Lu Xingzhi moved first.
Not with his body—with time itself.
He rewound his own existence, vanishing from the present and reappearing in Yun Lintian’s past—a fraction of a second before the battle began. His skeletal hand pierced through Yun Lintian’s chest from behind, where no attack had yet been launched.
“Got you,” Lu Xingzhi whispered.
But Yun Lintian had already turned.
“Really?”
His free hand caught Lu Xingzhi’s wrist—in the present—while his past self dissolved into darkness.
“You can’t ambush me in my own memories,” Yun Lintian said.
He yanked, hurling Lu Xingzhi forward through time—flinging him five seconds into the future, where his own past attack collided with himself.
BOOM!
The temporal paradox detonated, shredding the fabric of the domain.
Lu Xingzhi reformed from the chaos, his body flickering like a faulty illusion. “Not bad. Show me what you got.”
Yun Lintian tightened his grip on the Heaven Sunderer. His aura flared up as he smiled. “The same goes to you. Show me what else do you have.”
Both sides stared at each other for a brief moment before charging at each other.
BOOOOOOM!
The temporal domain trembled as the two supreme beings clashed—light and darkness intertwining with the relentless flow of time. Each exchange rewrote the laws of reality, sending shockwaves that threatened to tear the very fabric of existence apart.
Yet outside the domain, in the ruined hall of the Temporal Palace, another threat stirred.
Meng Xuan, the Blood Tyrant, finally regained his freedom as Yun Lintian’s suppression weakened during the battle. His massive frame rose from the shattered marble, golden blood dripping from his cracked lips. His eyes, burning with humiliation and fury, locked onto the group protected by Long Qingxuan.
“You…” he growled, his voice thick with venom.
Long Qingxuan’s draconic pupils constricted. “Hmm?”
Linlin, still perched on her shoulder, let out a low growl. “He’s recovered.”
Qingqing puffed her cheeks. “Stupid big guy! Can’t he just stay down?”
Meng Xuan’s lips curled into a savage grin. “That bastard humiliated me. Now… I’ll make his woman scream in return.”
Boom!
His aura erupted, a tidal wave of bloodlust that sent cracks spiderwebbing through the floor. The surviving cultivators—those not already dead or fleeing—flinched back in terror. Even Jian Kun and Lan Huiqian hesitated, their instincts screaming at them to run.
But Long Qingxuan stood firm, her long hair flaring like a banner as her draconic energy surged.
“You are courting death,” she said, her voice icy.
Meng Xuan laughed, cracking his knuckles. “Really? Let’s see who is the one that courting death.”
He lunged.
Meng Xuan’s fist collided with Long Qingxuan’s crossed arms.
BOOM!
The impact sent her skidding back, her boots carving trenches in the marble. Her arms trembled, but her gaze remained steady.
“Not bad,” Meng Xuan sneered. “But can you handle this?”
His body bulged, muscles swelling as his skin darkened to crimson. The Blood Tyrant’s true form—a monstrous visage wreathed in slaughter aura.
He vanished, reappearing behind her with a brutal elbow strike.
Linlin leapt, her tiny form expanding mid-air into a gigantic white tiger, her claws slashing toward Meng Xuan’s throat.
“Die!” she roared.
BOOM!
Meng Xuan blocked, but the force still sent him stumbling.
Qingqing whistled, and a cyclone of razor wind erupted around him, slicing deep gashes into his flesh.
But Meng Xuan just laughed, his wounds healing instantly.
“Cute tricks,” he mocked. “But I’ve slaughtered real divine beasts before.”
He clapped his hands, and a wave of condensed blood erupted, hurling Linlin and Qingqing aside.
Long Qingxuan struck in that instant—her palm glowing with draconic annihilation.
“Break.”
The attack pierced Meng Xuan’s chest, vaporizing a chunk of his torso.
For a moment, it seemed over.
Then—
Meng Xuan grinned, his flesh knitting back together as he grabbed her wrist.
“Got you.”
He slammed her into the ground hard enough to collapse the entire section of the hall.
BOOM!!
The moment Long Qingxuan’s body smashed into the shattered marble, the entire hall trembled. Dust and debris erupted into the air, obscuring her form for a brief moment.
Yue Zhihe’s eyes sharpened. “Lady Long!”
Without hesitation, she shot forward, her sword gleaming with frost. The air around her froze solid, forming jagged icicles that rained down toward Meng Xuan.
“Frozen Lotus!”
The ice shards exploded upon impact, encasing Meng Xuan in a prison of absolute zero.
But the Blood Tyrant merely flexed his muscles.
CRACK!
The ice shattered before it could even fully form.
“Pathetic,” Meng Xuan sneered.
He backhanded Yue Zhihe mid-air, sending her crashing through three pillars before she skidded to a stop, blood trickling from her lips.
From a distance, Lan Huiqian’s hand tightened around her sword hilt. She took a step forward—
But Jian Kun’s voice stopped her.
“Don’t.”
She turned, eyes burning with conflict. “We can’t just—”
“That’s the Blood Tyrant,” Jian Kun said coldly. “Even at his weakest, he’s beyond us. If we interfere, we die.”
Lan Huiqian’s fingers trembled. She glanced at Long Qingxuan’s still form, then at the raging battle.
Reluctantly, she stood down.
Swoosh!
Suddenly, a blur of silver lightning shot past them.
Qian Jinglei descended upon Meng Xuan like a thunderbolt, her spear piercing straight for his throat.
“Lightning Burial!”
Meng Xuan tilted his head, letting the spear graze his cheek—drawing a thin line of golden blood.
“Annoying fly,” he muttered.
BANG!
He grabbed the spear shaft and yanked, pulling Qian Jinglei off balance. Before she could react, his knee slammed into her gut, sending her hurtling backward.
But she had done her job.
Long Qingxuan was back on her feet.
Rip—!
Linlin, now fully transformed into her White Tiger God form, pounced, her claws ripping through the air with enough force to tear space itself.
At the same time, Qingqing whirled around Meng Xuan, her tiny fists unleashing miniature tornadoes that shredded the ground beneath him.
Meng Xuan blocked Linlin’s strike with his forearm, the impact sending shockwaves through the hall. He swiped at Qingqing, but the wind spirit dodged, sticking out her tongue.
“You can’t catch me!”
“Tch.” Meng Xuan’s eyes darkened.
BOOM!!
He stomped the ground, and a tidal wave of blood erupted beneath them, forcing both Linlin and Qingqing to retreat.
The dust cleared, revealing Long Qingxuan standing tall, her hair flaring like a dragon’s mane. Her eyes had shifted—no longer human, but fully draconic, glowing with ancient power.
“You,” she said, her voice echoing with something far older than herself, “will regret this.”
Meng Xuan grinned. “Finally showing your true colors?”
Visit and read more novel to help us update chapter quickly. Thank you so much!
Use arrow keys (or A / D) to PREV/NEXT chapter