This Is Not the Female Demon Lord I Remembered
Chapter 184 - 183: The Return of the Immortal Emperor! (Please subscribe!)

Chapter 184: Chapter 183: The Return of the Immortal Emperor! (Please subscribe!)

The Vermilion Bird Envoy also recognized this problem; currently fighting on enemy ground, the Immortal Dynasty of Xuanzhou can afford to delay, but she can’t—the more it drags on, the more disadvantageous it becomes for her.

Therefore, she must break away from the battlefield and escape Qingliang City in the shortest time possible.

Just as several Seventh Realm cultivators within Qingliang City were still hesitating about whether to make a move, someone took the initiative to join the fray.

Dream Three, a Saber Wielding Great Cultivator at the Great Perfection of the Sixth Realm!

Standing afar with a dark long saber in hand, Dream Three did not choose to approach the battlefield.

He was well aware of his own capabilities; recklessly entering the fray now would be futile and could even lead to a more chaotic situation.

However, he couldn’t help but step up as he had a premonition that the chance for his advancement to the Seventh Realm was at this moment.

He had shown signs of a breakthrough for almost half a year and now finally found a way to surpass that Heavenly Chasm—by wielding the saber! To go all out, even if it meant risking his life, to strike at a stronger opponent!

"Eh? These people of the Immortal Dynasty are not united? Why are they backstabbing their teammates?"

"Big-chested sister is so fierce, one suppressing three in battle!"

"I’m considering joining the Devouring Spirit Sect if they are all big sisters like this."

"Who is that old guy? Why doesn’t he jump in and fight instead of just splashing around on the edges like an observer (OB)?"

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Players with their sunflower seeds, beverages, and small stools were all set, watching the live stream while chatting and cheering—much more exciting than any movie.

Look at that cultivator dressed like a general, with dazzling skills at his command, like clothes made of rainbows and a steed of wind, as frost phoenixes descend all around in majesty!

And that grey-robed elder controlling a Sword Qi dragon as large as half of Qingliang City itself, silently rearing its head and roaring, striking awe into the hearts of thousands in Qingliang, epitomizing the elegance of a Sword Cultivator!

Which boy wouldn’t be thrilled!

It’s just that the topless muscle boss is a bit of a letdown, only knowing how to swing his fists without any special effects, embarrassing! Next time, don’t just burst out of your shirt; remember to strip off the skirt as well.

If Ying Xi knew what the players were thinking, he would probably be so aggrieved he could cry.

What do you mean no special effects! This is a symbol of power control pushed to the limit. Isn’t his every punch causing the air to collapse, not any better than those two flashy ones?

Countless players fantasized that once their levels were high, they too could perform as impressively as those Daoist Practitioners and Sword Cultivators in the sky. Then, wouldn’t girls throw themselves at them?

"Look, that old guy who has been loafing about is finally moving!"

With that shout, the players turned their cameras toward Dream Three, eager to see what the old man was planning to do.

Dream Three held the saber in his left hand, his long arm dangling, with the blade pointing forward.

Slowly closing his eyes, an intangible saber intent began to gradually condense— it contained his life’s beliefs and perseverance!

As a child, though an orphan, he developed a crazy fascination with saber practice, stealing skills from martial arts schools while scavenging for trash.

As a teenager, he was taken in as a closed-door disciple by the martial arts school’s master, who imparted all his skills to him and even betrothed his own daughter to the young man he held in high regard.

As a young man, on the day he took over as the head of the school, which was also his wedding day, evil cultivators attacked, and everyone in the martial arts school was killed in battle, including his master and his wife.

Only he, barely clinging to life, wanted to die but did not.

As a middle-aged man seeking revenge, he visited masters on Immortal Mountains, but was rejected on the grounds that he was old and dull-witted.

Just as he was sinking into despair, he accidentally obtained a Cultivation Technique and a Saber Technique in a Secret Realm, thereafter burying his previous name himself.

A disheartened man disappeared from the mortal world, and the Cultivation World saw the rise of a strikingly brilliant Saber Wielding Great Cultivator, Dream Three!

The resilience of his childhood, the triumph of his youth, the despair of his young adulthood, the tragedy of middle age, and the satisfaction of chopping down his enemies one by one when taking revenge!

The saber intent that his life had forged, everything about him, was all infused into this one strike.

The four in the midst of the fierce battle abruptly halted their combat, as Cultivators above the Sixth Realm of Qingliang City all turned their gazes towards that figure in the sky, Meng San.

"He’s finally about to take that step." As Meng San’s old friend, Wu Yangshuo was somewhat emotional and also somewhat gratified.

The expression of the Vermilion Bird Envoy turned grave, for from the sabre wreathed in dazzling, flowing light, she sensed a threat.

It wasn’t fatal, but that was a blow that a Sixth Realm Cultivator was about to execute. Even if it caused her only minor injuries, it would be enough to brag about for a century.

After all, the last freak who successfully struck down a late-seventh-level opponent with the power of the Sixth Realm was the Banished Immortal Chen Hua!

Moreover, once she was injured, the difficulty of escaping the encirclement would greatly increase.

With that in mind, the Vermilion Bird Envoy no longer hesitated.

Her hands came together in prayer, and a feather of the Vermilion Bird appeared behind her, which then, amidst a surge of flames, instantaneously transformed into the spirit of the Vermilion Bird. Unlike the ethereal shadow of the Azure Dragon Envoy, the Vermilion Bird behind her seemed to be one of the true Four Spirits descending upon the world!

Fierce flames swept across the entire Qingliang skyline, tinting the heavenly vault and the earth crimson.

If not for the City Protection Array, this city would likely have vanished in an instant.

Even so, the spectators below who were enjoying the show were sweating profusely, compelled to pull out popsicles to cool down.

The ice phoenix forged by Fu Changxing’s Daoist Skill also showed signs of melting in this high temperature, while the clouds above were directly turned into water vapor by the flames.

Ying Xi, dressed in blazing red, would have been cooked on the spot if he had not made a hasty retreat.

The Cultivator Liu with the Spirit Sword in his hand saw it partially melted, and as he watched the raging flames, he could only sigh and shake his head.

The move executed by the Vermilion Bird Envoy was likely her trump card, its power comparable to the pinnacle of the Seventh Realm.

Aside from the Great Emperor, the Immortal Dynasty naturally had top-tier Cultivators, generals who guarded the frontier in all directions. Fu Changxing was merely the weakest among them, with the other three being at the late Seventh Realm and two at the peak of the Seventh Realm.

Not even mentioning those far away, within their Tribute Hall, there was still a Hall Master at the peak of the Seventh Realm in seclusion.

What was initially thought to be an easy task turned out to be such a thorny issue; surely the Hall Master should be coming out of seclusion by now.

The Vermilion Bird Envoy, having used her trump card, did not waste words with them. The price she had to pay for this move was tremendous, and she couldn’t maintain it for long. She directly commanded the Vermilion Bird to break through their blockade, aiming to kill Meng San and shatter the Great Formation to escape.

At this moment, Meng San finally opened his eyes, and with a sudden lift of his left hand, he aimed a peak lifetime strike at the Vermilion Bird Envoy.

Endless currents of water erupted from the ground, as the rivers of Qingliang City reversed and ascended skyward, turning into a roaring mythical beast under Meng San’s power, charging directly at the Vermilion Bird.

Elder Qing sat dumbfounded on the dry palace floor - had his home’s water supply been cut off?

As if its dignity had been challenged, even the Vermilion Bird that had formed from just a single feather was not something that a meager Sixth Realm Cultivator could provoke. An overwhelming tide of flames poured downward, vowing to melt the sabre and its wielder together.

Like a hot knife through butter, the beast formed by the water shrank immediately under the intense heat of the Vermilion Bird’s flames and was even cleaved in two.

Yet despite that, he was unregretfully resolute, bravely forging ahead! He bit down on a wing of the Vermilion Bird, causing that part of the bird to dim slightly.

The next second, Meng San was swept back into Qingliang City by the raging Vermilion Bird, crashing into countless buildings.

The Vermilion Bird Envoy swept a cold glance at the trio of Ying Xi who were still trying to block her path, then positioned herself on the back of the Vermilion Bird and headed straight for the gap in the Great Formation that had been blasted open by the battle’s aftermath.

Once out, whether to fight or flee would be at her discretion!

The old Cultivator Liu anxiously wondered why the Hall Master had not yet taken action - the demoness was about to escape.

Just as the Vermilion Bird’s head was stretching out, and the players thought the mission would fail, a majestic fist wrapped in the Imperial Dragon Energy descended from the heavens, hammering the Vermilion Bird into the shape of a squashed melon!

A palanquin drawn by two flood dragons rushed over from the distance in an instant, with a roar that shook the heavens and the earth, declaring the identity of the one who had arrived!

Ying Xi, along with everyone in Qingliang City who witnessed this fist, turned their surprised gaze towards the royal palanquin. There was only one person in Xuanzhou’s Immortal Dynasty who could command the Imperial Dragon Energy:

The Immortal Emperor of Xuanzhou!