As he watched Qin Qianluo slowly rise, a sudden, ominous premonition surged through Tiandao's heart, instantly overwhelming his remaining composure.

He clearly sensed that his spiritual power was completely exhausted and his meridians were broken. He had little strength left to even raise his hand, let alone fight back. He was like a fish on a chopping board.

Xin Ziming, who was leaning casually on the chaise lounge, had a fierce and menacing look hidden deep in her phoenix eyes, like a lurking tiger.

The slightest movement will transform into the most lethal attack.

Before his demotion, with his power to control the order of heaven and earth, overturning this world and crushing the two people before him would have been a simple matter of snapping his fingers.

But now, even self-preservation has become a luxury, and He can only feel the shadow of death closing in on Him in despair.

Qin Qianlu felt only a fleeting sense of emotion – after being entangled with the Heavenly Dao for several years, from initially being passively dealt with to now actively seeking a resolution, it had all come to this.

Without further hesitation, she raised her hand and grasped the hilt of the Crimson Phoenix Sword. The sword seemed to awaken with a buzzing sound, and the blazing flames rising around it made her eyes appear even calmer.

The immense spiritual energy, like a surging river, flowed continuously down his arm into the sword, converging at the tip into a condensed, almost tangible beam of light.

With a world-destroying aura, it steadily pointed towards the heart of the Heavenly Dao.

She still retained a bit of a soft heart—the Heavenly Dao was now transformed into a woman, her brows and eyes carrying the usual arrogance, yet she was still quite beautiful.

It would be too cruel to disfigure a woman's face with a single sword strike. It's always better for a woman's appearance to remain intact.

The Heavenly Dao was stunned by the spiritual power contained in the sword, and retreated repeatedly, staggering and crashing into the void barrier behind it with a dull thud.

With nowhere left to retreat, He watched helplessly as the longsword, burning with raging flames, drew ever closer to Him.

The flickering flames on the sword magnified in his pupils, burning away the last vestige of hope.

His eyes instantly filled with disbelief and shock, as if only now did he truly believe that Qin Qianluo, whom he had always regarded as an ant, actually dared to wield the Blade of Heaven-Slaying!

But even with his last ounce of strength, he couldn't move a fingertip, and could only watch helplessly as the Crimson Phoenix, like a streak of crimson lightning, pierced precisely through his chest.

The moment the excruciating pain struck, He closed His eyes in resentment, perhaps not understanding where He had gone wrong until the very last moment before His consciousness faded.

With a slight twist of her wrist, Qin Qianluo drew out the Crimson Phoenix Sword, and the flames on its blade gradually subsided as her spiritual energy receded.

Only a few drops of warm liquid remained, sliding down the blade and dripping into the void, where they instantly evaporated.

Looking at the Heavenly Dao again, its form was like a sand painting blown away by the wind, disintegrating inch by inch from its heart, turning into countless shimmering points of light.

Like a shattered star that hovered in the air for a moment before finally dissipating completely into the chaos, leaving not even a trace of its existence.

Xin Ziming watched all of this, lazily raised her hand to brush a strand of hair behind her ear, and gently pursed her lips.

Having lived for countless millennia, how could she not see Qin Qianluo's hesitation at the last moment—the sword strike could have been faster and more powerful, but it deliberately slowed down by half an inch and deviated by half an inch.

Well, it's not so bad to be a little soft-hearted. At least it proves that there is still warmth in her heart, and that she has not been worn into a cold blade by the world.

With her around, anyone who wants to bully Qin Qianluo will have to think twice and ask her, the only nine-tailed fairy fox in the heavens, if she agrees.

Just when everyone thought the protracted standoff had finally come to an end and their tense nerves were beginning to relax.

A sudden, powerful suction force emerged, like an invisible giant hand, pulling everyone present in with irresistible force.

In a dizzying moment, all that could be heard was the whistling wind. When my feet finally touched the ground and I managed to stand firmly, the surroundings were completely unfamiliar.

Qin Qianluo's eyes instantly filled with vigilance, her sharp gaze sweeping across the surroundings like a drawn sword—the area was shrouded in mist.

The fog was so thick you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, and it exuded an ancient and mysterious aura. Underfoot was a solid ground of unknown material, and in the distance, the faint sound of bells could be heard.

Feng Qingyun and Yao Guang reacted extremely quickly, almost as soon as they regained their footing, they led the Sword Sect members to quickly gather around her.

The crisp sound of longswords being drawn echoed in unison, forming an impenetrable human wall that protected her in the center, each person vigilant and ready for battle.

Only Xin Ziming remained half-reclined on that magnificent chaise lounge.

It was as if the suction force, powerful enough to tear space apart, had no effect on her; she landed steadily on a floating cloud.

She even leisurely smoothed out non-existent wrinkles on her skirt, her expression calm and composed, as if the dizziness she had just experienced was nothing more than a gentle breeze brushing past her ears.

His gaze fell on Long Nanzhi, who was standing protectively in front of him—this little girl, though slender, was standing ramrod straight at the moment.

Like a green bamboo braving the wind and snow, her tightly clenched fists betrayed her nervousness, but her eyes were full of an unmistakable protectiveness.

Xin Zimo couldn't help but raise her hand and gently touch her head, her fingertips carrying a hint of warmth.

Then, she looked up into the depths of the void, her voice still languid, but with a slight upward slant at the end.

With an undeniable chill, she said, "Hey old man, you've scared my friend."

"You little fox, I haven't done anything outrageous. I just invited you all to sit down."

A majestic yet gentle voice came from the depths of the void, like an ancient bell on a mountaintop being swayed by a gentle breeze, mellow and far-reaching.

With the power to pierce through chaos, it quietly soothed Qin Qianluo's tense nerves.

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