Chapter Fifty-One: Fierce Battle with the Tiger-Masked Immortal

And, with a trace of thunderous light that numbed nerves, dantian, and soul, once struck, Xin Hao could do nothing but tremble and blink desperately. In the next moment, an eagle’s beak swooped down, swallowing him and the silk together, leaving nothing behind.

“Delicious!” The Flood Eagle grinned foolishly at Wuyun, only to receive three slaps on the head.

Wuyun was furious, striking and shouting, “He died too easily! I wanted him to witness how the Tiger-faced Immortal and the Luo Immortal Emperor meet their end!”

Calming his rage, Wuyun was about to smile when something despicable happened: the not-yet-dead Xin Hao appeared before him again, his head and face smeared with sticky fluid, as if he had crawled out of a dung heap.

“Senior, lately my stomach’s been a bit loose, and you’ve beaten him so fiercely, he...”

With a kick, the Flood Eagle was sent back to Liu Ruoyan’s side. At this moment, Wuyun beckoned to Old Bear Third, who jumped up as if stung by a hornet, exclaiming, “Senior, I never eat living people!”

While disputes raged, the experts within the Bagua Diagram ceased resistance and were captured by Long Yi, witnessing the previous scene with disgust welling in their hearts.

As Wuyun pondered, Liu Ruoyan’s arm, adorned with skeletal floral patterns, suddenly reacted. Disgusted, her mood triggered a flash of orange light, which flew into Xin Hao’s body. As if devoured by ghosts, smoke quickly emerged and returned to her arm.

Xin Hao was utterly dead, vanished without a trace.

Liu Ruoyan, already nauseated, felt even worse as she looked at the pattern on her arm. She struggled, but Wuyun stopped her, saying, “This is the core of the Dao Bone Flower, soon to form a spirit. Raise it well, and it will bring you glory in the future!”

With a flick of his finger, he rescued those imprisoned in the Treasure Palace, restoring their strength. Wuyun left Moonfall Hua and his wife, along with the Bronze Furnace, and addressed the factions and disciples once sheltered by the Sword Mountain Sect, “This is a great tribulation. I believe those who survive catastrophe are destined for fortune. Therefore, everything belonging to the Multi-Space Chamber of Commerce is yours to divide!”

Such naked division left the captured Broken God experts of the Chamber of Commerce without complaint. The Treasure Palace carried the accumulated wealth of the Chamber for countless years—its partition would be astonishing!

The rescued wept with joy, but the next moment, their joy turned to trepidation.

Wuyun continued, “Involving the Saint Tyrant means you are bound to encounter danger someday. So Moonfall Hua, Xiao Qi, Bronze Furnace, and all peak masters and disciples must leave this Qianluo Space, this microcosm. Either hide in another world or ascend to the Immortal Realm. The Immortal Realm is vast; wherever you enter, your lives can be preserved. The problem is…”

At this critical point, the crowd realized: to ascend, to cross tribulation and depart, required not only exceptional strength, but also luck and all manner of resources.

The atmosphere grew oppressive. Yet in the next moment, Wuyun coughed and said, “From now on, I’ll finish my words, so you need not worry. Once the Tiger-faced Immortal is banished, the tribulation lightning will weaken in thirty years. If, after thirty years and with all these resources, you have not cultivated true souls, then you deserve to grow old and die here!”

Wuyun did not elaborate further, but pointed at Moonfall Hua, tossing him several broken Dao treasures and dozens of artifacts, whispering, “These I snatched from the jaws of dragons with great effort. Guard them well, and give one to anyone who reaches the Broken God stage for protection.”

After some advice, he consulted the Bronze Furnace about whether he wished to follow. The latter shook his head repeatedly, wary as if facing a tiger. With a sigh, Wuyun suddenly saw Xiao Qi wave a hand, throwing over a bundle.

In a daze, Wuyun watched as Xiao Qi took Moonfall Hua and the Bronze Furnace, leading everyone back to the Treasure Palace of the Multi-Space Chamber.

At the last moment, Long Yi pointed and cast immortal arts, sending over a hundred captured Broken God masters into the palace and said to Moonfall Hua, “I have laid a forbidden spell. They must obey you. The life beads are in your body, guard them well!”

Moonfall Hua was in tears—not out of gratitude, but because he did not possess any life beads! He was terrified!

The hundreds of Broken God experts, faces bleak, followed Moonfall Hua and vanished into the vast cosmos.

“You’re harming him!” Wuyun scolded, glancing at the formation in his palm, where the Tiger-faced Immortal still struggled.

As the imperial aura faded, Wuyun grew tense; the decisive battle was imminent. Once the Tiger-faced Immortal fought desperately, he, along with the Battle King and Long Yi, would have to take turns fighting.

What made him even more anxious was the two-year-old boy in his arms, gazing at him with round eyes. He had promised Moonfall Hua to make his child an Immortal Emperor.

“Senior, the Tiger-faced Immortal is hateful!”

“I believe the most hateful thing is my own mouth!” Wuyun told the Little Worm to be patient, then summoned a treasure and placed the boy inside. Upon seeing the boy’s clothing, he noticed two large characters—Moon Seven.

“Saint Tyrant, I hate you!” Wuyun shouted, and the formation in his palm unfolded in space. As it opened, everyone’s bodies shifted, entering the torn spatial rift along with the formation.

This was their first entry into a spatial rift—without Dao tools, entry meant death!

The formation diagram was between a Dao tool and a heavy artifact. Inside, those at the eye of the formation could see everything in the rift: spinning tunnels, endless gravities—some passages large, some small, all misty with no color.

No black, no white, gray yet not gray, very oppressive!

Liu Ruoyan had just described the color of the rift, but Wuyun shook his head and sighed, “You are mistaken. This is only the reflection of the outside world through the formation. If you entered personally, the rift would be filled with vivid colors.”

“Every spinning tunnel, by its color, you can tell where it leads. If you ascend, you’ll intuitively sense the consciousness within the tunnel, understanding every ascension path!”

As Wuyun spoke, the formation eye shook—the Tiger-faced Immortal was at a critical moment!

Earlier, the Little Worm had called the Tiger-faced Immortal hateful because his Qiankun Belly still contained three hundred thousand soldiers from the Seven Qi Kingdom. Their purpose would surely be revealed in a last stand!

Layer upon layer of imperial might was worn away by countless attacks within the formation, its destruction fueling and strengthening the formation itself.

As the imperial aura neared its end, suddenly, the Tiger-faced Immortal reverted to his original form, then transformed again—appearing as an adorable, diminutive civet cat, weaving through the relentless attacks.

Reducing his size, he minimized losses, condensing the imperial power for greater effect. At this point, someone needed to provoke him, forcing the civet cat to strike!

First to fight was the Little Worm, whose cultivation in the Focused Spirit stage made him immune to attacks within the formation. He launched several beams of light but was quickly slashed by the civet cat, blood flowing from his paw.

Before the second strike could land, the Battle King entered, blocking the attack.

The Battle King’s golden body was incredibly tough. After several blows, he felt no concern, but as he prepared to retaliate, his vision blurred and his eyelid was slashed open.

The Tiger-faced Immortal, wielding imperial power, broke through the Battle King’s shield.

Yet using imperial power, the Tiger-faced Immortal was struck by the formation, and after several exchanges, the Battle King withdrew with the Little Worm, leaving the Tiger-faced Immortal unharmed.

Their attacks were too weak to force the cat demon’s hand; as for Old Bear Third, Liu Ruoyan, and the Flood Eagle, they were better off watching than sending themselves to their doom!

Now it was Long Yi’s turn. He had never feared the Tiger-faced Immortal; in a direct fight, he would only be forced to flee. But now, wielding the ancient yellow broken blade, everything was different.

The cat demon, seeing the blade, grew wary, avoiding confrontation and seeking only to hide.

“Six-talented Old Mudfish, lend me your strength and shrink the formation!” Long Yi roared. Suddenly, gravity increased within the formation, causing Long Yi to stagger, nearly dropping the blade.

Cold sweat poured down his face as he remembered that the Six-talented Ancestor Dragon was his own father, whom he had personally forged into a spirit. Before he could call out to Wuyun for help, he heard the ancestor dragon laugh wildly, “With the time left, I’ll risk my life to drag you down with me!”

The formation’s magic now ignored the Tiger-faced Immortal, focusing all attacks on Long Yi. What seemed simple became terrifying as Long Yi experienced the Ten Heavens Nine Earths formation firsthand.

A ghostly wind eroded his soul, a searing heat scorched his consciousness, countless particles like meteorites ground his protective aura, shrinking it further.

Many indistinct and shattered materials circled the formation, recovering after a round, while the shrinking aura depended on the spiritual energy within his body.

Yet this was just the beginning. Looking out, dozens of air currents assaulted him amidst thousands of troops. Long Yi even saw Immortal Emperors wielding imperial artifacts, staring coldly and commanding their armies to attack at will!

Wind and rain, thunder and lightning, water and fire binding, dual beams of light, thunderous explosions!

In just a few breaths, the unprepared Long Yi suffered grievous wounds—his back, where the dragon spine lay, was drenched in blood, exposing bone and sinew.

Even immortal emperor consciousness and mysterious spheres could be worn away, much less Long Yi!

From the formation eye, Wuyun roared in fury. Old Bear Third and the Flood Eagle had just entered to assist, but were repelled by the Tiger-faced Immortal’s imperial might. At this moment, the Tiger-faced Immortal, though puzzled, still chose to strike while Long Yi was down, ready to finish him.

Imperial power, like a sword, stabbed at Long Yi. At the critical moment, Long Yi blocked with his short blade, protecting his heart and head, but his body was riddled with holes, scales gone, tail broken in three places, and even the powerful dragon horns atop his head were half-shorn.

The imperial power did not diminish, but grew stronger. The broken sword, narrow, could shield only one side. As Long Yi neared death, the ancestor dragon suddenly spun, trapping the Tiger-faced Immortal in a confined space.

The Tiger-faced Immortal sneered, “One cries, one suffers—how could I fall for this? This imperial power is vast, eroding soul and flesh. Without timely healing, death is certain.”

“Hahaha!” The ancestor dragon laughed flamboyantly, proud, “But you’ve already fallen for it. My hatred for my wayward son is utterly real. You see, he has only a breath left. As for you, if you have no backup plan, once this imperial power is spent, you’ll be trapped here.”

The Tiger-faced Immortal shook his head over and over. Within his Qiankun Belly, the three hundred thousand cultivators of Seven Qi Kingdom were neatly arrayed, visible to all. Before he could act further, Wuyun’s shout rang out, “Three hundred thousand soldiers, three hundred thousand families—sever your cultivation, and I’ll send you away!”

“Ridiculous! Meow! Meow, ridiculous!” The Tiger-faced Immortal was now utterly deranged. As his madness grew, the blood and essence of the three hundred thousand soldiers were instantly absorbed.