103: Chapter 103 Space Lockdown

Hearing Elder Ling Xu's words, Supreme Great Elder Mo Yunting's face darkened to the extreme.

“Kunlun?”

He muttered in a low voice, a thick killing intent suddenly surging within his cloudy eyes.

“What a Kunlun! To kill the Elders of our Liuli Sect and still dare to boast so shamelessly!”

Before his voice could even fade, Supreme Great Elder Mo Yunting's figure vanished from where he stood.

When he reappeared, he was already right in front of Elder Ling Xu, a ghostly claw carrying majestic spiritual energy striking straight down toward Elder Ling Xu's crown.

From within the ghostly claw, the faint sound of wailing ghosts and howling wolves echoed, as if it were about to tear the Void Realm apart.

Elder Ling Xu's gaze turned cold; instead of retreating, he advanced.

He raised his right hand and formed a sword hand-gesture. An incredibly sharp Sword Qi burst from his fingertips, violently clashing with Supreme Great Elder Mo Yunting's ghostly claw.

“Boom—!”

Amidst the deafening roar, Supreme Great Elder Mo Yunting was shaken back several steps, his face flushing red.

He looked down at his palm; a sword wound deep enough to expose bone was seeping blood.

Meanwhile, Elder Ling Xu remained standing in place, his robes not even slightly disheveled.

“With only this much ability, you dare to run wild in the Southern Wilderness?”

Elder Ling Xu's tone was calm, but beneath that calmness lay an undisguised contempt.

Supreme Great Elder Mo Yunting's face turned ashen. He had cultivated for tens of thousands of years and considered himself top-tier among those of the same rank, yet this person before him...

“Attack together!”

He barked a low shout, and Supreme Second Elder Ye Pojun and Supreme Third Elder Xiao Jue moved simultaneously.

The three of them lunged at Elder Ling Xu from three different directions. The majestic pressure of the Tribulation Transcenders was like three great mountains, bearing down upon him all at once.

Seeing this, Qingxuan and Elder Mu Bai struck at the same time.

Qingxuan unsheathed his longsword, and an ice-blue Sword Qi sliced through the air, transforming into a pure white ice Phoenix. With its wings spread wide, carrying an overwhelming chill, it lunged toward Supreme Third Elder Xiao Jue.

Supreme Third Elder Xiao Jue's face turned pale. He swung his long saber frantically in front of him, attempting to block the attack.

The ice Phoenix crashed into the saber light, shattering it inch by inch. Supreme Third Elder Xiao Jue was sent stumbling backward repeatedly, the webbing of his thumb split open and blood flowing freely.

Meanwhile, Elder Mu Bai's figure flickered in and out of the Void Realm, fast as a ghost.

Every time his short blade slashed out, it was accompanied by a sharp, bloody light, forcing Supreme Great Elder Mo Yunting to split his attention to deal with it, completely unable to get close to Elder Ling Xu.

In just a few breaths, of the three Tribulation Transcenders, one was injured, one retreated, and one was locked in combat. They were actually suppressed by Elder Ling Xu's trio to the point of having no power to fight back.

Ancestor Zhou Huaixu was not idle either.

He leaped from the city tower, rushing straight toward the Liuli Sect's spirit vessel.

He released his Peak of Tribulation Transcendence aura without reservation, slamming heavily onto the spirit vessel.

Sect Leader Lin Guiya's face changed drastically. He hastily activated the spirit vessel's defensive Formation, and a pitch-black barrier rose from its surface, enveloping the entire vessel.

Ancestor Zhou Huaixu threw a punch at the barrier. It shook violently but did not shatter.

He then threw several punches in quick succession. Golden spiritual light exploded from his knuckles, slamming violently against the pitch-black barrier.

“Crack—!”

A crisp cracking sound echoed as the barrier dissolved into a sky of black mist. The faces of the Liuli Sect members on the spirit vessel instantly turned deathly pale.

Ancestor Zhou Huaixu's figure landed on the deck of the spirit vessel. Sweeping his gaze over the pale Liuli Sect Cultivators, he wasted no words and struck out with a palm.

Dozens of Liuli Sect Cultivators were turned to dust under this single palm strike, leaving not even bones behind.

Sect Leader Lin Guiya's face was grim. Gritting his teeth, he activated a secret technique. The spiritual energy around his body surged wildly, and a pitch-black pillar of light erupted from his palm, blasting toward Ancestor Zhou Huaixu.

Ancestor Zhou Huaixu did not even look at him directly. With a casual wave of his hand, the pitch-black pillar of light was slapped away and dispersed.

Taking a step forward, he arrived in front of Sect Leader Lin Guiya and struck his chest with a palm.

Sect Leader Lin Guiya coughed up a wild spray of blood. His body, like a broken kite, crashed heavily onto the deck, unable to get back up.

“Sect Master!”

Several Liuli Sect Elders had their eyes nearly splitting with rage as they lunged frantically at Ancestor Zhou Huaixu.

Without even looking, Ancestor Zhou Huaixu waved his hand. Beams of golden spiritual light flew from his palm, instantly slaying all those Elders.

On the spirit vessel, blood flowed like a river.

At this moment, in the Void Realm surrounding the capital city, countless gazes were watching this battle.

These were spies from various regional forces, old monsters in seclusion, and powerhouses from the major forces of the Southern Wilderness.

From the direction of the Central Plains, an elderly figure stood with hands behind his back amidst the clouds, his cloudy eyes staring intently at the three figures above the capital city.

He was the Grand Elder of the Tianji Pavilion, Baili Changfeng, a Peak of Tribulation Transcendence Cultivator renowned throughout the world for divining heavenly secrets.

Yet at this moment, as he looked at those three figures, his heart was filled with solemnity.

“Kunlun!”

He muttered the name in a low voice, a trace of doubt flashing through his cloudy eyes.

“When did such a force emerge in the Southern Wilderness?”

From the direction of the Eastern Sea, a completely jade-green spirit vessel hovered in the air above the sea.

At the bow of the vessel, an Elder dressed in a water-blue robe stood with his hands behind his back, looking toward the south with a solemn expression.

He was the Pavilion Master of the Eastern Sea's Penglai Pavilion, Hai Tianlan, a Peak of Tribulation Transcendence Cultivator.

He had received the news of the Liuli Sect mobilizing a grand force to head to the Southern Wilderness at the very first moment.

He had thought this was merely a dispute between the Western Territory and the Southern Wilderness, having nothing to do with his Eastern Sea.

But now, the combat power shown by those three who claimed to be from 'Kunlun' forced him to re-evaluate the landscape of the Southern Wilderness.

From the direction of the Western Territory, on a desolate mountain peak, a gray-robed old monk sat cross-legged.

A chessboard was laid out before him, with black and white pieces interspersed, the game already in its mid-stage.

The old monk held a white piece, hesitating to place it down for a long time, his gaze constantly directed toward the south.

There, a great battle was taking place that would change the landscape of the Western Territory and the Southern Wilderness.

Southern Wilderness, Medicine King Valley.

Daoist Ziyang and Dan Qingzi stood side by side under the Myriad Spirit Tree, looking toward the direction of the Zhouwu Dynasty's imperial capital, their expressions solemn.

“Three Tribulation Transcenders, and their strength far exceeds those of the same rank.”

Daoist Ziyang spoke in a low voice, his tone carrying a trace of emotion and shock.

“That Senior's foundation is even deeper than this old man imagined.”

...

Above the Zhouwu Dynasty capital city, Supreme Great Elder Mo Yunting's trio had been forced back step by step.

He knew in his heart that if they continued to fight, the three of them would likely fall here today.

“Retreat!”

He barked a low shout, turning to rush toward the spirit vessel to take Sect Leader Lin Guiya and the others away before retreating to the Western Territory.

Qingxuan watched his movements and chuckled softly, “Want to leave?”

He raised his hand, and an invisible rune surged from his palm, spreading out across the Void Realm above the capital city.

Wherever that power passed, space began to distort and solidify, as if tightly gripped by an invisible giant hand.

Supreme Great Elder Mo Yunting's figure crashed into an invisible wall and was bounced back.

His face changed drastically, and he raised his hand to strike a palm against the invisible wall.

“Boom—!”

The wall did not budge in the slightest.

Supreme Second Elder Ye Pojun and Supreme Third Elder Xiao Jue also struggled to their feet, attempting to escape from the locked space.

But they were similarly blocked by the invisible wall; no matter how they attacked, the wall remained completely motionless.

“A spatial lock?”

Supreme Great Elder Mo Yunting's face darkened completely, a hint of despair creeping into his voice.