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Three majestic figures stood in the sky, like deities, with their feet on the nine heavens and ten earths, overlooking the world!

A vast aura spread out, causing the sky to collapse and the earth to crack. The void shattered as if it couldn’t withstand the aura of the three.

Boom!

A powerful dragon’s roar resounded through the heavens, and a true dragon’s shadow spiraled in the sky.

The massive figure seemed to cover the sky, with dragon scales forged like divine gold, each one dazzling like a great sun.

The enormous vertical pupils were like stars, their scorching light capable of melting everything!

The cold expression was like an eternal winter, piercing the soul!

“Quasi-Emperor of the True Dragon Clan!” Feeling the oppressive aura in front, both Jiang Chen and Mu Jianxue’s expressions changed slightly.

They hadn’t expected the True Dragon Clan to get involved!

“Ao Xu, your True Dragon Clan can’t even protect yourselves, and you still want to muddy the waters?”

The figure of the Third Ancestor emerged from the void, thin and frail, his gray robe fluttering in the wind like an old man whose oil lamp was about to go out, seemingly ready to collapse with a gust of wind.

However.

With his appearance, the surrounding situation reversed immediately, and Ao Xu’s aura was instantly suppressed.

“Wan Jianyi!” The enormous vertical pupils stared at the Third Ancestor, and a cold voice filled with surprise slowly came out.

It seemed he had never expected the Third Ancestor to appear here.

“It’s really him!”

Whether it was the Quasi-Emperor of the Demon Clan, Anying, or the other members of the Heavenly Domain, their eyes were fixed on the Third Ancestor.

Their gazes were filled with shock.

The Third Ancestor was an unparalleled prodigy of tens of thousands of years ago, who once swept through the Nine Heavens Realm with a single sword but eventually went into seclusion due to certain events.

However, they had never forgotten his past glory. Especially Ao Xu, who was from the same era as the Third Ancestor.

He knew Wan Jianyi’s strength well and was shocked that such an existence would be willing to become a protector.

“Your heart has aged, Wan Jianyi! The proud you is actually willing to become a protector!” Ao Xu stared at the Third Ancestor, his tone icy.

In his words.

Boom.

A loud sound echoed, and Anying and the Quasi-Emperor of the Demon Clan, as if they had a tacit understanding, simultaneously launched their divine powers at Jiang Chen.

“How dare you!” Mu Jianxue’s eyebrows raised, and brilliant sword light swept like a long river.

Boom.

The divine powers collided, unleashing terrifying energy. The sky shattered, the earth shook, as if some supreme power had overturned everything.

The dazzling divine light and the overwhelming waves turned everything within thousands of miles to dust in an instant, leaving nothing but rolling smoke and ashes.

Almost simultaneously.

The Third Ancestor’s expression remained calm as he waved his hand, and an invisible sword-like dragon charged out.

The divine power of the Quasi-Emperor of the Demon Clan was instantly pierced, like paper, unable to advance any further.

“What does it matter to be a protector!” The Third Ancestor’s expression was serene, and he said lightly, “If your True Dragon Clan had a genius like our Holy Son of the Primordial Holy Land, not only Ao Xu but even Ao Can would be willing!”

“You’re all dying, about to vanish, so why cling to past glories! You and I both know we have no more chances!” The Third Ancestor’s state of mind had long been refined, unmoved by the waves.

Ao Xu’s words naturally had no effect on him. Moreover, he knew deep down that with only a few hundred years left, it was impossible for him to reach the highest realm.

In this short time, reaching the Great Emperor realm, or even the seventh level of the Quasi-Emperor realm, was as difficult as climbing to the heavens.

Ao Xu saying his heart had aged was not entirely wrong. The Third Ancestor indeed acknowledged his old age, understanding and accepting his situation.

His heart followed nature, adapting to his circumstances. It was both a form of compromise and a form of giving up.

For him, becoming a Great Emperor was no longer possible, but if he could witness his disciple stepping into the Great Emperor realm, he would be content.

“Impossible! I would rather die than fall so low!” Ao Xu was extremely angry, as if the Third Ancestor was desecrating his beliefs.

“Enough talk. Since you’re here, stay here!” The Third Ancestor didn’t want to waste more words.

With a wave of his hand, like a universe within his sleeve, boundless power swept out, enveloping the Quasi-Emperor of the True Dragon Clan and the Quasi-Emperor of the Demon Clan.

Facing the Third Ancestor’s power, the two couldn’t resist. One was at the fifth level of the Quasi-Emperor realm, the other at the fourth level, but they couldn’t contend with a sixth-level Quasi-Emperor.

“Die!” Mu Jianxue wielded her sword, slashing at Anying, her eyes filled with killing intent, and the vast killing aura spread across the sky.

Clang, clang, clang.

Countless sword sounds echoed, resonating through the heavens and earth, like the wails of countless wronged souls or the excitement of countless swords.

Swish, swish, swish.

Sword light like dragons, overwhelming sword aura unstoppable, splitting the sky once again.

Facing Mu Jianxue’s overwhelming sword aura, Anying didn’t dare to take it head-on.

The sword path was the strongest offense, and he was only at the ninth level of the Great Saint realm.

Taking a Quasi-Emperor’s sword aura head-on would be like a birthday star eating arsenic—courting death.

If he were a body cultivator, he might manage, but as an assassin, he didn’t dare.

Besides.

His plan was to lure the tiger away from the mountain, just to entangle Mu Jianxue. Anying’s eyes flickered, deliberately leading Mu Jianxue towards the endless sky.

Mu Jianxue seemed to have lost her mind with hatred, not caring about Jiang Chen, directly chasing after Shadow.

Seeing Mu Jianxue and the Third Ancestor leave.

Yinhun, Tianxiang, and Heitian were overjoyed.

Their plan had succeeded.

“Finish this quickly!” Tianxiang was ecstatic and immediately prepared to strike.

“Wait!” Heitian stopped him, his eyes deep, and said, “Wait a little longer!”

Their plan was going very smoothly, with almost no mistakes, just some initial testing surprises, but those were expected.

But it was going too smoothly, making Heitian hesitate. Wasn’t it too smooth?

“What are we waiting for! If we wait any longer, the Holy Son of the Primordial Holy Land will enter!” Seeing Jiang Chen about to enter the cave, Tianxiang couldn’t wait any longer.

Ignoring Heitian, he immediately attacked. In their plan, those strong individuals were just supporting roles; they were the main actors. If this assassination failed, all their efforts would be in vain.

If they didn’t act now and Jiang Chen entered the cave, it would be hard to move. So, seeing Jiang Chen about to enter, Tianxiang couldn’t wait.

Buzz.

A silent, hidden cold light concealed in the void, unnoticed by anyone, and Jiang Chen seemed unaware.

Heitian frowned, feeling something was off, too smooth.

Meanwhile, Anying, always dodging Mu Jianxue’s attacks, kept an eye on Jiang Chen.

“Why haven’t they acted?” Anying frowned.

They had already lured away the two protectors for a minute. This was the best time to act.

However.

Heitian and the others hadn’t acted, making Anying puzzled and anxious. The key to the plan was the assassination by the three Great Saints of the Heavenly Domain.

If they couldn’t assassinate Jiang Chen, the plan would fail so it needed to be quick.

The longer it took, the more likely it would draw the attention of other forces and provoke the Primordial Holy Land to act. What were they waiting for?

Anying couldn’t understand why they hadn’t acted yet. As he pondered, a sword light unexpectedly pierced his body.