Ling Sanqiu was growing increasingly terrified. His supreme sword intent, capable of splitting the heavens and destroying the earth, was utterly useless against Tian Jiu'er!
Even without the Falling Clouds Sword Immortal drawing his sword, the immortal light surrounding Tian Jiu'er alone was enough to easily obliterate his sword intent without a trace!
He stared wide-eyed at the scene before him in disbelief.
He couldn't believe that all his attacks were so fragile in front of his former junior sister, as vulnerable as rotten wood!
They were once known as the Three Heroes of Xuantian, and now he has broken through the Quasi-Emperor Ten Transformations and stepped into the Emperor Realm, so why is he powerless against Tian Jiu'er?
This filled Ling Sanqiu's heart with despair and helplessness; he felt as if the whole world was against him.
He has given everything, betrayed his sect, betrayed his world, joined the Chaos God Cult to overthrow the Xuan Tian Dao Sect, and even offered his true spirit to the ancient god.
Why did he do so much, yet ultimately couldn't compare to Tian Jiu'er?
How similar this is to the past! Even if Tian Jiu'er did nothing, she could still gain the favor of the ancestors, while I tried a hundred times harder but gained nothing.
This is all unfair!
Ling Sanqiu's eyes were filled with growing hatred. He gritted his teeth and tried desperately to unleash even greater power, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not break through the mysterious immortal light surrounding Tian Jiu'er.
This turned his face as pale as paper, large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his body began to tremble slightly.
"Why? Why!"
Tian Jiu'er shook her head slightly, and at this moment finally spoke, her celestial voice still clear and calm:
"There is no reason why, and no justification; the world is just as it is."
After speaking, Tian Jiu'er gently waved her sleeve, and the surrounding space and time seemed to freeze, instantly stopping.
At this moment, countless dazzling rays of immortal light condensed into an unparalleled supreme sword intent, sharp enough to pierce the world and overwhelm all other sword intents in the world!
The power emanating from this sword intent soared straight into the sky, tearing the heavens apart and causing chaos to flow back, the Heavenly Dao to cry out in sorrow, and countless immortal swords in the world to hum along with it!
However, at this critical moment, the Xuan Tian Dharma Realm suddenly trembled violently.
The mysterious light patterns that had been hovering between the two immortal peaks, Jiuxuan and Jiutian, began to emit urgent voices: "Junior sister, show mercy! Spare his life!"
Unfortunately, Tian Jiu'er was not swayed in the slightest by these Daoist sounds.
That supreme sword intent was as dazzling as the sunset falling from the heavens. Without the slightest hesitation, it pierced straight towards Ling Sanqiu, who had already fallen into a state of madness.
In an instant, this supreme sword intent pierced through Ling Sanqiu's powerful imperial body, causing Ling Sanqiu's figure to freeze in place once again!
In the next instant, the Dao of the Blade that had manifested between heaven and earth suddenly collapsed and shattered, and all the great Daos of heaven and earth resounded with mournful cries.
The overwhelming imperial might surrounding Ling Sanqiu crumbled and vanished like a collapsing palace at that moment.
His spirit and soul vanished in that instant, as if they had never existed.
Only a broken and dilapidated imperial body remains, standing alone in the world, bearing witness to its former glory and honor.
The emperor's body lost its vitality, becoming dull and lifeless, as if all its life force had been drained away.
It stands there quietly, seemingly telling stories of the past and the vicissitudes and injustices of time!
Xuanjizi's figure suddenly appeared before Ling Sanqiu's corpse. Looking at the completely dead Ling Sanqiu, his expression was gloomy and uncertain, and his gaze turned sharply to Tian Jiu'er:
"Why kill him! He is my junior brother, your senior brother, and the peak master of the Xuantian Dao Sect. Even if he is to be executed, he should be judged by the ancestral spirits according to the sect rules!"
Tian Jiu'er did not answer Xuanjizi's question. Her aloof and ethereal face remained unmoved. Instead, a chill appeared in her bright and beautiful eyes as she said:
"You lied to me. The Second Hall of the Outer Domain and the Ancestor are not suspects. You deliberately sent me away so that Ling Sanqiu could complete this scheme!"
Upon hearing this, Xuanjizi's previously gloomy and uncertain expression froze.
But before he could speak, Tian Jiu'er's ethereal voice rang out again:
"The three halls of Xuantian Peak were only trying to take advantage of the Luo family's external forces and didn't take the opportunity to attack the Luo family at all. If it weren't for General Zhu Sha leading the Imperial Army to storm the Luo family, the Evil Emperor hiding in the Luo family would have already stormed into the Xuantian Dao Sect!"
At the same time, the fierce battle between Commander Xingyou and Lord Luo An had come to an end; the battle was a one-sided massacre.
The most compelling evidence is the gruesome body of Lord Luo An, chopped into tiny pieces.
His body was torn to pieces and scattered all around, as if swept away by a gust of wind. Every piece of flesh and blood exuded a sense of misery and horror, making it unbearable to look at.
The head of Lord Luo An was filled with endless fear and pain. His face was twisted and deformed, his muscles were tense, as if he were experiencing unspeakable torment.
Commander Xingyou gripped his head tightly, his fingers digging deep into it, using every means at his disposal as if to transmit all the pain and fear in the world to him.
However, Lord Luo could only endure it silently. His mouth was slightly open, as if he wanted to shout but could not utter a sound. This was not because he did not want to shout, but because his body had already been imprisoned by the powerful force of Commander Xingyou, and even his voice had been taken away.
Only his large, bloodshot, and bulging eyes could tell the extent of the pain he was enduring.
The despair and pleading in those eyes sent chills down your spine!
People from all the major powers breathed a sigh of relief at this moment, their faces showing expressions of relief after surviving a calamity. They looked at Tian Jiu'er in the billions of immortal lights with admiration and loudly called out the name of the Falling Cloud Sword Immortal.
Nearly half of the Xuantian Dao Sect members died in the battle, and they sat slumped on the ground, utterly dejected and speechless.
Bai Jinglong and the Crimson Heaven Sword Slave also breathed a sigh of relief. Thinking about what they had experienced today, even they, as beings of such stature, couldn't help but feel a lingering fear.
At this moment, Luo Hanyi and the others in the Nine Profound Palace also walked out of the Nine Profound Peak. Luo Hanyi rushed to Zhou Xingdou, but when she saw Zhou Xingdou holding Qing Yanjing's lifeless and cold body, she felt a pang of pain in her heart.
A look of grief appeared on Luo Hanyi's face, and tears slid down her cheeks.
"Aunt Jing, she..."
Ning Yue, standing beside him, also wore a sorrowful expression and said in a deep voice:
"Her life has been extinguished, her soul has dissipated, and her true spirit has been lost. Even if the Heavenly Peak Master were to intervene, he could not save her."
Upon hearing this, Luo Hanyi stepped forward and grasped Qing Yanjing's drooping hand, tears welling up in her eyes.
At this moment, she was not jealous of Qing Yanjing being held in Zhou Xingdou's arms, because she knew that Aunt Jing had died for her, which made her burst into tears.
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