"Don't panic in the battle array; I'll handle it!"

You Xuan's eyes flashed with an 'as expected' look, and he shouted, his form flickering as he stood before the three battle generals, meeting Ling Wuying.

You Xuan could tell that the attacks of the five battle generals formed a profound link; they were using the battle array to attack. If their coordination were disrupted, in front of opponents like Eight-Headed, the battle array would be hard to assemble!

"Leave it to you!"

The three battle generals called out, completely ignoring Ling Wuying, continuing to attack Eight-Headed, entirely entrusting their backs to You Xuan.

Bang!

A loud noise rang out as You Xuan and Ling Wuying exchanged a palm strike, and both flew backward simultaneously.

"You also condensed a Second Soul!?"

Ling Wuying's expression changed; in the palm exchange with You Xuan, he felt a mysterious soul force, a power possessed only by those who have condensed a Second Soul.

"It's not just you invading bastards who can condense a Second Soul!"

You Xuan spoke coldly, continuing to attack Ling Wuying.

"Master, we're here to help you!"

A shout resounded as Ci Yi the Emperor and others rushed towards You Xuan.

Buzz buzz buzz!

A Venerable Realm aura appeared from afar; thirty-six Venerable Realm guards had not gone far but were watching the battle from a thousand meters away. Seeing You Xuan about to be besieged, they were about to rush over.

"Stay back! Go destroy the Imperial Palace!"

You Xuan shouted in a loud voice.

The thirty-six auras abruptly halted, then quickly flew towards the Imperial Palace.

Ci Yi the Emperor's face changed; he hastily attempted to return to the Imperial Palace.

"All of you stay here; the Imperial Palace can be rebuilt. If even one of these six escapes, we'll all die!"

Ling Wuying shouted loudly.

Ci Yi the Emperor's face changed, his brow furrowing tightly. He glanced at Ling Wuying, feeling a deep heaviness in his heart.

"Ah! Then kill him!"

Ci Yi the Emperor shouted loudly, his aura surged again, madly attacking You Xuan, and the others also launched wild attacks.

"Go to hell!"

You Xuan coldly shouted and fiercely struck towards a Royal Family member who was already a Saint Realm early-stage expert.

"Master, save me!"

Feeling the powerful aura of You Xuan's attack, the Saint Realm expert hurriedly cried out.

"Kill!"

But Ling Wuying had no intention of saving anyone; instead, he shouted angrily, striking towards You Xuan, thinking it worth it to exchange a Saint Realm early-stage expert for You Xuan's life!

Bang!

A massive explosion sounded as You Xuan struck the Royal Family's Saint Realm expert into smithereens.

At the same time, Ling Wuying's palm was about to strike You Xuan's chest.

Buzz!

A soul force appeared, a thumb-sized figure rushing out from You Xuan's dantian, meeting Ling Wuying's palm.

Puff!

You Xuan opened his mouth and spat out blood, his face turning pale as he flew backward, with the Second Soul quickly returning into his body.

Ci Yi the Emperor and others paused, showing dissatisfaction, although they severely injured You Xuan; they lost a Royal Family Saint Realm expert!

"What are you standing there for? Chase after him! I can make dozens of Saint Realms appear; I can make dozens more!" Ling Wuying shouted loudly, and his figure moved to pursue You Xuan.

"Ling Wuying, come help me!"

A low shout rang out, and Ling Wuying paused, turning his head to look.

In the nearby battlefield, Eight-Headed was encircled by the five battle generals; with the amplification of the battle array, they were firmly suppressing Eight-Headed.

Eight-Headed had no sword guard longsword wrapped around one of its serpent tails, which seemed to intimidate the five battle generals, causing a stalemate.

"Eight-Headed, you're a disgrace!"

Ling Wuying sneered and moved swiftly towards the five battle generals, instructing, "That person is already hurt, kill him!"

Ci Yi the Emperor and others frowned, charging towards You Xuan under the lead of a Saint Realm Peak expert.

"Big brother, can't kill!"

Sensing Ling Wuying's approach, the three battle generals shouted in a low voice.

"Go!"

The great battle general made a decision, flickering to leave the battle!

"Want to leave? Stay here!"

A loud voice echoed, as Ling Wuying flickered beside the great battle general, launching a fierce attack.

"You go, don't mind me!"

The great battle general knew he couldn't escape, desperately attacking Ling Wuying to hold him back so the others could leave!

"No one leaves!"

Eight-Headed shouted loudly; without the great battle general, the battle array of the five battle generals instantly crumbled. Eight-Headed turned swiftly, its eight serpent tails lashing out to directly intercept the remaining four battle generals, causing You Xuan and the six others to be in a disadvantageous position.

Bang!

Crack!

Crack crack!

Suddenly, three thunderous sounds rang out, shocking Eight-Headed and the others as they glanced at the distant sky.

"Mr. Jiang! Dragon Saint, Pope, Li Yuan!"

You Xuan exclaimed in delight.

"Li Yuan!?"

Ling Wuying looked at the approaching figures with a flustered expression.

While Eight-Headed stared at Jiang Chen and Dragon Saint, its eyes filled with surprise.

The ones rushing from afar were Jiang Chen, Dragon Saint, Pope, and Li Yuan.

At this time, Jiang Chen, Dragon Saint, and the True Dragon Martial Spirit above Jiang Chen's head were all being struck by thunder, while Pope and Li Yuan stood afar to guard them.

"True Dragon Martial Spirit!? Is that the True Dragon Martial Spirit!? How is that possible!? How can this world have the True Dragon Martial Spirit appear?"

Noticing the True Dragon Martial Spirit above Jiang Chen's head, Ling Wuying shouted in shock, his eyes filled with disbelief.

The five battle generals simultaneously shivered; the True Dragon Martial Spirit, unique in the world, without a doubt, was the current Dragon Descendant.

Thinking of how they just contemplated attacking the Dragon Descendant's home, all five felt their faces burn with shame!

"Two seniors, go help Elder You; on that side, five seniors, deal with that loud old man, I'll handle Eight-Headed!"

Jiang Chen shouted loudly, his figure flickered directly to the top of the Eight-Headed Serpent, laughing, "Haha, Eight-Headed, I've come to give you a gift, the last three thunder punishments, how about gifting them to you? Isn't this gift precious? No need to thank me!"

"Bastard!"

At the moment Jiang Chen approached, Eight-Headed suddenly felt the thunderclouds above him lock on, his face changing abruptly.

"Bastard! Bastard! Thunder punishment, why does thunder punishment appear at this time?!

Ling Wuying also shouted.

Jiang Chen paused, exclaiming in delight, "You also have a Dragon Clan aura? Great, I'll strike you too!"

"Jiang Chen, hand over the Saint Dragon Mirror and Saint Dragon Jade!"

Eight-Headed suddenly shouted, the dragon tail sweeping to repel the four battle generals, its figure flashing towards Jiang Chen in the sky.

"Saint Dragon Jade? Saint Dragon Mirror?! Hand them over to me!" Ling Wuying suddenly shouted in surprise, his figure flashing towards Jiang Chen.

The Saint Dragon Jade and Saint Dragon Mirror were excellent shields against thunder punishment!

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