"Heh, it’s not a matter of ’daring’ or not. So, what’s it going to be? Agree to my terms, and I’ll take you to the Demon Saint Ancient Corpse. Otherwise, we can just go our separate ways. Kill me if you want!"

Qii Yang smirked, knowing the Seventh Prince was holding back and wouldn’t dare kill him.

"State your conditions!" the Seventh Prince said after a moment’s hesitation, forcefully suppressing his rage.

"The Seventh Prince is indeed a pragmatic man. My three conditions are very simple. First, I must kill this Yun Tong! Second, once we reach the hiding place of the Demon Saint Ancient Corpse, it’s every man for himself. Whoever gets the Ancient Corpse first keeps it, and no one can try to snatch it away! Third, after this is all over, regardless of success or failure, we hold no grudges and seek no revenge! So, what do you say? Agree, and I’ll take you to find the Ancient Corpse right now. If you don’t, you can try to kill me with your superior numbers. But don’t think it’ll be that easy. The life-saving techniques my grandfather left me will be enough to kill more than half of you. And when that happens, it’s hard to say if the Seventh Prince himself will be among the survivors!"

The corners of Qii Yang’s mouth lifted, the threat in his words unmistakable.

"Fine. I agree to all three of your conditions!" After a moment of contemplation, the Seventh Prince nodded.

"Haha, the Seventh Prince is truly a straightforward man! Excellent, I’ll collect on the first condition right now!" Qii Yang turned to Nie Yun, his eyes glinting with murderous intent. "Yun Tong, you never would have imagined that even after submitting to the Seventh Prince, he would still sell you out, did you! Kneel and kowtow before me right now, and I might just spare your pathetic life. Otherwise, I’ll carve the flesh from your bones, piece by piece, and let you howl in agony for forty-nine days before you finally die!"

As he spoke, he walked forward, his hatred churning like a tide, stirring the seawater before him into swirling eddies.

From the day he was born, his family had fully supported his Cultivation. His path had been one of smooth sailing, and he had never suffered a setback. Now, to have suffered such a major loss at the hands of this Yun Tong—one could only imagine the depth of his hatred.

"Young Master Qii Yang, killing a nobody like him would only dirty your hands. Allow me to do it for you!"

Muu Shengxue’s eyes were bloodshot as he shot Nie Yun a sinister grin.

Nie Yun’s Spirit attack hadn’t involved any special Secret Technique; it had only caused a minor injury with no lasting damage. Thus, after being unconscious for a moment, he had woken up. Now, seeing this Yun Tong surrounded with no hope of escape, he was champing at the bit, so excited he almost jumped for joy.

He had suffered several humiliations at Nie Yun’s hands, and his hatred had long since seeped into his very bones. Faced with the opportunity to kill his enemy with his own hands, he immediately rushed forward to be the first.

"Young Master Qii Yang, you can’t kill him! He is the current Emperor of the Divine Wind Empire, Nie Yun!"

Seeing Qii Yang and Muu Shengxue approach, Baihua Xiu grew truly anxious and hastily revealed Nie Yun’s true identity, hoping it would make them hesitate.

"The Divine Wind Empire? Hmph, a mere backwater Empire. The Emperor of a place like that is worth less than shit in my eyes! Baihua Xiu, Mu Qing, I’ll offer you a way out. If you’re willing to become my concubines and serve me obediently, I can spare you. Otherwise, you can die right alongside this hick Emperor!"

Qii Yang let out a wild laugh.

"You..." Baihua Xiu’s face flushed crimson.

"Seventh Prince, I willingly became your subordinate. To abandon me like this... isn’t that a bit too disheartening?" Facing Qii Yang’s threat, Nie Yun showed no panic. Instead, he looked at the Seventh Prince and asked in a clear voice.

"A subordinate should know his place. If your death can be exchanged for the method to find the Demon Saint’s corpse, then it’s a worthy price to pay!"

The Seventh Prince waved his hand dismissively, his tone cold and detached. He clearly couldn’t care less about the death of his new subordinate.

"Heheh, still hoping for the Seventh Prince to protect you? Dream on! Kid, from the moment you offended Young Master Qii Yang, you were doomed to die. To die by my sword should be your honor!"

Seeing the Seventh Prince’s attitude, Muu Shengxue felt an indescribable sense of glee. His longsword left its sheath with a crisp ring, parting the seawater as he thrust it toward Nie Yun!

He put all his strength into this single strike. Before the longsword even reached its target, it generated a churning, snow-white wave of Qi that looked like an ice sculpture as it shot straight for Nie Yun’s throat.

To an onlooker, this strike seemed utterly unavoidable. The Qi Force had sealed off every possible escape route. One sword to break Wanfa, one sword to banish all evil!

’I didn’t expect that after suffering such a huge loss, Muu Shengxue would actually cultivate his Sky-Breaking Silence Supreme Sword Technique to an even greater level of perfection. His strength has nearly doubled since before he arrived! Even I would have trouble blocking a move like this. It seems this Yun Tong is dead for sure!’

Qii Yang nodded as he watched Muu Shengxue’s strike.

Back in Tianxin City, Muu Shengxue and Nie Yun had fought before. At that time, while his Sky-Breaking Silence Supreme Sword Technique was formidable, he had barely scratched the surface of it. But now, even under the immense pressure of the seawater, a single strike could sweep in all directions, its Sword Qi running rampant. The power was clear to see!

’This Muu Shengxue always kept a low profile; I thought he wasn’t all that strong. But now it seems he’s truly extraordinary. It looks like I’ll have to try and win him over in the future!’

A look of surprise appeared on the Seventh Prince’s face.

’This Yun Tong is a dead man. Even many Ultimate Venerable Peak Powerhouses would find that Swordsmanship hard to block, let alone him in his current state!’

Mu Xia’s eyebrows arched as a cold sneer played on her lips. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Unlike her sister, Mu Qing, who was overly righteous, Mu Xia knew how to read a situation and figure out who to surrender to at a critical moment to gain the greatest benefit!

"Die!"

Seeing the young man seemingly without the strength to dodge, Muu Shengxue let out an excited laugh as his longsword rode the waves, stabbing straight for the youth’s chest.

TING!

The longsword struck his chest, but instead of piercing through, it produced the crisp ring of metal on metal. Muu Shengxue’s immensely powerful Sky-Breaking Silence Supreme Sword Technique hadn’t even broken the young man’s skin!

"Th-This is impossible!"

It wasn’t just Muu Shengxue who was stunned. When the Seventh Prince, Qii Yang, and the others saw this, their eyes all widened so much they nearly popped out of their sockets. They couldn’t believe what they were seeing.

’A sword strike that couldn’t even break the skin, let alone injure him? What in the world is going on?’

"He must have a Defensive Magical Treasure on him!"

The Seventh Prince suddenly seemed to remember something. His pupils contracted as he roared.

Just like Bloodlines, weapons were divided into five grades: Emperor, King, Marquis, Noble, and Mortal. Surpassing the Royal Family’s Weapons were the Magical Treasures that only a Heaven-Seizing Creation Secret Realm Powerhouse could forge!

These so-called "treasures" were also known as Magical Treasures. Once a cultivator reached the Heaven-Seizing Creation Secret Realm, they could condense Mana in their bodies. Using Magical Treasures, they could fly through the sky, burrow through the earth, and become virtually omnipotent. For Muu Shengxue’s powerful strike to be blocked without any detectable fluctuation of True Qi could only mean one thing: he possessed a Magical Treasure that surpassed even a Royal Family’s Top-Grade Weapon!

Not even the old ancestors of the Secret Realm possessed such a Magical Treasure, so how could the Seventh Prince not be excited?

’Defensive Magical Treasure? Magical Treasure, my ass!’

Hearing the Seventh Prince’s roar, Nie Yun finally understood just how astonishing the defensive power of his Spirit Rhinoceros Body Refining Technique at the Fourth Layer of Great Success truly was. To think it was mistaken for a Magical Treasure. Shaking his head in resignation, he stretched out his palm.

SMACK!

Muu Shengxue was slammed to the ground, like a cockroach that had just been stomped on.