Both Bai Xiangwang and Ruji sensed the terrifying killing intent contained in the flute music. Bai Xiangwang curled his lips and said, "It seems a formidable person has arrived. Ruji, you should take her and leave first!"
Ruji replied, "Alright, be careful."
King Bai Xiang laughed and said, "With a beauty like you worrying about me, I will definitely be careful."
Ruji's eyes were alluring as she giggled, "Lord Bai Xiangwang is so eloquent. Alright, I'll take my leave now."
Yan Rong looked at Ru Ji and Bai Xiangwang and wondered if the two of them were having an affair.
After saying this, Ruji stopped talking and left with Yan Rong.
Bai Xiangwang, who remained where he was, looked at the mist that filled the surroundings and said, "Fellow Daoist, you have actually come. Why are you hiding and not daring to show yourself?"
The mist churned, the sound of a flute rang out, and then a boy's laughter echoed. Immediately afterward, a barrage of gleaming throwing knives shot out from the gray mist. These knives were incredibly fast and sharp enough to slice through space itself, leaving deep gashes wherever they went. The White-Haired King frowned, his figure flashing as he dodged the incoming knives.
The flying knife veered off course and continued its attack on King Bai Xiang. King Bai Xiang snorted coldly, and a dazzling silver-white light erupted from his body. This silver-white light then dispersed into tiny arcs of light, which collided with the terrifying flying knives, creating a thunderous roar in the starry sky.
After the flying knife exploded, many withered vines suddenly emerged from the gray mist. These vines carried the power of death, which greatly surprised Bai Xiangwang. Even as a demon god, these vines gave him an extremely sinister feeling.
The vines suddenly covered the entire starry sky, filling his field of vision. The withered vines transformed into withered hands, reaching out to grab him.
How could the White King be easily caught by these withered hands? A large amount of white mist surged from his body. This white mist was icy cold and chilling. The withered hands that attacked him crackled and froze upon touching the mist, and then turned into ice shards.
These white mists were even more bizarre, able to freeze the starry sky. They instantly filled the entire field of vision withered vines, freezing them all, and then turning them all into ice shards.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—
Another barrage of flying knives rained down, but Bai Xiangwang now wielded a sword. With a swift slash, he unleashed a blinding flash of light, shattering all the knives upon contact. The light even cleaved a floating star thousands of miles away. White mist swirled around him, transforming into several graceful women.
Just then, a figure appeared behind King Bai Xiang.
The handsome young man with golden eyes held a long sword in his hand, a sinister smile on his lips, and slashed at the White-faced King. Behind him appeared a giant dragon, a silver-white dragon's avatar, whose roar shook the entire starry sky.
Having flown far away, Ruji, carrying Yanrong, suddenly stopped and looked behind her. Her divine sense couldn't spread out from here, so she couldn't actually see Bai Xiangwang's direction; she could only sense the aura of the dragon clan.
Dragons?
Was that guy a dragon?
Why are the dragons here? What brings them here?
Considering that the Dragon Clan's Immortal Emperor was now just Luo Bai, Ru Ji felt that even if Bai Xiangwang was no match for him, he should be able to escape. Therefore, she did not stop and continued to fly forward with Yan Rong.
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With a rumble, stars burst open one after another.
Several figures were chasing each other in the starry sky. King Bai Xiang was covered in wounds, and his eyes were filled with hatred as he looked at the moving lights.
"Where are you going? Don't go!"
Weren't you very smug before?
"Come on! Let's continue!"
Hundreds of millions of flying knives shot down like meteors, filling the entire starry sky—a truly spectacular sight.
The white mist surrounding King Bai Xiang surged forward, transforming into a frost shield. The flying knives struck the frost shield with resounding thuds. This sound lasted for a considerable time before ceasing. After the echoing sound that reverberated through the starry sky subsided, an incomparably handsome young man was seen floating in the starry sky.
The boy had a long ponytail and wore a robe with sleeves that could be worn by both scholars and warriors. He carried a large sword on his shoulder and looked extremely arrogant.
Not far from the boy, a coffin floated. The coffin was extremely dilapidated, the wood was so rotten that it looked as if it would turn to ashes at the slightest touch, and many withered vines were sprouting from it.
Beside the coffin was a white-clad man wearing a mask. Although his face was not visible, his figure was still elegant and otherworldly, making one imagine that the face beneath the mask was that of an exceptionally handsome man.
"Who exactly are you?" King Bai Xiang asked the young man in a cold voice.
This young man looked similar to the Dragon Emperor Luo Bai and also possessed the aura of the dragon race, but he had never heard of such a person as him in the dragon race. The two guys beside him were even more sinister than the demon race, their auras were extremely strange and constantly changing. Just who were these three guys?
"What are we? This question..."
The boy smiled slyly: "We don't need to answer you. I'll take your body. As for you, die!"
The boy's golden eyes flashed with a cold light, and behind him appeared an enormous Dharma image, but this time, it was not a dragon's Dharma image. Instead, it was a jade-like thousand-armed giant, whose appearance was perfect, like a jade sculpture ten thousand feet tall.
The giant, with his eyes closed, radiates a holy light that illuminates the starry sky and dispels the mist. His robes are magnificent, adorned with many jewels, giving him an aura of antiquity, mystery, and antiquity.
After He appeared, the entire starry sky was filled with falling flowers, and many flying fairies appeared in the mist. The entire starry sky changed its appearance, becoming a pure land surrounded by celestial light and incomparably holy.
"This, this is..."
King Bai Xiang looked shocked.
This, this Dharma form...
He had only seen them in some ancient books—celestial beings!
"Celestial Race!"
He exclaimed in surprise.
Didn't the Celestial Race perish long ago?
"You've got some knowledge, so I'll let you die easily!" the boy said with a smile. He looked innocent and pure, but his words were indeed extremely cruel.
The thousand-armed giant behind him opened its eyes, which were like the sun and moon, displaying different colors, and within its pupils seemed to be a universe. As the giant opened its eyes, the eyes in the palms of its thousand outstretched arms behind it also opened one after another, each pupil flashing with mysterious symbols, releasing supreme laws, and suppressing the White King's primordial spirit.
"No--"
King Bai Xiang let out a cry of resentment.
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