Empress Ziwei looked forward, the sky filled with sword light... it gave her an illusion once again.

"His movements, they really resemble the Dragon Emperor..." Empress Ziwei murmured to herself, "His power seems even stronger, his skills more deft."

No matter how hard she racked her brain, she could never imagine that Fang Yu was once her bedside companion.

The man she once loved desperately to death.

In fact.

Another reason why Empress Ziwei was willing to pay such a great price to win Fang Yu over to her side was that, in some aspects, Fang Yu was just too similar to the Dragon Emperor.

Unfortunately...

They were destined to be opponents.

At the same time.

The Dragon Roar Sword in Fang Yu's hand vibrated at an increasingly rapid rate.

The coordination among the Tiandu Guards became tighter, but as the battle progressed, they found Fang Yu's combat power growing fiercer.

His bravery surged with each battle.

This was also a characteristic of the Divine Dragon Technique.

At the Eighth Layer, the Divine Dragon Technique could continuously supply Primordial Qi. As long as he didn't use sword skills like the Great Sumeru Sword Technique, Fang Yu could fight indefinitely.

Another half hour passed.

They realized this was not the way to go.

They began to change their formation...

Some Tiandu Guards started fighting recklessly.

Seeing this—

Fang Yu slightly smiled and said, "If you want to fight, then let's fight!"

Hum.

Buzzing.

The little dragon on the Dragon Roar Sword spun faster, like purple lightning, making crackling sounds.

"Primordial Sword Skill, Sword Flying Gang!"

The sword skill suddenly turned into the Primordial Sword Scripture, which left the Tiandu Guards a bit unaccustomed, hastily defending and blocking.

Bang, bang, bang!

The sky full of Gang Qi, flung out by the sword, fluttered like dancing butterflies.

It smashed onto the defensive Gang Qi swung out by the Tiandu Guards.

"Damn it! The thirty of us can't even defeat one person!"

This was a colossal humiliation.

To think that they were the guards of Tiandu Mountain.

Allegedly the most threatening, most powerful team in the Nine Provinces of Huaxia.

Yet in such circumstances, they were helpless against Fang Yu!

"Combined Martial Technique!"

"Sword Formation!"

Clang, clang, clang!

The clashing of sword tips.

It reminded one of the gunfire in modern cities.

Everywhere, Flying Gang collided with each other.

This back mountain had not been visited by anyone for a long time; after this battle, it was completely ravaged with not a single intact spot.

Stones, also shattered by the flying Gang Qi!

Trees turned completely to powder!

The power of the Supreme Heavenly Rank was breathtaking.

Fang Yu dared not be careless.

The combat power of these thirty people was equivalent to that of several hundred armed troops.

So far in the battle, they showed no signs of physical exhaustion.

Bang, bang, bang!

The Gang Qi flung by the sword collided with the Sword Formation.

"Sword Elegy!"

Hum.

Buzzing.

The rhythm of the Dragon Roar Sword, like a musical instrument continuously playing music resembling a violent storm.

After all, the Tiandu Guards outnumbered—

"Combined Martial Technique!"

Just then, one of the Tiandu Guards suddenly leaped up.

"Brothers, lend me your strength!"

Several people behind him coordinated very tacitly, pushing their palms against his back.

Seeing this scene, Fang Yu couldn't help but express a slight surprise, "Can they actually penetrate Inner Essence!? Such strong Supreme Heavenly Rank."

Inner Essence, for cultivators, is like blood. If a person is sick, lacking blood, they need a blood transfusion to keep alive, and during this time, various medications are needed to avoid rejection. To solve the issue of Inner Essence rejection, human cultivators found Blood-Melting Grass to address this problem.

But...

Why were these Tiandu Guards so boldly directly transferring their own Inner Essence to others?

Boom!

Under the explosion of Gang Qi, those Sword Formations stormed towards Fang Yu.

Fang Yu frowned, and withdrew the Dragon Roar Sword—

"Heavenly Star Array Shield! Nine Layer!"

Both palms fiercely pushed forward.

An Eight Diagrams-like pattern appeared in front of Fang Yu.

It was a wave formed by Gang Qi, just like bulletproof glass.

Boom!

All those swords were blocked by the Heavenly Star Array Shield.

Yet another Ancient Battle Technique!

The Tiandu Guards were also dumbstruck.

They had been at the Supreme Heavenly Rank for a considerable period and had sparred with countless experts, but they had never seen someone like this.

Such a defy-heavenly creature was beyond their comprehension.

If he escaped today, he would undoubtedly become a great threat in the future.

Not only did Empress Ziwei realize this problem, but the Tiandu Guards also recognized it.

Maid Xia'er, gritting her teeth, said: "Your Majesty, the Empress... I always feel he is very strange. Continuing to fight this way, not only can we not kill him, but it might also inspire his fighting spirit and potential. Xia'er thinks... please, Your Majesty, take action yourself to prevent future trouble."

The multitude of experts behind her nodded and bowed as they said:

"Please, Your Majesty, take action yourself to prevent future trouble!"

"Please, Your Majesty, take action yourself to prevent future trouble!"

Empress Ziwei's gaze was fixed on Fang Yu, who was in combat mode.

She murmured again, "What a splendid Spiritual Artifact... to think it could elevate a Circulation Heaven Position to the same realm as over thirty Tiandu Guards."

She began stepping forward.

The crowd automatically parted.

Ahead was the combat area.

Yet, she showed no fear, advancing slowly.

Everyone knew the true strength of Empress Ziwei; nobody worried.

As expected—

The moment Empress Ziwei stepped into the combat area.

Winds of Gang Qi formed around her, creating a barrier that blocked all Floating Gang and Sword Formations.

"Everyone disperse!"

At her command.

The Tiandu Guards responded in unison: "Yes!"

Empress Ziwei spread her arms.

She, like the Nine Heavens Profound Woman, leaped into the air.

Her long dress fluttered, her phoenix crown facing the vast sky.

She slowly raised her right hand.

"Hundred Turns and Thousand Returns!"

The speed of Empress Ziwei surpassed any that Fang Yu knew...

It was almost in the blink of an eye.

Although from a great distance, Empress Ziwei struck with her palm.

Bang!

Fang Yu's blood churned, his Gang Qi dispersed, his arms numbed, and he somersaulted backward, staggering.

"How strong!"

Fang Yu, clutching his chest, exclaimed in admiration.

So far, Fang Yu still could not comprehend the true strength of Empress Ziwei, hence he could not easily reveal his trump cards—Dragon Trace Sacred Armor and the Great Sumeru Sword Technique, both signature moves of the Dragon Emperor. Once used, they would certainly expose his identity.

Empress Ziwei slowly raised her hand and said, "Is this the extent of your strength?"

"Less talk! Dragon Roar Sword!"

Summoning the Dragon Roar Sword once again.

The Sword Light dazzled.

Fang Yu sensed a great murderous intent from Ziwei and knew that if he did not make a move now, he would lose the chance.

"Sword-saving Sky! Ninth Layer!"

This move.

Everyone was astonished.

Empress Ziwei frowned and exclaimed in surprise, "To think he could use the Ancient Battle Technique, Nine Layer!"

"What a pity... really such a pity... why can't you... serve me..." Empress Ziwei, her face emotionless, raised her right hand.

At her fingertip, a green light flashed again!

That green light shot straight forward.

"A Spiritual Artifact?" Fang Yu exclaimed in shock.

"Actually, manipulating a space-related Spiritual Artifact!"

Suddenly, Fang Yu felt the surrounding pressure increase, and although he unleashed the Nine Layer,

he was rapidly falling downwards!

Boom!

Boom boom!

Nine streaks of Sword Light landed on Empress Ziwei.

Dust flew, obscuring everything.

However...

Just as Fang Yu was about to hit the ground.

Empress Ziwei, like a ghost, flashed from the dust rapidly in front of him—

"Floating Life Like a Dream!"

Terrifying Palm Power emanated from her jade palm.

Fang Yu bit his teeth and used Taia Sect's signature defensive Combat Skills!

Bang!

Fang Yu still flew out.

Even though he was not injured, the power was too great… Fang Yu kept flying backward until he was over the cliff.

Empress Ziwei's eyes were indifferent…

Fang Yu looked down and said, "Damn... is this about smashing me to death? Miss Ziwei, please grant me a fair battle! Bullying with numbers, what kind of woman does that!"

Unfortunately, no sooner had he spoken.

Fang Yu rapidly plummeted downwards.

Below was a bottomless abyss.

"Whoever opposes me... has only one path—death!"

Empress Ziwei, looking coldly at the rapidly falling Fang Yu, abruptly turned and coldly said, "Seal the back mountain; no one is allowed near the cliff."

"Yes!"

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