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第三千五百零六章 辣手无情

The old saying goes, "A miss is as good as a mile," and in the cultivation world, opportunities are fleeting.

Lin Xuan reacted swiftly. Although it seemed he had only gained a slight advantage, this small edge might be enough to seize the initiative and escape from Ten Thousand Mountains.

Though the statement sounded absurd, it was entirely appropriate for their current situation.

Tian Xiaojian knew what needed to be done, just as Empress Wanjiao did. They couldn't afford to fall behind any further.

The two of them moved forward almost in unison, their steps synchronized. Time was running out.

Kaiyan's previous attack wasn't enough to kill her, and the illusionary technique was no small matter either. After being torn apart, it was rapidly healing itself at an astonishing rate.

Opportunity knocked but once; if missed, it would never come again. Tian Xiaojian and Empress Wanjiao charged forward together.

However, the entrance of that passage had shrunk significantly. They couldn't squeeze through simultaneously.

"Move aside! I am Empress Wanjiao!"

The plump princess shouted loudly, her good feelings toward Tian Xiaojian forgotten in this moment.

"Empress Wanjiao?"

Tian Xiaojian found it amusing. At a time like this, he didn’t care about titles or ranks. Even if the Wanjiao King himself were here, what difference would that make?

His life was his top priority.

Tian Xiaojian remained unmoved.

"Evil! This opportunity was created by my father at great cost, and you dare to compete with me for it. If you leave this place, my father won’t let you go easy on you. But if you play smart, he will reward you generously."

Was this a threat or an offer? While it might work on other cultivators, Tian Xiaojian found the whole thing laughable.

Whether they could escape here was still uncertain; using future benefits to threaten him now was just plain silly.

Even if such a situation arose, what then?

In the Netherworld, he had already been hunted by the Golden Jade Corpse King and the Heaven's Malevolent Tyrant King. During his dimensional rift, he had also made enemies with the Dark Netherworld Tyrant King.

As the saying went, "The more lice, the less itches; the more debts, the less worries." Wanjiao King was formidable, but weren’t the Six Kings of the Netherworld top-tier great cultivators as well?

He had already offended three of them. He was still alive and kicking.

Now offending another one wasn't a good choice, but it was a necessary evil.

In any case, he couldn’t back down or let this opportunity slip away.

Moreover, he needed to ensure that he could seize it with certainty.

Since he had already offended the Wanjiao King, he might as well push things further.

Better to do nothing than halfheartedly.

Tian Xiaojian was not a hesitant cultivator. A look of ruthlessness flashed across his face: "Princess Empress, I apologize for my indiscretion."

Before he could finish speaking, Tian Xiaojian flicked his sleeves and revealed hissoul-bound treasure.

The True Demon Shatter-Space Blade whirled and slashed forward, aimed directly at the Empress Wanjiao!

Empress Wanjiao was shocked. She had seen Tian Xiaojian’s power earlier; it far exceeded her own. But she hadn’t expected him to be so bold—instead of moving aside, he attacked with a single blade.

She needed to dodge!

Empress Wanjiao emitted a burst of demonic radiance and darted to the side.

A miss is as good as a mile. Tian Xiaojian immediately seized the initiative.

His eyes flashed with cunning as his right hand suddenly pushed forward, aiming a palm at Empress Wanjiao.

The previous slash was merely a feint; this palm was his true intention.

He had missed the timing slightly but might still grasp it if he acted quickly enough. Unless someone delayed them, the opportunity would increase.

Since he had already offended the Wanjiao King, he might as well make things worse for him. Tian Xiaojian pushed Empress Wanjiao toward Kaiyan.

Meanwhile, his body was enveloped in black radiance, and he flew swiftly away.

"No..."

Empress Wanjiao's eyes widened with terror. She never imagined that the situation would turn out this way. What could she do now?

The entire sequence happened so quickly it seemed like a blur. Then came a roar of anger from behind.

Even though the Wanjiao King was just a fragment of his soul, he still couldn’t be slighted. In such circumstances, he might not defeat Cloud Fairy, but that didn't mean he had no options.

Courage is important.

By sacrificing this fragment of his soul, he inflicted significant harm on Kaiyan as well. This outcome was clearly unexpected for Kaiyan herself.

Caught off guard, she had been tricked by the Wanjiao King’s self-destructive attack. The damage was severe enough to infuriate her.

Just then, Empress Wanjiao flew toward her.

Was this father and daughter teaming up?

The old one had already tried once; now the younger one dared to take advantage.

Cloud Fairy's anger flared! She wasn’t just any outsider demon—she ranked among the top three in the Outer World Demons. Even true immortals had suffered at her hands before.

Though circumstances had changed, and she was far from her peak, losing this battle was still a disgrace.

She harbored a grudge against Wanjiao King, and seeing Empress Wanjiao only intensified her rage. She didn’t care if it was an ambush; old and new grievances surged within her.

A terrifying aura erupted from her body as she raised her hand, the Heaven Demon Sword emitting fierce light. With a swift motion, she swung downward.

The action was incredibly fast, followed by a massive sword energy that obscured the sky, its power immense. In an instant, all the sword energy seemed compressed into a thin, blood-red crystal filament that vanished in the clouds.

"No..."

Empress Wanjiao's face was filled with fear as she shouted loudly. However, it was futile. The void before her turned blurry, and then the bright crystal filament reappeared, expanding rapidly to envelop Empress Wanjiao. Her cries abruptly ceased.

The storm area was smaller but still formidable, likely no less powerful than a spatial storm. A mere Empress Wanjiao couldn’t possibly survive; she would disintegrate into nothingness.

"Run, can you really escape?"

Kaiyan’s face remained as cold as ice, unaffected by the death of Empress Wanjiao. With her body radiating with energy, she chased forward.

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