Calamity of Tomorrow

Gu Lan: "First, reduce his Primordial Spirit power, so even if he has a mutant weapon, he can't unleash its might."

Zhu Yan let out a furious roar, accompanied by a surge of white qi erupting from his mouth. With a single step, violence poured out from beneath his feet, and the entire building was already fragmenting in an instant, on the verge of collapse.

A single roar and a step forward, just the remnants of movement had already stirred up wind and cloud, bringing down the entire building.

But the true attack from Zhu Yan was his fist, ordinary in appearance yet carrying a mountainous weight in his intent, he bombed towards Li Xiuzhu as if he were demolishing the heavens and earth.

Zhu Yan thought to himself, "I've made such a big fuss; when I wrap things up, no one will say I wasn't diligent, right? Anyway, let them go all out, I'll just move around."

On the other side, Zhu Ye roared out, launching two of his sabertooth-crafted flying swords out, stirring up a metallic storm as they assailed Li Xiuzhu.

Zhou Bai thought to himself, "Let Zhu Ye put on a show for a bit, and see if that can bait them into a group wipeout."

The only one not taking action, Wan Xing True Monarch, floated to the side, yet his intense animosity locked onto Li Xiuzhu as if searching for a flaw, ready to strike at any moment.

The battle situation flashed clearly in Li Xiuzhu's mind for an instant, as various thoughts swept through his brain like lightning.

"Do they know I will strike proactively? Why?"

If the precognition ability of Qian Wangsun had helped them avoid ambushes before, and allowed them to preemptively know the enemy's location, counterattacking first and seizing the initiative...

Then these people also seemed to know he would attack proactively, instead patiently waiting in place, lying in ambush for him who took the initiative, and had snatched back the advantage.

"Do they also have someone who can predict the future?"

"Or is it that... they know of Qian Wangsun's ability?"

Various thoughts quickly passed by, but faced with the current battle, these messy thoughts were swiftly suppressed by Li Xiuzhu, fully concentrating on the fight at hand.

"That man and woman who attacked are extremely strong; the woman's moves are unpredictable and hard to differentiate between real and fake, the man appears wildly ferocious but conceals his strength, likely holding back some other tactics. I can't kill them in a short time."

"The one who hasn't made a move is Wan Xing True Monarch of the Heavenly Division, probably the strongest among them and the one giving me the most pressure. I must reserve a counter for him."

"The one with Sword Control... so weak... how did he miss? Could it be deliberate?"

Having quickly assessed the situation, Li Xiuzhu had made the correct judgment.

Then, he faced the attack from all sides, with a blood-colored short sword suddenly appearing in his hand, its eerie blood glow flickering back and forth on his body, the aura of threat making everyone present change color.

He slashed towards the punching Zhu Yan, forcing the opponent back instantly. Zhu Yan had no intention of confronting a mutant weapon head-on.

Next, Li Xiuzhu lightly tossed with his other hand, a scroll of ink painting inflated in mid-air, descending to cover the area, the 27th hexagram with its own pocket dimension.

Although the hexagram's energy had been drained by Zhou Bai before the Time Reverse, the remaining power was still usable for a while.

At this moment, on one side of the ink painting were Gu Lan, Zhu Yan, and Wan Xing True Monarch, and on the other side was Zhu Ye, who practiced Sword Control.

Of course, Li Xiuzhu's goal was not to capture the opponents inside a pocket dimension since the hexagram was poor at capturing living beings.

He did it to split the battlefield and make them spend a fraction of a second circumventing this ink painting.

In that mere fraction of a second, he had already thrown a punch, a force that seemed to invert heaven and earth, sending a fist intent shattering the stars towards the weakest among the four, Zhu Ye.

Under the onslaught of the Great Sky Flipping Fist Intent, Zhu Ye could only feel the connection between his consciousness and his body severed, forced to watch with his eyes wide open as Li Xiuzhu reached him, wielding the Blood Transformation Divine Sword that slashed toward him.

Zhou Bai, "Damn it, why are you chopping at me? I'm just an actor!"

But just then, a figure flashed by, and Wan Xing True Monarch had already traversed space, standing in front of him.

Li Xiuzhu knit his brows, sighing inwardly, "He can already traverse space... A Dao Conversion Degree of over 120%?"

However, even though Wan Xing True Monarch stood before him, Li Xiuzhu didn't hold back. His Blood Transformation Divine Sword sped up in its descent as Primordial Spirit power continuously poured into it. The blade's eyes opened one after another, emitting a tide of blood-light.

Li Xiuzhu, "Then you be the one to block."

Facing the slash of the Blood Transformation Divine Sword, Wan Xing True Monarch grabbed Zhu Ye and retreated backward, dodging the blade's sharpness while conjuring hand seals. Layers of clouds formed a barrier in front of him and then surged towards Li Xiuzhu.

As the clouds intervened, Li Xiuzhu's blade momentum was thwarted, yet Wan Xing True Monarch's expression turned more solemn instead of relieved.

He originally controlled the clouds to block Li Xiuzhu both to slow down the sword momentum and to take the chance to gauge the power of the Blood Transformation Divine Sword.

But Li Xiuzhu was willing to have his blade obstructed rather than expose the might of the Blood Transformation Divine Sword, indicating that its power must be tremendously terrifying, a move he held as his trump card.

Wan Xing True Monarch thought, "This Li Xiuzhu is really underhanded when he strikes, full of dirty tricks. It's better not to engage in close combat with him next."

Though he hadn't probed the full strength of the Blood Transformation Divine Sword, he had bought time. On the other side, Gu Lan and Zhu Yan had circumvented the tapestry within that fraction of a second and positioned themselves behind Li Xiuzhu.

With nine ribbons flowing behind Gu Lan and Zhu Yan's fist stirring up a whirlwind, the two launched their attacks in unison towards Li Xiuzhu's back.

At the same time, Wan Xing True Monarch's hand seals changed, layers of energy glimmering with myriad star lights, then transformed into a Yun Long, swallowing and exhaling the power of the stars, aiming to devour Li Xiuzhu whole.

Three divine-level forces attacked from front and back at once, and not even another divine being could withstand such an onslaught; retreat was the only option.

Wan Xing True Monarch and his allies were also ready to adjust their tactics, preparing to chase down Li Xiuzhu should he retreat.

But facing the trio's assault, Li Xiuzhu had an indifferent expression on his face. The Blood Transformation Divine Sword vanished from his hand, and with a loud laugh, he met the incoming attacks head-on.

With the 33rd hexagram activated, at the cost of ten years of his life, Li Xiuzhu's body entered a state of nothingness, allowing the combined attacks to pass through him. In an instant, he penetrated all assaults and appeared behind Zhu Ye to land another punch.

Wan Xing True Monarch's heart was filled with irritation, "This guy has so many tricks."

The other three were about to interfere when a wild, world-shaking fist intent burst forth from Li Xiuzhu.

In a trance, heaven and earth trembled, consciousness reverberated, and under the impact of the Great Sky Flipping Fist Intent, the three divine beings experienced a momentary daze, a slight sluggishness in their awareness.

Zhu Yan, who had practiced many martial arts, thought inwardly, "Such pure fist intent. Anyone who can cultivate this kind of fist intent is either a fool or a madman, they fight as if they're playing with their lives." In his mind, he seemed to recall several human cultivators he had seen in great demonic battles.

Yet Wan Xing True Monarch, the strongest among them, managed to react in time. His finger, twinkling with specks of starlight, intercepted Li Xiuzhu's incoming fist.

But just as the fist and finger were about to collide, the Blood Transformation Divine Sword mysteriously reappeared from within Li Xiuzhu's fist. To Wan Xing True Monarch's surprise, it savagely slashed towards his finger.

At the same moment, a force from behind struck, it was Zhu Ye thrusting his sword towards Wan Xing True Monarch's flank.