702: Chapter 180: No One Can Break This Sky Prison!_2 702: Chapter 180: No One Can Break This Sky Prison!_2 Zhanxiu licked his lips and glanced toward the ground; Ya Ya’s palace was still nowhere to be found.
The Prince’s attendant, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb, watched Zhanxiu.
“Indeed, impressive!”
Worthy of being a Martial Divine God Cultivator from Ji Feixue Qianjiang, such combat power could claim a life with a single slash in the Stepping Sky Seven-fold, right?
He chuckled, “Pity that Ji Feixue is imprisoned by our emperor.
This time in the Mystery Yellow Cave Sky, all of you shall fall!”
With a laugh, he leapt into the air, flinging a dagger at Zhanxiu.
Zhanxiu flipped his Treasure Sword, slashing at the incoming dagger.
At the clash, a crisp ring resounded, and a poison snake suddenly sprang from the dagger, biting towards Ya Ya.
Zhanxiu’s expression changed in an instant.
Unable to save her in time, he saw Ya Ya’s figure flash, disappearing, and reemerging half a mile away.
Divine Skills: Divine God Machine!
Baiyun Palace, which restricted Space Divine Skills, imposed no limits on Ya Ya whatsoever.
The Prince’s attendant paused slightly, the poison snake turning to bite Zhanxiu’s arm; but before he could rejoice, Zhanxiu’s left arm exploded with a bang.
A cloud of blood mist obstructed his vision and Divine Sense.
Shocked, he felt a chill in his chest, followed only then by the sound of his blade breaking air.
A single slash bisected him instantly.
Zhanxiu’s blade, brimming with vital energy, shot straight through the Prince’s attendant’s body, striking his Life Bound Star.
The silence that followed the slash foretold its termination.
The Life Bound Star was split in two along with his body.
The Martial Divine God’s Path is exceptionally ruthless; in the All Heavens and Myriad Realms, the true number of those who embarked on this path didn’t exceed a hundred.
Yet, this path was indeed born for battle, every strike carrying the effect of the Reverse Cut Root, from which even the Yuan Sovereign Clan could not hide.
After the slash, Zhanxiu looked up at the clouds, news of Princess Chang being trapped; this message had already spread across the entire Mystery Yellow Cave Sky in the Sealed Emperor Great World at the first opportunity.
Zhanxiu’s expression darkened.
Turning around, he pulled Ya Ya to him and leaped toward the ground.
Martial cultivators were born to stand firm on the earth; they could not unleash their full power in mid-air!
As Zhanxiu made his move, two Drakes leapt down from the clouds above.
These were not the drakes of Yunmeng Ze, but the Drake Battle Formation of Sealed Emperor Great World!
The drakes roared, diving straight for Zhanxiu.
Zhanxiu pushed Ya Ya in front of him, letting her cling to the hem of his clothing, then swung his blade back at the two drakes with a flash of light.
However, the drakes clamped their jaws on the blade’s light, instantly shattering it to pieces with a crunch.
The persistent drakes continued the chase.
Zhanxiu caught a glimpse—the Drake at the forefront was none other than the Crown Prince of the Sealed Emperor Palace forming the base of the formation, while the other remained unknown.
“Let’s go!” Zhanxiu didn’t dare to linger in battle and turned to leave.
“Master, over there!” Ya Ya pointed towards the icy plains; her eyes shone.
She sensed her mother’s presence.
Grandma had said that her mother was in Daddy’s palace.
Zhanxiu didn’t hesitate.
With a stomp, he shattered the air, propelled like a cannonball, holding Ya Ya as he rushed northward.
Behind them, the roaring drakes momentarily scattered from the formation.
Military formations have their strengths and weaknesses; drakes are good at fighting but average in speed and lost sight of the chase.
The military formation scattered, and both the Prince and Prince’s guard, the Left General, transformed into two Astonishing Swans, pursuing Zhanxiu closely.
The remaining Military Division lined up and followed suit.
The group was small, with each Drake consisting of just six forming the Battle Formation, but other than the two leaders, the rest were all at Stepping Sky Six-fold.
The Prince’s Residence only had a few Mystery Yellow Orders, all of which were used for the edge of the blades.
Zhanxiu’s flying differed from ordinary cultivators; he skimmed the ground, his body surging forward with every stomp, breaking air for a stretch, then stomping again—as if running on the earth, yet his speed was so fast that neither the Prince nor the Left General could keep up.
Within half a day, they burst into the ice plains.
Zhanxiu didn’t need Ya Ya to guide him; he instinctively knew the location of the palace.
He pivoted towards the palace, catching only a glimpse before flinging Ya Ya towards it.
“Don’t come out!” Zhanxiu shouted urgently, turning and running in another direction.
Ya Ya tumbled into the palace.
The Left General shot a beam of light into the sky: “Surround this place with the rear troops and annihilate the Little Dragon Turtle!”
He gave the order to encircle and kill the Dragon Turtle, while he, along with the Prince, whirled around to assail Zhanxiu.
Atop the clouds, a Roaring Azure Dragon stretched across the sky.
Outside the Azure Dragon, a small island floated, and upon this island, the tardy Xuanzhen Taoist arrived.
But he hadn’t delayed matters.
Now, under the big tree on the island, instead of Emperor Luan and Xuanzhen Taoist playing Weiqi, sat two Elders from Guiwang Mountain.
The elder, with snow-white beard, appeared aged.
The youth was a mere tot in a bellyband, bare bottomed.
Other Daoists from Guiwang Mountain surrounded them, some drinking tea, others pouring wine, dancing, or playing the zither, with at least a dozen in sight!
Adding to them were Scholars from Jixia Academy, monks from Gujing Pavilion; their Human Qi connected, powering the island beneath them as they stood off against the Azure Dragon in the air, vying for the cage in the middle.
Emperor Luan held the Mountain and River Ding in his hand, which flashed.
The Azure Dragon roared, its tail whipping out.
With a snap, it hit the island, causing willow branches on the island to rise with the wind and sweep at the Azure Dragon.
A single hit caused a loud explosion that tore through space in all directions.
The Azure Dragon roared, fire surging as it turned into a blazing sun shining over the island.
A Master from the island, sipping tea, tossed his brew at it, turning it into a monstrous wave that swept toward the fire.
Yet it evaporated under the lick of a tongue of flame from the sun.
With a roar from the Azure Dragon, a fire blazed into the sky, raining down upon the island like a torrential downpour.
The old and young players of Go looked up simultaneously.
The tot slammed his palm on the Go board, sending pieces trembling into the air, which unfolded in the sky, every single piece transmuting into a star, turning a game of Go into a galaxy.