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"It's too early to speak. Get past me first!"

"Buzz—!"

The moment the Peacock King took his first step, the Holy Lord of Yaoguang launched a charged attack.

He spread his hands, and a pure white ribbon of light, like a dragon, coiled towards the Peacock King.

"Good timing!"

The Peacock King let out a long howl, and his black hair danced wildly.

A phantom of stars rose behind them, each star twinkling like the sun, shrouding the entire sky.

A meteor fell and shattered a dragon.

The stars shine brightly in the blue sky. This is the Peacock King's trump card that has allowed him to roam freely for two thousand years. Its power is formidable, and it is not something that the Holy Lord of Yaoguang can easily deal with.

In an instant, holy light and starlight shone brightly in the sky, the roars of dragons and the cries of phoenixes rose and fell, peach blossoms fell everywhere, and the blazing sun hung high in the sky.

"Cough cough—", the aging dragon was forced to lie prostrate on the ground by the ever-increasing gravity.

His bones creaked and he spat out blood.

Even so, he insisted on looking up at this once-in-a-century battle.

"Is this the legendary 'Stars Shining in the Blue Sky'? It's truly extraordinary, worth it, absolutely worth it!"

The aging dragon trembled as it transcribed its personal feelings and insights onto the communication jade talisman.

He wanted to use his last breath to offer some hope to the younger generation of his sect.

No matter how much the lesser cultivators below struggled, the fierce battle in the sky continued.

The enormous stars fell in an orderly fashion, and the collision of the celestial bodies and the divine power of the Yao Guang Holy Lord and his companions created a beautiful percussion symphony.

"No matter how many times, your fighting style is always so elegant."

"If you lose, I will still spare your life."

"It's just a pity that you'll probably only be able to sing in the Jade Pool for the rest of your life."

Looking at the Peacock King, who was forced back by the combined efforts of Yao Guang Holy Lord and the other two.

As the Supreme Elder of Yaochi waved the gossamer-thin veil, which was as thin as a cicada's wing but deadly upon contact with blood, he reminisced about the past.

"cough--".

Peacock King, who forced a mouthful of blood out of his mouth, glanced at the Supreme Elder of Yaochi, his handsome face filled with great confusion.

Who are you?

The Peacock King didn't even bother to say another word to the Supreme Elder of Yaochi.

He swept away his exhausted state after being knocked away and let out a sharp, silent bird cry towards Elder Yaochi.

"Clang~~~"

The resounding cry, aimed directly at the soul, struck the soul-defense treasure carried on the wrist of the Supreme Elder of Yaochi.

If it weren't for this supreme treasure blocking the way, this Supreme Elder of Yaochi would probably have already been annihilated.

Even so, she was still so shocked by this that she was disoriented, bleeding from all seven orifices, lost control, and fell off the divine rainbow.

The Peacock King didn't even glance at the despair in the eyes of the Supreme Elder of Yaochi, and headed straight for the ancient palace.

The Holy Lord of Yaoguang and his pursuers will arrive soon, and he must seize this opportunity to see the Demon Emperor's secret technique that Yan Ruyu mentioned.

Suspended in the air, the Peacock King hurriedly glanced at the so-called secret technique of the demon race.

In that instant, it was as if a sun had exploded in his mind.

All his past doubts seemed to be answered in this secret method, and the true meaning of change resonated in his mind.

"Damn it, is that stupid woman really from Yaochi?"

Looking at the Peacock King, who was immersed in enlightenment, the good mood of the Holy Lord Yaoguang who had just defeated his old rival vanished instantly!

How could you be so naive? How could you let the Peacock King see that secret technique?

What if he just happens to be one step away from breaking through the barrier to the Legend of Sword and Fairy 3?

Who among them can survive the Great Tribulation of Immortal Realm? And who can deal with the Peacock King who has broken through to the Third Immortal Realm?

Faced with the fear in his heart, the Holy Lord of Yaoguang rubbed his palms together, and two halos of light that tore small cracks in the void wrapped around his hands.

This is his ultimate technique, which he has been working on for hundreds of years: an eight-point aura.

As long as it hits, even if it's a Dao-Slaying King, he's confident he can cut the opponent into eight pieces!

With a shimmering halo around him, the Holy Lord Yao Guang's body became oval, and he resolutely lunged at the Peacock King, who was engrossed in enlightenment, as if the sun were piercing through the sky.

The Peacock King felt he had seized an opportunity to observe the Demon Emperor's secret techniques, and the Holy Lord of Yao Guang also felt he had found a sure-fire way to kill him.

Now is the time to eliminate this major threat!

"boom--!"

The demonic patterns on the ancient hall flickered, and the half-closed door suddenly swung open.

"What bad luck! What bad luck! What bad luck!"

A blue dragon, along with Ye Fan, was wrapping its arms and legs around a fat Taoist priest.

With his hair charred black, Sect Leader Li ran forward as fast as he could.

"Aaaaah, you little thief deserves to die!"

Following them, a bull-horned demon at the Dao Palace realm, radiating a vibrant green light, also rushed out.

Then, a burst of precious light, as if it were free, gushed out from the main hall.

The moment he emerged, Pang Bo saw Sha Xiao, who was bound by numerous chains and array patterns.

At this moment, he was communicating with the Azure Emperor Soldier hanging above his head with his eyes closed, sorting through the Venerable One's memories.

"Old Sha, I found another gray one!"

Pang Bo shouted as he frantically approached Sha Xiao.

"You damned Heavenly Venerable! That's mine! You're stealing it!"

The fat man, who was being held tightly in Pang Bo's arms and enduring Ye Fan's punches, was furious and frustrated.

From the time he can remember, he has always been the one who digs up other people's ancestral graves; no one else has ever been allowed to rob him.

However, Pang Bo and Ye Fan both possessed a fierce and shrewd energy that could subdue dragons and tigers.

Once tied up by the two of them, the fat man wouldn't be able to break free anytime soon without resorting to underhanded methods.

The lush green old demon was the first to see the Yao Guang Holy Lord who was about to take advantage of the Peacock King's enlightenment to kill him.

"The Peacock King!"

The old demon let out a shriek, his soul leaving his body, and his weakened divine sense at the Saint Lord level erupted without reservation.

With a "whoosh," the old demon crashed into the mind of the Holy Lord of Yao Guang, forcing him to interrupt his fatal attack.

"Alright, alright, so it's that little guy we missed back then."

In an instant, the Holy Lord of Yaoguang recognized the identity of the master of the divine sense.

He roared with a sinister grin, holy light concentrated in his mind, and his eyes flashed with a holy light that seemed to be real.

Instantly, the divine sense of the nineteenth-generation descendant of the Azure Emperor wailed as it was scorched by the holy light, shrinking by half, and was driven out covered in wounds.

"Thank you, fellow Daoist. Leave the rest to me."

Upon hearing the roar of the nineteenth-generation descendant of the Azure Emperor, the Peacock King awoke from his enlightenment.

He used his divine power to create a protective barrier for the nineteenth-generation descendant of the Azure Emperor, and pushed him out of the battlefield to settle him.

Turning around to look at the Imperial Dragon Sword that had already reached the tip of his nose, the Peacock King curled his lips in disdain and let out a dragon's roar.

In an instant, the nine dragon energies on the sword vanished on their own, like a cunning snake that had seen a real dragon.

"Crack crack crack," the Imperial Dragon Sword, having lost the blessing of dragon energy, crumbled inch by inch.

"Pfft—", the old prince of the Great Xia Dynasty, who already looked like a skeleton, coughed up blood and retreated three miles.

The Peacock King glanced at the Holy Lord of Yao Guang, a slight smile playing on his lips, and strode forward, his footsteps causing the void to tremble.

"Looks like we're losing another old friend today!"