of Yayu.

The pale white longsword was split in two.

Then, it split into four.

Divided into eight parts.

In less than three breaths, ten thousand longswords appeared before Yayu's corpse.

The stars are dim and the moon is dark.

For the first time since the beginning of the battle, the Corpse of Yayu has "spoken".

To be precise, it wasn't about speaking, but rather the first explicit manipulation of rhythm.

The fluctuations emanating from it give people a direct sense of change in artistic conception.

Since the corpse of Yayu has no consciousness, it naturally cannot speak.

Behind the corpse of Yayu, demonic energy erupted, and the chilling intent of star desolation permeated the cold star.

The same pale stars, one after another, floated up from the vast sea.

The pale golden star, originally affected by the light of the Tiangeng star, also regained its pale color because of this artistic conception.

Stars soar into the sky, their pure white light clashing with the dazzling golden light.

The next instant, the lonely moon shone brightly behind the corpse of Yayu, its light completely overwhelming the golden night sky.

Each blade of frost, illuminated by moonlight and starlight, transformed into pure crystal.

Within it, rhythm flows, and a powerful pressure emanates from it.

Upon seeing this, Li Junsu's eyes narrowed.

This move is somewhat similar to the Immortal Priest's Moonfall Slash.

However, unlike the Priests of Immortality, who pursue beauty, their destructive power is somewhat lacking.

If the Corpse of Yayu were to unleash a barrage of swords, and then wield a series of longswords to create a flurry of sword shadows, it would be deadly.

Li Junsu gripped the hilt of Zhaohan's knife and took a deep breath.

"Heaven."

Prince An stepped forward with one foot and lowered his body slightly.

Then, Prince An unleashed his full power of divine killing intent.

A gentle breeze suddenly blew up in the night.

This gentle breeze directly shattered part of the illusory image of the Heaven and Earth Edge.

The rhythm transformed into jade dew, falling directly from the sky.

The silver moon turned to liquid, crashed onto the ice, and vanished without a trace.

At night, I drew a thousand bushels of frost from the cold pool, and poured it onto the ground like broken silver, leaving no trace.

The corpse of Yayu sensed the killing intent of the heavens, which aroused the wrath of the heavens, and its figure vanished instantly.

As the myriad swords fell, the pristine white sword shadows acquired a beauty befitting a god.

Even if it is pale and desolate.

As the rain of swords fell, the figure of Yayu's corpse reappeared.

He held the hilt of a sword and thrust, slashed, cut, or swung it at Prince An.

"Overthrow".

Prince An also moved, his cold blade cleaving through the void and severing the myriad sword rains.

The broken longsword reflected the image of Yayu's corpse, cut in half at the waist.

With a single vertical slash, the corpse of Yayu fell directly at Prince An's head.

Prince An swung his sword upwards, directly colliding with the sword of the corpse of Yayu.

As the two clashed, the ice beneath their feet cracked, sending debris flying everywhere.

Dark purple fragments and black debris floated in mid-air.

Then, pale moonlight fell from the sky onto the battlefield.

This is a silent moon, created by rhythm, yet it is comparable to a real full moon.

As the full moon sets, a powerful pressure emanates from the heavens.

The pristine night sky was shattered, and the cold stars in the heavens cracked under the wrath of the heavens.

One by one, the stars cracked open and then exploded with a deafening roar, creating an incredibly awe-inspiring scene.

The full moon crashed down, followed closely by the might of Heaven.

The dazzling white light caused the leaders of the three major Daoist sects watching the battle to close their eyes.

Bai Xingling also closed her eyes, not because she couldn't look.

Instead, she was enjoying being bathed in starlight.

After a long while, the light faded.

The envoys and others quickly opened their eyes and saw Prince An kneeling on one knee at the edge of the domain, holding a sword hilt in one hand and wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with the other.

The conquest gave me a jolt, but I quickly came to terms with it.

The Supreme One is still the Supreme One, so powerful it's terrifying.

However, the fact that His Highness could fight the opponent like this is already quite impressive.

The envoy then looked at the corpse of Yayu.

It would have been fine if they hadn't looked, but what they saw startled the commander.

It made him take two steps back.

"It's...it's a lie, right?"

Yinming's voice, trembling, also rang out.

On the other side of the battlefield, the corpse of Yayu had retreated about three steps from where he had just slashed with his sword.

This is not the point.

The key point is that the corpse of Yayu, holding a sword in one hand, touched its chest with the other.

Above, there was a tiny slash mark.

Although the wound was small, blood was slowly flowing out.

The corpse of Yayu reached out and touched its wound.

Looking at the bloodstains on his fingertips, he put them to his lips and licked them.

As Yayu's corpse looked at Prince An, its aura became even more magnificent.

Prince An slowly rose to his feet, his expression calm.