Undying Life
Chapter 384: The Limitless Power of the Immortal

Chapter 384: The Limitless Power of the Immortal

The chaotic battlefield fell into an eerie silence with the arrival of Xuan Yan. All the Xuanwu generals, including the one nursing a severed leg, gathered behind him, their expressions filled with resentment. The presence of an Emperor Realm expert like Xuan Yan made the skirmish for dominance seem insignificant, raising questions as to why he would intervene. Was it all for Xiaowu?

Yao Yu, Yao Chen, Yao Lu, Yi Yan, and Qian You positioned themselves behind Bao'er, their postures tense and ready for confrontation. However, despite their readiness, they were well aware that their combined strength paled in comparison to the absolute power of an Emperor Realm cultivator like Xuan Yan. Even a million Breaking Steel Arrows would be powerless against him.

"Xuan Yan, what do you intend to do?" Princess Qian You was the first to speak up, her voice sharp with accusation.

"I have been requested by the Crown Prince of the Yin Yue Dynasty to eliminate a certain individual," Xuan Yan replied nonchalantly.

"You mean to kill me?" Bao'er asked coldly.

"Indeed," Xuan Yan confirmed.

"How dare you..." Princess Qian You's eyes widened in anger.

Not just Qian You, but everyone glared at Xuan Yan with eyes full of fury and defiance.

"Buzz~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~" Xuan Yan's aura suddenly surged, and the oppressive force it exerted immediately immobilized everyone on the Bronze War Island. The sheer pressure from an Emperor Realm cultivator's aura alone was enough to lock everyone in place, rendering them unable to move or even speak. Their legs trembled as if they were about to collapse under the immense weight, and they struggled in vain against the crushing force.

This was the power of the Emperor Realm. In the face of such overwhelming might, a grand war could be reduced to a child's play. An Emperor Realm cultivator was akin to a deity, one beyond the reach of mere mortals. With a mere flick of Xuan Yan's hand, he could annihilate the Bronze War Island or wipe out the armies below.

Even Little Wolf Xianxian was immobilized, her eyes burning with hatred as she glared at Xuan Yan, as though she wished to tear him apart. Xuan Yan glanced at her briefly, frowning, but then looked away, unconcerned.

Despite the oppressive aura that paralyzed everyone, two individuals remained partially unaffected. One was Mr. Shi, who, though unable to move, could still blink his eyes slightly, yet did nothing. The other was Gan Bao'er, Empress of the Great Yan Dynasty.

"You only wish to kill me?" Gan Bao'er asked.

"Yes, for someone of your insignificant Fusion Stage cultivation to warrant my personal attention, you should consider yourself honored," Xuan Yan said, extending his hand slowly.

Everyone watched with mounting anxiety, yet they were powerless to move. Their minds were frantic with worry, especially Qian You, who was on the verge of tears. If Bao'er were to die, how would they ever face Zhong Shan?

Desperate to break free from the invisible restraints, they found the power of an Emperor Realm cultivator's aura unassailable.

"Xuan Yan~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~" A sudden shout echoed from the distant city wall. Xuan Yan's expression shifted as he turned to see the Crown Prince Qiye lying in a pool of blood, a sword piercing his chest. A man dressed in black robes held the Xuanwu Young Lord, a fine sword pressed against his throat.

The battlefield, which had been a frenzy of chaos moments ago, suddenly fell silent with the arrival of Xuan Yan. The remaining Xuanwu generals quickly gathered behind him, including the one nursing a severed leg, who clutched his injury with a face twisted in anger. The battlefield, once a frenzied skirmish, now seemed trivial in the presence of an Emperor Realm cultivator like Xuan Yan. Could he have been moved by the plight of Xiaowu?

Yao Yu, Yao Chen, Yao Lu, Yi Yan, and Qian You immediately positioned themselves protectively behind Bao'er, their stances rigid and ready for combat. However, the stark reality was that even with their best efforts, they were no match for the overwhelming power of Xuan Yan. A mere million Breaking Steel Arrows would not even scratch him—such was the might of an Emperor Realm cultivator.

"Xuan Yan, what is your intent?" Princess Qian You's voice rang out, her tone sharp and filled with accusation.

"I have been tasked by the Crown Prince of the Yin Yue Dynasty to kill someone," Xuan Yan replied, his tone indifferent.

"Are you here to kill me?" Bao'er asked, her voice cold and steady.

"Indeed," Xuan Yan confirmed.

"How dare you...!" Princess Qian You's eyes widened with fury, her face flushed with anger.

Everyone present glared at Xuan Yan with eyes full of defiance, their faces etched with resolve.

"Buzz~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~" With a sudden surge of power, Xuan Yan's aura expanded, exerting an oppressive force that instantly immobilized everyone on the Bronze War Island. The sheer pressure from his aura alone was enough to lock everyone in place, rendering them unable to move or even speak. Their legs trembled, as though ready to buckle under the immense weight, and they struggled in vain against the crushing force.

This was the unparalleled power of the Emperor Realm. In the face of such overwhelming might, even the grandest of wars seemed like a trivial skirmish. An Emperor Realm cultivator was like a god, untouchable by mere mortals. With a mere flick of his wrist, Xuan Yan could obliterate the Bronze War Island or annihilate the armies below.

Little Wolf Xianxian, unable to move, could only stare at Xuan Yan with eyes full of hatred, as though she wished to tear him apart. Xuan Yan glanced at her, frowned, and then dismissed her with a look of indifference.

Despite the oppressive aura that paralyzed everyone, two individuals remained partially unaffected. One was Mr. Shi, who, though unable to move, could still blink his eyes slightly but did nothing. The other was Gan Bao'er, Empress of the Great Yan Dynasty.

"You only wish to kill me?" Gan Bao'er asked, her voice steady.

"Yes, for someone of your insignificant Fusion Stage cultivation to warrant my personal attention, you should consider yourself honored," Xuan Yan said, extending his hand toward her.

Everyone watched in helpless anxiety, unable to move. Their hearts raced with fear, especially Qian You, who was on the verge of tears. If Bao'er were to die, how could they ever face Zhong Shan?

Desperate to break free from the invisible restraints, they found that the power of an Emperor Realm cultivator's aura was insurmountable.

"Xuan Yan~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~" A sudden shout echoed from the distant city wall. Xuan Yan's expression shifted as he turned to see the Crown Prince Qiye lying in a pool of blood, a sword piercing his chest. A man dressed in black robes held the Xuanwu Young Lord, a fine sword pressed against his throat.

The Dark Emperor couldn't save the Empress; he had no choice but to divert the attack and save her indirectly.

"Young Master!" The Xuanwu warriors were thrown into a state of panic.

"Hmph～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～" Xuan Yan let out a cold snort.

The Dark Emperor, with a muffled grunt, was sent flying backward. Merely a glance from Xuan Yan had defeated him.

The power of an Imperial Peak cultivator was overwhelming!

Several Xuanwu warriors swiftly rushed over, grasping their Young Master with expressions filled with terror.

Xuan Yan turned his gaze back to Bao'er and said, "Even though the Crown Prince is dead, I have never gone back on my word."

With that, he raised his hand and struck towards Bao'er.

No one could save Bao'er now. On Heavenly Wolf Island, only Di Xuan Sha had the power to rescue her. But would he intervene for a woman he didn't know? Clearly, he would not.

Facing Xuan Yan's strike, everyone felt a surge of desperation, screaming inwardly. But before absolute power, everything seemed futile.

Gan Bao'er glared at Xuan Yan with hatred. Death? The one thing Bao'er couldn't bear to part with was Zhong Shan. Now, she was facing her end. She wondered how the lord would feel when he found out, but one thing was certain: Xuan Yan was doomed.

Did it really take all his strength to deal with someone at the Combined Body stage? With a hint of disdain, Xuan Yan's fierce palm strike came crashing down. As it swept through, the surrounding space seemed to collapse, filled with boundless destructive power.

But just as the force of the strike was about to reach Bao'er, a mere ten feet away, Xuan Yan's eyes suddenly widened with fear.

"Seeking death～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～"

"Boom～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～"

A thunderous voice, like the wrath of the heavens, exploded across the sky. Accompanied by a sudden storm of lightning, it left everyone on the battlefield momentarily deafened, a ringing echoing in their ears.

While the Imperial Peak realm rendered movement impossible, this authoritative roar seemed to shatter the heavens and earth, as if capable of breaking the world with a single shout.

It was like the descent of doomsday, instilling fear in the hearts of all.

An immense, boundless aura erupted from Bao'er. Faced with this aura, everyone felt a sense of helplessness, a resignation to their fate.

Xuan Yan's strike was halted. Before Bao'er, the space suddenly rippled, like a stone dropped into water, creating waves. From the center of these ripples, a delicate, jade-white hand emerged.

The hand appeared frail and powerless, but Xuan Yan, in sheer terror, quickly transformed into his gigantic Xuanwu form.

A massive Xuanwu, over a hundred meters long, projected its strongest defense, trying to withstand this mysterious hand.

How powerful was the force behind this hand? Xuan Yan could no longer fathom it. To deliver a strike that could transcend space—such a feat, even the Supreme of the Xuanwu Clan couldn't achieve so easily.

His protective shield? The Imperial Peak realm's shield was like a mere soap bubble before this flawless jade hand, breaking instantly with a touch. The palm came crashing down on Xuan Yan's enormous shell.

The Xuanwu Clan's greatest strength lay in their defense, particularly their shells. Among their peers, no one could match their defensive prowess—not even the Dragon Clan's bodily defenses could compare.

But Xuan Yan still feared this sudden palm strike and quickly deployed a crystal shield to block it. This was a ninth-grade treasure, an unexpected acquisition and the strongest defensive artifact he possessed.

"Boom～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～"

The sudden hand struck the crystal shield, and with a thunderous crash, the hand and shield separated. The shield, now imprinted with a hand mark, was sent flying out of Xuan Yan's control, crashing into his tortoise shell.

"Boom～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～!"

Another thunderous crash resounded as the crystal shield's residual force was absorbed by the tortoise shell. Xuan Yan was blasted backward by the force of the blow, and in mid-air, his immense and seemingly impenetrable tortoise shell suddenly fractured, breaking into countless tiny fragments that clung to his body.

"Puh～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～!" Xuan Yan spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air, consumed by boundless terror.

"Rumble～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～!"

In an instant, the sky above Heavenly Wolf Island was shrouded in a vast expanse of thunderclouds. A multitude of lightning bolts swirled ominously, as if ready to strike at any moment, suggesting that the hand before Bao'er was an anomaly, something that the heavens themselves sought to repel.

"Hmph～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～!" Another cold snort resonated.

The countless bolts of lightning directly above Bao'er were dispersed by this cold snort, and the thickest part of the dark clouds was obliterated. Elsewhere, lightning storms descended in a frenzy, striking all around Heavenly Wolf Island with unrelenting force.

Finally, the hand reluctantly withdrew from the ripples in space.

"Retreat～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～!" shouted Xuan Yan, his shell shattered and his body gravely injured. Fight? Not when even his Imperial Peak cultivation couldn't withstand that one palm strike! It was pointless!

The Xuanwu warriors swiftly carried Xuan Yan and the Xuanwu Young Master, shooting away at their fastest speed.

Everyone stood in stunned silence. What had just happened? A hand? A single hand that shattered the tortoise shell of an Imperial Peak Xuanwu? Both Yi Yan and Princess Qianyou looked on with furrowed brows, full of astonishment. Even Mr. Shi, standing nearby, squinted his eyes, his expression complex and inscrutable.

Regardless of what had transpired, it was clear that someone had saved Empress Gan.

Who was it? How could someone possess such overwhelming power? Only Bao'er knew, because as that hand emerged, she had seen the small black mole on one of its fingers, identical to the one on her own finger.

The immortal her master had once mentioned? The one who looked exactly like her?

The spatial ripples before her gradually dissipated. Everyone regained their ability to move, but when they looked at Bao'er, their eyes were filled with awe and curiosity.

"Lin Xiao!" Bao'er was the first to regain her composure and called out.

"Present!" Lin Xiao immediately responded.

"Mobilize the troops to capture Jinling City. Exterminate all members of the Yin Moon Dynasty's royal family. Any who dare to resist will face the annihilation of their entire clans!" Bao'er issued her command with ruthless determination.

"Yes!" Lin Xiao responded at once.

At that moment, near the battlefield, a mysterious figure appeared as if out of thin air. It was the Supreme of the Wolf Clan, Di Xuan Sha.

Standing atop a mountain peak, Di Xuan Sha surveyed the surroundings with a frown, glancing towards the distant bronze warship. He knew he had likely missed something significant.