This world actually has a Soul Projection expert?!

  One holy son had his body obliterated, only his soul fleeing protected by a saint-tier treasure.

  “Damn it! How is there a Soul Projection expert?!”

  The holy son whose body was crushed roared in fury.

  He didn’t truly fear Soul Projection experts; in their high martial worlds, they weren’t rare.

  His body had been destroyed only because he hadn’t reacted in time.

  With saint-tier treasures, even a Soul Projection strike wouldn’t necessarily kill him.

  The Empress was breathtakingly beautiful—advancing to Yang God had added an otherworldly charm, a touch of seductive allure.

  But the moment she spoke, all that charm shattered.

  On his dead continent, Qi Liujia’s withered body trembled, a smile tugging at his lips.

  He exhaled in relief.

  This continent was far stronger than he had imagined.

  Yet when he recalled the white-robed youth whose mere presence had nearly crushed his clay avatar, it no longer surprised him.

  On the Bloody Battlefield,

  Tantai Xuan clenched his fists, face flushed with excitement.

  Counterattack!

  The time for counterattack had come!

  Kill these bastards!

  The Empress crushing a holy son with one palm sent waves of satisfaction through everyone.

  The Qian Female Palace cultivators nearly screamed in excitement.

  This was their Holy Lord, their Empress!

  “Empress, you’re too impatient.”

  A lazy laugh echoed across the battlefield.

  Everyone turned.

  On the vast crimson plain, a black-robed figure strolled forward, dragging a long spear single-handedly.

  BOOM!

  With each step, he rose into the air.

  Blinding aura erupted like a blazing sun.

  Martial Emperor City Lord—Du Longyang, Yang God Realm!

  “Another Soul Projection expert!”

  The holy sons and maidens’ pupils contracted.

  Far away, the watching wanderers felt ice in their veins.

  This wasn’t a mid-martial world—this was a wolf in sheep’s clothing!

  Without these holy sons and maidens, any wanderer who attacked would have been crushed by these sudden Soul Projection experts.

  “Why does a mid-martial world have Soul Projection experts?!”

  Some wanderers screamed.

  “This is a quasi-high martial world on the verge of ascension—why wouldn’t it?!”

  “We should run! We won’t even get soup this time!”

  Yet no one left.

  They wanted to witness this battle that shook the Nihility.

  Even with Soul Projection experts, they didn’t believe the holy sons and maidens would lose.

  BOOM!

  Ye Shoudao’s single sleeve fluttered.

  He stood on the battlefield, eyes sharp as a wolf’s.

  “Three Soul Projection experts…”

  The holy sons and maidens inhaled sharply.

  Feng Yilou, Zhong Nan, and Xiao Yue’er also unleashed powerful auras.

  Clap, clap, clap.

  On the bronze warship, the golden-robed youth applauded.

  “Three Soul Projection experts—this is a quasi-high martial world…”

  He smiled.

  “But only three.”

  The bronze-skinned giant on the ferocious bird closed his eyes again.

  Uninterested.

  Only the evolving high martial origin could catch his attention.

  “Indeed unexpected.”

  The golden boy and jade girl on the immortal crane spoke in unison, smiling coldly.

  The Empress frowned.

  She looked into the distance.

  Figures in armor had appeared in the void.

  Each radiated aura that merged with the emptiness.

  “Those are the protectors of the Seventh Derivative holy sons and maidens!”

  Wanderers gasped.

  Using Soul Projection experts as bodyguards—only Seventh Derivative worlds could afford such arrogance.

  The armored figures appeared behind their charges.

  On the bronze warship, the golden-robed youth smiled.

  “Soul Projection experts are indeed a surprise…”

  “But the outcome remains unchanged. A world bold enough to challenge high martial in the Nihility must hide intoxicating secrets.”

  His words spread.

  Many holy sons and maidens breathed faster, exchanging glances filled with greed.

  This world… truly hid great secrets?

  “Attack. Kill without mercy.”

  The golden-robed youth commanded.

  “Yes.”

  In the void,

  The armored experts bowed, voices ringing like iron.

  They stepped forward, armor clanking.

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  Terrifying auras made the void boom.

  “So domineering, holy sons and maidens.”

  Du Longyang said coldly, black hair dancing.

  “This one’s mine.”

  But before he finished—

  Ye Shoudao moved.

  His body launched like a spring, blade drawn.

  A sky-blotting slash cleaved toward an armored expert.

  Du Longyang froze, furious.

  “Ye Shoudao, you’re stealing my opponent?!”

  But Ye Shoudao was already gone.

  On the bronze warship, the golden-robed youth’s face darkened.

  These natives dared treat his protector like a prize?

  Humiliation!

  The immortal crane spread its wings; the twins laughed mockingly.

  “Steal what?”

  They signaled their own protector.

  Another Soul Projection expert attacked.

  Du Longyang wasted no words—battle erupted instantly in the void!

  Since tool-man Fu Tianluo’s death, they hadn’t had a proper fight!

  Holy Son Qingling on the spirit boat ordered his protector forward.

  The Empress cursed and charged.

  Energy storms divided the void into battlefields.

  Nie Changqing stood with Dragon Slayer at his waist, face grim.

  He watched Du Longyang and the others.

  The fights were not going as smoothly as expected.

  These high martial experts were no weaklings.

  Du Longyang, Ye Shoudao, and the Empress were being pushed back!

  With the Soul Projection experts occupied,

  The holy sons and maidens turned to Nie Changqing and the others.

  “Without Soul Projection protection… what are you?”

  The golden-robed youth smiled.

  Dozens attacked.

  Without the pressure of Soul Projection experts, they could finally act freely.

  “They’re coming!”

  Nie Changqing said.

  Beside him, Feng Yilou, Xiao Yue’er, and Zhong Nan grinned.

  “Perfect. Ten years without a real fight—finally a good one.”

  Zhong Nan spoke—he was a battle maniac.

  He charged, blade flashing.

  After his loss to Overlord, ten years of reflection had honed him sharper than ever.

  Feng Yilou’s purple robes fluttered.

  His Holy Lord was fighting—he would not embarrass him.

  His idol had always been Du Longyang.

  Fighting alongside him now set his blood ablaze.

  “KILL!”

  His purple spear shot like lightning.

  He engaged a holy son in a storm of spear strikes.

  Xiao Yue’er smiled.

  She rarely fought, but this time she needed battle to temper herself.

  She glanced at Feng Yilou and Zhong Nan.

  “Don’t die, you two.”

  From afar, their laughter echoed: “You don’t die!”

  The three Tian Yuan prodigies bloomed with brilliance.

  Xiao Yue’er clashed with a holy maiden—two women, no less fierce than men.

  Everyone on the Bloody Battlefield watched tensely.

  Each fight felt like life or death for the world.

  Buzz…

  Suddenly,

  Wind rose on the battlefield.

  A corner tore open.

  Righteous qi surged skyward.

  Kong Nanfei in scholar robes, wine gourd in hand, laughed loudly.

  “Heaven and earth possess righteous qi, bestowed in myriad forms!”

  He recited poetry.

  Righteous qi swirled around him.

  In the distance, wanderers paled.

  “Another Spirit Severing?!”

  They were horrified.

  They had thought Nie Changqing was the limit.

  Then Feng Yilou, Xiao Yue’er, and Zhong Nan appeared.

  But with Soul Projection experts, more Spirit Severing made sense.

  They only thanked their luck they hadn’t attacked—otherwise, death without knowing how.

  These were Spirit Severing experts who could fight holy sons and maidens!

  …

  Behind the Origin Waterfall,

  A figure emerged.

  Nie Zha in snow-white robes, long neck graceful, black hair cascading like a waterfall.

  Ten years of seclusion had made her more mature, more stunning.

  “Everyone’s out… seems they all went to the Bloody Battlefield.”

  A sweet voice sounded behind her.

  Ni Yu stepped out, black pot on her back, Little Yinglong—now much fatter—atop her head.

  Nie Zha smiled gently.

  “No… wait. Overlord isn’t out yet. He’s trying to tame that golden lion as a mount. Not sure if he’ll succeed.”

  Ni Yu crunched a pill, sweet flavor making her smile happily.

  “The golden lion is late-stage Yin Spirit—strong. Taming it won’t be easy.”

  Nie Zha said.

  She tilted her graceful neck, gazing at the blood-red sky heavy with pressure.

  “Young Master awakened us… he needs us.”

  “Young Master probably wants us to use them as training dummies.”

  Ni Yu said seriously.

  Nie Zha blinked—suddenly it made sense.

  “With Young Master’s temper, if they weren’t qualified tool people, he’d have killed them already.”

  “Young Master is so strong—ten years for us, he must be even stronger!”

  Ni Yu had blind faith in Young Master.

  Then she grew sad, pounding her flat chest.

  “Ten years! Sister Nie… ten years and I still haven’t grown!”

  She wailed.

  She had hoped ten years would make her tall and curvy—so Young Master might go easy when she caused trouble.

  But nothing changed.

  Nie Zha could only pat her head in comfort.

  “Let’s go. The Bloody Battlefield awaits.”

  Nie Zha said.

  She tapped the ground lightly.

  Whoosh…

  Ice crystals spread, forming lotus-shaped platforms across the sea.

  Ni Yu and Nie Zha vanished into the ice.

  Shortly after they left,

  A cyan streak flashed behind the waterfall.

  A youth in cyan robes appeared—handsome, aloof.

  He glanced back.

  “Big Sister is one step away…”

  “I’ll check the battlefield first. If it gets bad, I’ll call her.”

  It was the Azure Dragon.

  Maintaining his cool demeanor, he shot into the clouds.

  …

  “I am Bu Nanxing, a holy son from a Ninth Derivative high martial world.”

  “I never wanted to be a holy son, but I was born one—so I decided to be a low-key one.”

  “I just wanted to cultivate quietly in my holy land, avoid trouble, live peacefully, and seek immortality.”

  “But my Holy Lord received a message from the so-called High Martial Buddhist bald donkey—said a mid-martial world in the Nihility was ascending, its origin a great fortune. So I got kicked out.”

  “Thankfully I’m smart—joined this holy son team, hid my trump cards, played it safe like an old dog.”

  “But now… this team doesn’t seem safe either.”

  “Shit! This mid-martial world has Soul Projection monsters! One holy son already got his body crushed!”

  “The sacred records were right—the Nihility once buried Ancient Emperors. Too dangerous!”

  “I need to hide!”

  Among the holy sons and maidens,

  An utterly ordinary-looking youth in plain clothes muttered under his breath.

  Seeing the others charge in fury,

  He shook his head—“Idiots”—and quietly retreated.

  The bronze-skinned giant on the ferocious bird glanced at him.

  Bu Nanxing offered a polite, awkward smile.

  Then vanished in a streak toward the Golden Body Continent.

  From years of survival experience, it was the safest—thinnest spiritual energy, fewest experts, barely any living people.

  The giant paid him no mind.

  A mid-stage Spirit Severing from an Eighth Derivative world wasn’t worth his attention.

  He closed his eyes again.

  …

  The battle turned white-hot.

  The arrogant holy sons and maidens grew grim.

  They could feel their opponents growing stronger mid-fight.

  “Insolence!”

  “Daring to use us as whetstones?!”

  The holy son fighting Zhong Nan roared.

  BOOM!

  He unleashed his Dao Intent, merging it into a world-shaking strike.

  Zhong Nan’s face hardened.

  “Dao Intent…”

  The holy son sneered coldly.

  “Today, you die!”

  Dao Intent was their trump card—once drawn, blood must flow!

  Zhong Nan retreated a step.

  Then—rivers surged behind him!

  Crashing waves upon waves!

  “Fifth-tier Sequence Dao Intent—Overlapping Waves!”

  Zhong Nan roared.

  Gripping his blade with both hands, he slashed.

  The Dao Intent-infused strike made his blade tremble.

  Pfft!

  One slash.

  The holy son was cleaved in two, blood raining from the sky.

  At the same time,

  Feng Yilou and Xiao Yue’er unleashed their Dao Intents.

  “What?!”

  The holy sons and maidens were stunned.

  Nie Changqing having Dao Intent was one thing—a heaven-defying genius.

  But all of them?!

  A mid-martial world not yet high martial—how could it birth so many Dao Intent prodigies rarer than phoenix feathers in high martial worlds?!

  On the bronze warship, the golden-robed youth’s eyes gleamed.

  He recalled legends of the Nihility.

  “Legend says the Nihility buried Ancient Emperors… Could this world be connected to one?!”

  His aura surged.

  He could wait no longer.

  He stepped forward.

  Terrifying presence exploded.

  The bronze warship thundered forth.

  BOOM!

  In an instant, it loomed over Xiao Yue’er.

  The moment it moved,

  Watching wanderers cried out.

  y.

  “He’s attacking! Beigong Feng is making his move!”

  “A Seventh Derivative holy son—this will end the invasion decisively!”

  BOOM!

  The warship seemed to collapse the void.

  Xiao Yue’er’s heart sank.

  Shadow engulfed her.

  From afar,

  Feng Yilou and Zhong Nan shouted, “Careful!”

  Too late.

  On the warship, Holy Son Beigong Feng smiled contemptuously.

  “Mere ants.”

  He threw a punch.

  Energy coalesced into a colossal fist.

  Xiao Yue’er struck desperately with her Dao Intent.

  But against that fist, she felt like an ant shaking a mountain.

  Pfft!

  Her body exploded!

  Only her soul fled.

  Holy Son Beigong stood proud.

  His attack needed to intimidate.

  “Think you can escape?”

  “DIE!”

  The fist blazed with divine light, crushing down again.

  Xiao Yue’er’s soul screamed in terror.

  Zhong Nan charged, slashing desperately.

  The fist flashed.

  His blade shattered inch by inch!

  Zhong Nan grabbed Xiao Yue’er’s soul and was sent flying back into the Bloody Battlefield.

  BOOM!

  An explosion rocked the earth.

  Dust and blood storms raged.

  Long after,

  Zhong Nan staggered from a massive crater.

  His blade broken, chest caved in, coughing blood mixed with organ fragments.

  One punch—near death!

  “Still alive? Lucky native.”

  Beigong Feng said coldly.

  Fury hidden in his eyes.

  He had failed to kill.

  His punch rivaled Soul Projection.

  His sharp gaze swept the battlefield, tyrannical aura erupting.

  Late-stage Spirit Severing, from a Seventh Derivative world—he was nearly invincible, able to fight Soul Projection experts.

  “Everyone, it’s time.”

  “End these ants quickly. Then we can focus on this world’s origin. It may hold secrets of the Ancient Emperors… perhaps even the location of an Emperor’s tomb.”

  Beigong Feng stood proudly on his warship.

  He turned to the bronze-skinned giant, the twins, and the silent Qingling.

  At his words,

  The giant opened his eyes.

  The twins smiled, urging their crane forward, pressure mounting.

  Qingling smiled gently, his arm turning jade-like again.

  The next instant,

  Four overwhelming auras—no weaker than Beigong Feng’s—clashed outside the Five Phoenixes.

  Feng Yilou’s face was ice.

  Nie Changqing’s hair danced, expression grave.

  Kong Nanfei, suppressing a holy son, grew serious.

  Nie Zha, who had just arrived, frowned.

  The Azure Dragon, now in teenage form, narrowed his eyes.

  But just as they prepared to fight…

  A heaven-shaking roar froze them.

  Their faces turned strange.

  BOOM!

  The Bloody Battlefield exploded.

  Demonic qi surged like a storm.

  Thud! Thud! Thud!

  The ground trembled as if a titan approached.

  Everyone stared.

  Dust cleared.

  Brilliant golden light blazed.

  A majestic golden lion strode forth, roaring with feral might.

  And on its back…

  A figure sat cross-legged, axe and shield on his back.

  Overwhelming aura shot skyward without restraint.

  Overlord had come riding the lion.