Chapter 982: Trapped and Escaping

Boom! Rumble!

As the intense battle continued, thunderous roars echoed from the distant horizon, shaking the heavens and earth.

Looking into the distance, streaks of brilliant divine light and shadowy figures shot across the sky at incredible speed.

The Tian Ting forces had arrived, their formation immense, with over a thousand warriors, all at the Quasi-Tian Realm level, exuding an aura capable of devouring the heavens.

Damn it!

Feeling the rapid approach of these powerful foes, Zi Pao Ren became even more ferocious.

Go!

He roared, seemingly commanding the white-haired woman.

With that, he endured a devastating blow from Tai Xu Gu Long's sword and instantly teleported over a hundred zhang away, attempting to escape this realm before the Tian Ting forces could surround and annihilate him in these waters.

Yi Tian Huan Di!

Zi Xuan lightly called out, swapping Zi Pao Ren’s position with her own. The man who had just fled a hundred zhang was pulled right back.

Yi Tian Huan Di!

Zi Pao Ren countered with the same secret technique, swapping positions with Zi Xuan.

Yi Tian Huan Di!

Tai Xu Gu Long didn’t hesitate either, immediately swapping Zi Pao Ren back once more.

This scene left Xiao Chen and the others astonished, marveling at the extraordinary divine abilities of these supreme experts.

In that brief moment, they had already channeled their Tian Realm artifacts in succession, aiming for a fatal strike on Zi Pao Ren. It was fortunate they hadn’t unleashed them, or they might have accidentally harmed Tai Xu Gu Long and Zi Xuan, which would have been disastrous.

Boom!

The void thundered as the positions shifted in a cycle, returning Zi Pao Ren to his original spot, nearly getting smashed by Tai Xu Gu Long’s palm.

Twelve Heavens Great Ming Array!

Zi Xuan formed a hand seal with one hand, unleashing this supreme divine ability.

Instantly, twelve towering divine pillars materialized one after another, spanning the heavens and earth. Each pillar was etched with ancient patterns, with rune chains interweaving to form a massive cage.

This was no ordinary cage; it contained numerous sealing restrictions, in some ways even surpassing Tai Xu Gu Long’s Tai Xu Long Jin.

On the spot, Zi Pao Ren was trapped inside, immobilized by the cage’s terrifying prohibitions.

Break for me!

Zi Pao Ren roared, attempting to shatter the suppression, but to no avail.

Seeing Zi Pao Ren sealed away, the white-clothed woman furrowed her brows slightly. She thrust out a palm, unleashing a river of seven-colored divine light that repelled Hong Chen, then swung her sword to create a divine sea that drove back Ye Chen.

Then, she abruptly turned and stepped out several hundred zhang in an instant.

Hold her back!

Xiao Chen and the others activated their Tian Realm artifacts in unison, unleashing a barrage of divine radiance that shattered a section of the void.

The white-haired woman remained expressionless, fiercely swinging the Zhu Xian Sword. With one strike, she obliterated the divine radiance, causing the Tian Realm artifacts to suffer backlash. They hummed and trembled violently, their surrounding Dao principles dimming considerably.

Yi Tian Huan Di!

Zi Xuan stepped forward, employing the space-swapping divine ability once more to pull the white-clothed woman back.

However, to her shock, the white-clothed woman completely ignored the technique.

Tai Xu Long Jin!

Tai Xu Gu Long quickly formed seals, deploying the Tai Xu Long Jin to envelop the white-clothed woman.

But in the next second, she sliced through the cage with a single sword strike.

Tian Zhao!

As soon as the white-clothed woman broke free, Ye Chen’s left eye Immortal Wheel mark activated, locking onto her. He sacrificed his lifespan to unleash the Immortal Wheel forbidden technique.

To everyone’s surprise, although the Tian Zhao flames ignited on her body, they were instantly extinguished by the seven-colored divine glow surrounding her. The Immortal Wheel forbidden technique had no effect.

The divine abilities of these three supreme experts all proved useless, leaving Xiao Chen and the others on the battlefield utterly astonished.

Next came Hong Chen, who vanished in an instant and reappeared right in front of the white-haired woman. His sword strike was nothing short of world-ending.

The white-haired woman’s seven-colored divine glow flared brilliantly as the Zhu Xian Sword hummed again, delivering a strike of apocalyptic power.

Clang!

The two swords clashed, sparking flames and producing a deafening metallic ring.

From the point of impact, visible shockwaves rippled outward, stirring massive waves across the sea domain. Everywhere they passed, space fractured inch by inch, even affecting Ye Chen and the others.

Hong Chen was forced back, while blood trickled from the corner of the white-haired woman’s mouth.

A seven-colored vortex appeared before her. Although Tai Xu Gu Long and Zi Xuan charged in, they were too late. She turned and stepped into the vortex, vanishing in an instant, leaving no trace in the heavens and earth.

Damn it.

Long Teng snorted coldly, “If we’d known that cage formed by Tian Realm artifacts was ineffective against her, we should have joined the fight earlier.”

“What’s done is done.”

“Who exactly is she, to be so powerful?” Tai Xu Gu Long frowned deeply, staring at the dissipating vortex.

“She masters the ultimate Dao Emperor techniques.” Zi Xuan pondered. “That seven-colored divine sword must be the legendary Zhu Xian Sword.”

“As you say.”

“Xuan Feng.” While they spoke, Qian Shang Yue’s voice rang out from nearby, laced with sobs.

Hearing this, Ye Chen hurriedly turned and stepped over to Shen Xuan Feng’s side.

Shen Xuan Feng’s condition was utterly wretched—his Dao principles, foundation, and soul were all collapsing. Every pore in his body emitted forces of annihilation, the killing aura of the Zhu Xian Sword tearing apart the last remnants of the God King’s life.

Ye Chen knelt down, placing his hand on Shen Xuan Feng, channeling his bloodline power and Saint Body essence in an attempt to sustain his life.

After all, Shen Xuan Feng had ended up like this because he saved Ye Chen.

Though Ye Chen didn’t understand why, beyond their adversarial positions, he still felt a pang of guilt.

However, his bloodline power and Saint Body essence couldn’t halt the fading of Shen Xuan Feng’s life force. The Zhu Xian Sword’s absolute killing power was world-extinguishing, rendering even the innate Immortal Wheel techniques useless.

“The Dao principles and foundation are destroyed, the life soul extinguished,” Zi Xuan murmured softly.

“Even a Da Luo Jin Xian couldn’t save him now,” Tai Xu Gu Long sighed.

Hong Chen approached as well, his expression wooden as he gazed at Shen Xuan Feng, a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Suddenly, Hong Chen knelt down, extending his rigid hand to press on Shen Xuan Feng, infusing a mysterious essence that slowed the dissipation of his life force slightly.

But just as Hong Chen knelt, Shen Xuan Feng, who had been lifeless moments before, abruptly sat up. He grabbed Ye Chen’s hand with one of his and Hong Chen’s with the other.

Shen Xuan Feng’s face was twisted in pain, his mind on the brink of collapse. His hollow eyes shifted between chaos, clarity, confusion, and numbness.

Everyone frowned, and Ye Chen frowned too.

For some reason, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if he could clearly sense the desperation in Shen Xuan Feng’s grip, like a dying elder clutching his child to express his final wishes.

“Bo... boss,” Shen Xuan Feng rasped, his voice hoarse and aged. In that moment of clarity, he stared intently at Ye Chen and Hong Chen, his eyes brimming with bloody tears.

Bo... boss?

Shen Xuan Feng’s words, though faint, were heard by everyone, leaving them all stunned and bewildered.

Hong Chen’s eyes were full of confusion, and Ye Chen’s were filled with doubt.

The term “boss” was something only his Dao body ever used for him. For Shen Xuan Feng to say it caught him completely off guard.

“Kill... kill... kill,” Shen Xuan Feng continued, his words fragmented as he clung tightly to Ye Chen and Hong Chen’s hands, his face contorted in agony, as if expending his last bit of strength. “Kill... kill Ruoruo.”