“This is… a 迷阵!?”
Almost the moment the fog swallowed the carriage, Gu Shi Yun felt something was wrong.
Qing He immediately lifted the curtain to check the situation.
A misty expanse of fog billowed, and with a sudden gust of wind, a bewitching fragrance wafted from within the fog.
The group quickly held their breath.
A touch of caution flickered in Gu Shi Yun's beautiful eyes.
This was a 迷阵, no doubt about it.
It was just unclear whether they had accidentally stepped into it, or if someone had specifically waited here to lure them in...
“Jing Er, in a while, I will—”
Before Gu Shi Yun could finish her words, a beam of sword light suddenly struck the carriage, causing her face to change. She summoned a short blade from her storage ring, then transformed into a red streak, like a blazing fire, colliding head-on with the incoming sword light. The impact shook the surroundings with a trembling sound.
The carriage was no longer safe. Gu Shi Yun and Qing He protected Fang Ming Jing as they stepped out. Around them, in the thick fog, several figures flickered in and out of view.
“Princess, these people are definitely targeting us!”
Qing He's face turned pale.
The beautiful woman didn't respond, but sensing the cultivation levels of those figures, her heart began to sink.
One at the early stage of the Jie Sheng Realm, three at the peak of the Sheng Xuan Realm, and one at the middle stage of the Sheng Xuan Realm...
“The Great Yan Dynasty…”
Gu Shi Yun's face hardened with frost, instantly realizing whose handiwork this was.
They were clearly targeting them. If not the Great Yan Dynasty, who else would do this?
“Princess, I'll hold them off, you take the Young Saint—”
“You can't hold them off.”
Gu Shi Yun interrupted Qing He's words.
Qing He was only at the middle stage of the Sheng Xuan Realm, how could she possibly hold off these people? Especially since the 迷阵 wasn't so easy to break.
Gu Shi Yun gripped the short blade, her eyes fixed on the figures in the fog.
“You're sent by Qin Kuang, right? Your goal should only be me.”
“…. Princess Yun Ze, you flatter us. We mere pawns would never dare to associate with the Great Yan Dynasty. But our target is indeed only you.”
A somewhat hoarse voice echoed from the fog.
The leading cultivator at the Jie Sheng Realm emerged. His face was woodenly calm, paired with his emotionless, hoarse voice, he looked like a zombie.
The few Sheng Xuan Realm cultivators behind him were similarly expressionless.
“You speak beautifully.”
A tinge of sarcasm laced Gu Shi Yun’s beautiful features.
These people’s appearance, clearly emotionless death soldiers, combined with their targeting her specifically, pointed to no one but the Great Yan Dynasty.
“…”
The leading cultivator fell silent for a moment.
He likely understood the futility of trying to cover his tracks. To avoid complications, he waved his hand.
The Sheng Xuan Realm cultivators under him immediately attacked.
“Princess!”
“They're only after me, you take Jing Er and go!”
Gu Shi Yun let out a cry, the red short blade in her hand let out a phoenix-like chirp, radiating scarlet flames, transforming into a murderous blade of light as it shot towards the nearest death soldier.
The beautiful woman's cultivation was at the early stage of the Jie Sheng Realm.
To face an opponent at the same level as her, along with four at the Sheng Xuan Realm, although the situation was highly disadvantageous, she wouldn't be easily defeated in a short period of time.
Qing He gritted her silver teeth, several times drawing her sword to charge, but the beautiful woman's glaring eyes made her calm down.
“Young Saint—”
“Not going.”
Fang Ming Jing replied calmly.
Qing He’s heart trembled.
Looking at the Young Saint's icy gaze, she felt inexplicably a sense of intimidation...
On the battlefield, Gu Shi Yun was completely on the defensive.
The Jie Sheng Realm cultivator’s combat strength was demonstrably weaker than hers, but their coordinated attack technique, their combined strength, made it difficult for Gu Shi Yun to handle, gradually pulling her into their rhythm, forcing her to barely hold on.
“Jing Er…!”
Fang Ming Jing’s gaze turned even colder.
However, no one paid attention to this. Even if he was the Chong Xiao Saint, his current cultivation was only at the Ning Zhen Realm. What could he do in this situation?
Boom…Rumble…
Thunder rumbled in the sky.
A wave of wild, unmatched spiritual energy swept in, abruptly clearing away the dense fog of the 迷阵 in a brutally forceful manner.
What?
The Jie Sheng Realm cultivator’s eyes widened, baffled as to how their carefully laid 迷阵 had suddenly dissipated. Moreover, this ferocious spiritual energy was pure Heaven and Earth spiritual energy, not something a cultivator could manipulate.
Boom…Boom…Boom…
Vast spiritual energy like a sea gathered in the sky. Pitch-black storm clouds rapidly formed and began to descend, like a hand reaching down to crush something into the earth.
A Heavenly Tribulation!?
The Jie Sheng Realm cultivator couldn’t help but tremble.
Though he was an emotionless death soldier, facing a Heavenly Tribulation, he still couldn’t suppress the intense fear.
Was someone nearby about to transcend?
At that moment of trembling, Gu Shi Yun seized the opportunity. Her short blade blazed with scarlet spiritual light, the energy ignited like flames, tearing through their encirclement with a ripping sound.
Damn it.
The Jie Sheng Realm cultivator realized something was amiss.
Earlier, they had been able to hold back Gu Shi Yun only by relying on the 迷阵. Now that the 迷阵 was gone, both being at the Jie Sheng Realm, Gu Shi Yun could escape, and he couldn’t stop her.
He could only try to capture the Chong Xiao Saint to force her to surrender!
Yet, just as this thought arose, the Jie Sheng Realm cultivator felt a deadly sense of crisis coming from the sky!
BOOM！！！！！！！！
A pitch-black tribulation lightning descended, carrying the essence of annihilation.