The Fire Lotus bloomed, revealing an endless spectacle—jade rabbits dancing, golden crows soaring, and towering ancient trees consumed in raging flames.
This Fire Lotus was like a miniature world unto itself. Beast flames, earth flames, and heavenly flames intertwined, and as it unfurled, the roars of ten thousand beasts, the rumbling of the earth, and the wrathful cries of the heavens echoed through the void.
A vast and terrifying force of fire surged forth, carrying the true might of annihilation. It hurtled toward Jiao Xing, and in that instant, his eyes filled with sheer terror.
He had been completely locked onto. With a furious roar, the eight stars behind him vanished as he poured all of his star power into his Meteor Hammer.
The Meteor Hammer burst into dazzling starlight, his ultimate attack carrying the full force of his star power, colliding head-on with the annihilating Fire Lotus.
"BOOM!"
An earth-shattering explosion erupted, sending even the strongest combatants flying backward.
"CLANG—"
As the dust settled, the cracked and shattered Meteor Hammer crashed onto the ground, reducing a swath of rock to dust. Its chains had completely snapped, and when the battlefield came into view again—Jiao Xing’s body had vanished. Only fragments of bones, still flickering with starlight, remained scattered across the battlefield.
"Lord Jiao Xing is dead!"
A voice of pure horror rang out among the Nine Star lineage warriors. Jiao Xing was one of their most renowned figures, second only to Bing Yi in power.
To them, he was an invincible existence—yet he had been slain right before their eyes.
"Hah..."
Huo Ling'er staggered, her face pale, her form dimmed. Lei Ling'er looked at her with concern.
"Are you alright?"
Huo Ling'er waved her hand dismissively. "I'm fine. I have only about twenty percent of my power left, but I can still assist in battle.
"We've completed the task Long Chen entrusted us with. Now, we focus on aiding the Shi Mo clan."
Long Chen had sharp instincts. He had sensed Jiao Xing’s terrifying strength early on. If Jiao Xing had broken into the Shi Mo clan’s formation, the casualties would have been catastrophic.
Even though Cang Lu was powerful, a fight against Jiao Xing would have been evenly matched at best. Moreover, Cang Lu was merely a puppet—driven by battle instincts alone, without strategic thought. Leaving Jiao Xing to him was too great a risk.
Thus, Long Chen had assigned Jiao Xing to Lei Ling'er and Huo Ling'er. The goal wasn’t to defeat him—only to keep him from entering the battlefield.
However, the warriors of the Nine Star lineage were overwhelmingly strong. Even with the Curse Spirit Blood Crow suppressing them, the Shi Mo clan’s situation remained dire.
Yue Xiaoqian was already struggling to hold back three powerful Nine Star warriors at the same time, leaving her no chance to assist others.
Meanwhile, Cang Lu was surrounded by a horde of terrifying opponents. Though his strength ensured he wouldn’t fall, he was firmly contained.
The Nine Star warriors had all donned their Star Armors, wielding colossal swords, each strike carrying the might to shatter the heavens and break the earth.
The Shi Mo clan warriors, though numerous, were barely holding on. Their defense was breaking, and once shattered, mass casualties would be inevitable.
Realizing the urgency, Huo Ling'er had no choice but to unleash her newly comprehended ultimate technique.
This move was immensely powerful and difficult to control—it wasn’t yet perfected. The attack had consumed eighty percent of her core energy, along with half the power of Fusang and the Lunar Forest.
Fortunately, the attack succeeded. Jiao Xing had fallen, and his death delivered a devastating blow to the morale of the Nine Star warriors.
Conversely, the Shi Mo clan’s morale soared. They saw hope for victory.
"BOOM!"
Just then, a thunderous explosion tore through the sky. The heavens themselves split apart as if being torn in two.
Long Chen and Bing Yi’s figures emerged. Earlier, Long Chen had fought relentlessly, forcing Bing Yi away from the battlefield and out of everyone’s sight.
Now that they had reappeared, Yue Xiaoqian and the others were struck with shock. Their eyes immediately fell on Long Chen—his shoulder, left ribs, and thigh were all wounded, fresh blood trickling down his body.
In contrast, Bing Yi stood tall, clad in gleaming Star Armor, spotless and unscathed. Their hearts sank.
Bing Yi gazed at Jiao Xing’s scattered remains, his residual aura still lingering in the air. Her expression twisted into a monstrous fury.
"You dare kill my most trusted war general? You will all pay a hundredfold for your foolishness!"
Long Chen smirked, a trace of mockery in his eyes.
"Most trusted war general? Seems like your hierarchy is pretty rigid. He was a war general—so what does that make you? A commander? And above you, is there an emperor? Is that so-called Star Lord’s son at the top?"
Bing Yi’s eyes grew even colder. "A mere lower-tier Nine Star descendant, a vagabond begging across the heavens, is not qualified to ask such questions.
"You lured me away just to kill Jiao Xing? Fine. Your plan succeeded. Now, prepare to pay the ultimate price. Every single one of you will be buried with him!"
"RUMBLE—"
The stars on Bing Yi’s Star Armor flared to life, each one shining brighter than the last. The radiance that engulfed her was several times more intense than Huo Ling'er’s annihilating Fire Lotus.
"Idiots! You’ve utterly infuriated Lord Bing Yi! She’s activating her Natal Rune and invoking the power of the Star Laws. You’re all dead!"
The moment they saw this, the Nine Star warriors immediately abandoned their fights and retreated at full speed.
They knew—Jiao Xing’s death had pushed Bing Yi over the edge. She had no intention of leaving any survivors.
If they remained on the battlefield, they risked being annihilated along with the enemy.
"Long Chen..."
Bing Yi’s aura kept surging, endlessly growing stronger. At this moment, she was an unstoppable monster. Yue Xiaoqian’s heart pounded with anxiety.
She wanted to help but feared she would only become a burden. Torn between worry and helplessness, she could only watch.
If only Bing Yi were a demon clan warrior, Yue Xiaoqian could counter her Natal Rune. But having only recently awakened her own, she had yet to master its full power.
"Hah..."
The Curse Spirit Blood Crow shrank back into a smaller form, perching on Yue Xiaoqian’s shoulder. It nuzzled against her cheek, as if trying to comfort her.
"Lord Long Chen..."
Fei Shuang clenched her fists. Facing such a terrifying opponent, Long Chen had truly put his life on the line for the Shi Mo clan.
For the sake of an "outsider" clan, he had waged war against his own lineage.
Looking at Long Chen’s back, tears welled up in her eyes.
She was strong. But in this moment, feeling the unwavering support of someone willing to stand with the Shi Mo clan against the world, no words could describe the depth of her emotions.
"WHOOSH!"
A dazzling light erupted, the brilliance finally revealing Bing Yi’s transformed form.
Before anyone could fully see her changes—
A crushing aura descended like the collapse of the heavens, enveloping the battlefield in overwhelming pressure.
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