That was her master, the Nameless Immortal.

She thought her master had disappeared in the Three Realms and could not be found anywhere, but he suddenly appeared when she was in danger.

How come her master is with the Heavenly Emperor?

The question had barely crossed her mind when she heard a piercing shriek that seemed to shake even the soul. A distant storm gathered into a terrifying aura that made her tremble, obscuring the sky and earth, and hurtling towards them with a destructive force. It arrived before them almost instantly.

The spirit sword above her head cried out in agony, struggling to resist the enormous storm. Amidst the piercing and tooth-grinding sound, specks of sword light shattered and dissipated. Wang Shu Shaojun felt her body being torn apart, knowing that the spirit sword had suffered a severe blow.

The spirit sword swayed precariously, held on for a moment, then its spiritual light dimmed and it fell from the sky.

She immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.

Liu Dao Xianjun felt the small snake stirring inside his clothes, as if it was about to jump out. He quickly suppressed it, and the Soul-Startling Bell in his hand transformed into a three-zhang-long bell.

However, he was not even as good as Wang Shu Shaojun. The Jinghun Bell had just encountered the storm and was immediately knocked back, kneeling on the ground with a dejected expression.

On the contrary, Xuanxi Tianjun, with his hands flashing with spiritual light, confronted the storm. However, as the storm drew closer, the spiritual light shattered bit by bit. When he trembled and pressed his dantian, the boundless storm seemed unable to withstand it.

After breathing heavily for a long time, Xuanxi Tianjun felt powerless for the first time. He had been severely injured and barely managed to raise his spiritual energy. His blood and qi were flowing backward and his body became hot, but he felt as if the spiritual energy in his body had been cut off.

His throat tasted metallic and sweet. His vision was even a little blurry. He smiled bitterly to himself, feeling utterly powerless to protect his beloved. But when he saw Wang Shu Shaojun about to summon her spirit sword again, his mind went blank, his body became even hotter and more unbearable, and his will to protect her became even clearer.

A strange cry came from beneath the howling storm.

A giant nine-headed bird took flight, its sharp claws protecting its lover beneath its wings, and plunged into the storm.