As the giant axe in her hand was shattered, a figure stepped through the air from afar.
The figure wore a purple robe, radiating thick holy pressure all around.
Vast spiritforce rose at his feet, each step like crossing a day and night.
As the figure approached, Xue Fengyun’s face lit up with joy.
He shouted, “Elder Jingyu, save me!”
The elder named Xue Jingyu frowned slightly and scolded, “A city lord, panicking like this, what a disgrace.”
Xue Fengyun quickly lowered his head, not daring to speak again.
Although the gap between the Emperor Meridian and Empyrean Meridian realms was slight, within the Blood Nether Sacred Ground, they were treated entirely differently.
An Imperial Meridian cultivator could serve as a city lord, while an Empyrean Meridian cultivator was a core elder of the sect.
Aside from the Sacred Lord, they were the most powerful figures.
And now, with his life in this man’s hands, Xue Fengyun naturally didn’t dare argue.
“Who are you?” Xue Jingyu asked harshly, unleashing his Empyrean Meridian pressure upon Tan Jiulin.
“You dare kill an elder of my Blood Nether Sacred Ground?”
“He provoked me first. I was just forced to retaliate,” Tan Jiulin replied calmly.
“I don’t care if it was retaliation or not. You’re coming back to the lineage with me to await judgment,” Xue Jingyu snorted coldly and reached out his large hand.
“You people are too used to being in power, always thinking a few words can decide someone’s life or death,” Tan Jiulin replied coldly.
When the giant hand came down, its coverage was vast.
Knowing she couldn’t dodge, Tan Jiulin had no choice but to meet it head-on.
As Tan Jiulin’s fists collided with the descending hand, she only resisted for a brief moment before being smashed into the ground.
A massive, deep five-fingered handprint appeared on the ground.
“Stop struggling. The gap between Imperial Meridian and Empyrean Meridian is a chasm you can’t cross,” Xue Jingyu said coldly.
“Is that so?”
Dust filled the air. As it settled, Tan Jiulin slowly stood from the deep crater.
Her black robe was covered in dust, and even her short hair was disheveled.
A powerful imperial pressure surged from within her.
“I’d like to test how strong you really are.”
Tan Jiulin smiled faintly, her face slightly pale.
A cracking sound came from her body, like bones being dislocated.
She then began pulling her bones out one by one, condensing a giant axe from the white bones in front of her.
Her skin turned bronze-colored, and her short hair lengthened, forming numerous braids.
A golden axe mark appeared on her forehead.
As she gripped the axe, a powerful wave of energy rippled out from her.
The surrounding space shattered, and even Xue Jingyu was forced to take a step back.
“So this is the boost granted by the Army Breaker Imperial Physique,” Xu Zimo murmured to himself from the side.
“What is that?” Xue Jingyu asked in shock and confusion.
“You don’t even know about the Hundred Battle Physiques?” Tan Jiulin replied calmly.
She raised the white-bone axe, its edge gleaming with a chilling light.
The golden axe mark on her forehead flashed as she vanished and reappeared in front of Xue Jingyu in a flash.
With a loud “boom,” the giant axe crashed down.
Blood flew through the air, and Xue Jingyu was sent flying.
“How is this possible?” he shouted in disbelief. “This is no ordinary battle body.”
“Does it matter to a man about to die?” Tan Jiulin replied.
She moved fast, the golden axe mark flashing again and again.
Her attacks were extremely fierce, and the axe in her hand seemed to have powerful cutting abilities and ignored defenses.
Every strike was heavy, and in just a few moves, Xue Jingyu was covered in blood, his body torn all over.
“You deserve to die,” Xue Jingyu lifted his head, licking the blood from his wrist, eyes glaring darkly at Tan Jiulin.
“Annoying,” Tan Jiulin didn’t give him a moment to breathe.
She swung the giant axe again.
Xue Jingyu let out a roar, slowly spreading his arms, blood surging from his body into the sky.
It was as if his blood were burning, dyeing the sky red.
“Then let’s die together,” Xue Jingyu let out a sinister laugh and roar.
As blood filled the air, a thick smell of blood spread in all directions, condensing into a terrifying blood-red monster.
The blood monster roared shapelessly and lunged at Tan Jiulin.
She raised her axe and slashed, but the blood stuck to the axe like acid, clinging tightly.
In just a moment, the blood completely engulfed her.
Xue Jingyu laughed louder, his aura growing stronger and stronger.
Just then, a pitch-black light tore through the void, slashing down from the ancient past to the present.
The blood monster was instantly annihilated.
Tan Jiulin tore through the void and stepped out from the blood engulfment.
Black spiritforce surrounded her, surging into the sky. Even her giant axe radiated an aura of destruction.
“How can this be?” Xue Jingyu screamed in horror.
“That’s because you don’t understand what the Army Breaker Imperial Physique truly is,” Tan Jiulin said calmly.
She swung her axe.
Before Xue Jingyu could flee, he was completely obliterated.
Seeing things turn for the worse, Xue Fengyun and the other man tried to flee the city.
Tan Jiulin didn’t even look at them. She casually tossed her axe.
The axe tore through space, and when it fell, it split the city’s main road in two.
A bottomless chasm opened in the ground.
Xue Fengyun and the other man were both slain by the axe.
Tan Jiulin turned around and stood tall, the space around her constantly shattering and reforming.
She looked at Xu Zimo with blazing eyes and asked, “Am I still too weak now? Do I have the right to fight you?”
She waved her hand, and the axe rose from the chasm, tore through space, and returned to her grip.
Xu Zimo finished his wine and slowly stood up from the ruins.
To someone at the God Meridian stage like him, someone who hadn’t even reached the Empyrean Meridian level yet didn’t stir any fighting spirit in him.
Even if she had the second-ranked battle body, it didn’t matter.
He wore a purple robe, his long hair drifting without wind, and Shadow Tyrant on his back trembled in its sheath.
Xu Zimo slowly raised his right hand and extended his index finger.
As his finger pointed down, spiritforce gathered around him.
Above his head, that finger seemed to turn into a pillar holding up the heavens.