Almost within a breath, they clashed dozens of times.

But as time passed, Ye Xiangnan ultimately could not withstand Xiang Qianqiu. Whether in terms of strength or the level of Immortal Weapons, he was somewhat inferior.

To be able to hold out in the confrontation for half a moment was already remarkable.

After all, the gap between strong fighters increases in the later stages. Sometimes, even a small difference becomes a chasm that cannot be crossed.

"You... are far from enough!"

Xiang Qianqiu narrowed his eyes, his pupils merging together. A deep Double Pupil Divine Light exploded in an instant, inducing horror in Ye Xiangnan's heart. He quickly condensed a massive Shield of Nihility around him.

But the shield ultimately did not block the spear, as it was pierced directly, and that Divine Light penetrated his chest, leaving a fist-sized hole.

Ye Xiangnan looked down, his expression somewhat grim. Although his body was recovering at a visible speed, the Divine Light left troublesome remnants that were hard to expel.

Constantly eroding into his bloodstream.

"Fight!"

Ye Xiangnan snorted coldly, gritted his teeth, and his fighting spirit soared further. He glanced at Chen Yuan in the distance and transmitted:

"Ye can hold for at most another half moment."

He came to assist, not to sacrifice himself. He had already seen Xiang Qianqiu's strength, indeed stronger by one tier, a daunting opponent.

Half a moment was his full effort; fighting further might lead to his demise at Xiang Qianqiu's hands.

Thus, he only gave Chen Yuan half a moment's time.

Once half a moment passed, he would withdraw from the battlefield.

And Chen Yuan replied with merely one word:

"Okay!"

The battle continued, becoming even fiercer, fully entering a white-hot stage, with several True Masters of the Primordial Spirit Realm falling on the spot.

The ground was left with one deep pit after another.

Finally, amidst the intense confrontation, the first Yang God True Monarch fell, the elderly Yang God of Taixu Palace, who had earlier blocked Pu Xian Bodhisattva alongside the giant turtle of Biyou Palace.

But Pu Xian Bodhisattva's strength was indeed extraordinary, possessing an Immortal Weapon, significantly increasing power, forcing him to burn his Primordial Spirit's essence and blood to resist. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

After fierce combat, he ultimately could not sustain, his Yang God burned out, glanced at Tianxu Daoist, exhaled a turbid breath, slowly closed his eyes, and transformed in the void.

His mission was complete; being able to exert one last effort for the sect at the end of his life was a worthy death; now, it was up to Tianxu to take further action.

"Farewell, Martial Uncle!"

Tianxu took a deep breath and bowed towards the direction of the elderly Yang God's fall.

"Amitabha...."

Pu Xian Bodhisattva clasped hands and waved, shielding his corpse, sending it to the ground, then with a surge in within might, blasted dazzling golden rays onto the giant turtle.

"Roar!"

The giant turtle roared furiously, causing tremors in the void; under Pu Xian Bodhisattva's immense pressure, it chose to withdraw its head, using its shell for defense against Pu Xian's attacks.

Though the old Yang God of Taixu Palace fell, the balance was not broken in the short term, the giant turtle's strength, albeit inferior to Pu Xian Bodhisattva, had unparalleled defense.

At least it was enough to withstand for a short time.

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

The giant ape, the embodiment of Savior Bodhisattva, roared to the heavens, at this moment, he was under massive pressure, wielding an Immortal Weapon, Ling Xu Monarch's assault was far more terrifying than before.

Directly shattered one of Savior Bodhisattva's arms with the edge of Sword Qi, broke his Qi Blood barrier, pressing him into a disadvantage, he was keenly aware of the current situation.

This battle rivaled the previous Zhen Nan Pass clash; win, and Yan will command half the Central Plains, lose, and Shushan, with its depleted foundation, would struggle to regain footing in the future.

Thus, he had no other choice but to fight to the death!

Meanwhile, Chen Huaiyi was also in dire straits, with his left arm severed and severely injured, rendering him less able to fend against Seven Killings Hall Master's tactics, had it not been for timely aid by Zhao Danqing, he would have perished at Seven Killings Hall Master's hands.

His opponent switched to the similarly heavily wounded Lu Guangsheng, while Seven Killings Hall Master engaged Zhao Danqing in an Immortal Sect Leader duel.

Both had Immortal Weapons assisting, both possessed strength in the top ten of the Heavenly List.

The fierce exchanges were indeed of utmost excitement.

High above the Nine Heavens.

The confrontation between Moluo and the immortals of Seven Killings Hall fell into an eerie state, Moluo transformed into eight arms, embodying both Buddha and Demon, his presence was extraordinary.

The Seven Killings Hall immortal appeared dried and lifeless, skin sunken, eyes deep and exuding faint blood light.

Within a ten thousand-foot radius, the arena was transformed into a battleground for immortals to contend.

The terrifying rule powers filled the space, every subtle clash could twist or even shatter the void, it appeared both sides were seated, without any other movements.

But the more these rule confrontations were, the more perilous they became.

Sometimes, the outcome would hinge on a mere thought.

And the reason both sides chose such a confrontation was likewise because neither had a desperate intention, making the duel a controllable scope, finding the victor was all that mattered.

Moreover, their strength was on the same tier, without much disparity.

Risking death was unwise.

The Seven Killings Hall immortal cherished life greatly, else he wouldn't have slumbered for so long, preserving life with Divine Origin, while Moluo had yet to recover from injuries and was unwilling to fight to the death.

As long as he could prevent the immortal from entering the battlefield below.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, another hidden confrontation continued.

Within the Grotto Heaven established by Lu Chengfeng, he was seated opposite the Buddha, Buddha holding white chess, Lu Chengfeng holding black chess, transforming the battleground into a chessboard.

But do not underestimate this chessboard, condensed from Rule Power by both Buddha and Lu Chengfeng, their confrontation hinged on rules.

"Bang!"

Lu Chengfeng wore a faint smile, Rule Power transformed into a black chess piece, placing it in an extremely crucial position, causing the Buddha's situation to take a sharp downward turn.

The Buddha gazed at the chessboard, furrowing his brow in contemplation.

Lu Chengfeng remained unfazed, quietly waiting for the Buddha's move.

"Pilgrim Xiaoyaozi."

The Buddha looked up at Lu Chengfeng.

"What guidance does Buddha offer?"

"May I inquire whether the pilgrim knows how the path of Heavenly Immortal is cultivated?"

"Heavenly Immortal.... only heard of, never seen such an existence, perhaps.... a thousand years ago, the Grand Ancestor of Chu may have reached this realm."

Lu Chengfeng shook his head.

"It seems the pilgrim knows little."

"Hehe, after all, I've resided on the outer seas for centuries, oblivious to worldly affairs."

"This monk does know some things; would the pilgrim wish to hear?"

"Please."

"Realms are divided into Heaven and Earth, Heaven and Earth into Mortal World and Immortal Domain, Earth Immortal Realm is the pinnacle of our Human World, without a great strong practitioner to speak, it's hard to glimpse."

"Immortal Domain....."

"Indeed, this monk has heard...."

...

"Boom!"

Another extreme collision occurred, Pu Xian Bodhisattva was forced back over a hundred feet by Chen Yuan, his aura further declining.

In full exertion by Chen Yuan, Manjusri Bodhisattva had already been severely injured, silently reciting Ye Xiangnan's given time, striving to resolve Manjusri within half a moment, to devour his Qi Fortune.

Although Manjusri resisted with all might, ultimately he fell short of the mark, later unable even to counterattack.

"Chen Pilgrim, this monk concedes, please cease...."

Manjusri Bodhisattva exhaled deeply, lowered his head.

If fighting continued, his fall wasn't far off.

"Since Bodhisattva hails from the West, Chen is prepared to send you back to the Western Heavens."

Chen Yuan regarded him indifferently.

"Does Chen Pilgrim truly wish to be relentless with our Buddhist sects?"

Manjusri Bodhisattva furrowed his brow.

"Buddhism harbors filth, what concern is there in being relentless?"

"If the Buddha is wrathful, can Chen Pilgrim withstand?"

"Is it not already withstood now?"

"Aggressive, unbecoming a king's way!"

Chen Yuan chuckled lightly, no longer engaging in futile debates, glancing at the other with calmness: "Chen has a blade, practiced for long; please let the Bodhisattva appraise!"

"What blade?"

"This blade shall be called.... Buddha Extermination!"

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