Xuanhuan: The Empress and I Swapped Bodies - Chapter 85

The razor-sharp sword technique cleaved through the sea of flames—something the supreme experts of the Vermilion Bird Clan had never anticipated.

In the past, their Vermilion Bird Divine Flames had been unstoppable.

Few who fought against them could withstand the scorching might of their flames.

Even those wielding immensely powerful artifacts were not guaranteed to resist the burning fury of the Vermilion Bird Divine Flames.

Yet, when it came to Ye Wushuang, their flames couldn’t even touch him.

This realization sent a surge of panic through the Vermilion Bird Clan’s supreme experts.

“His swordsmanship has already reached the pinnacle of the Dao of the Sword—our flames are useless against him!”

“No wonder Zhu Qing fell to his blade. With such mastery, even blocking his strikes is nearly impossible, let alone the fact that this might not even be his strongest technique!”

“Truly terrifying. We must subdue him quickly, or else, with whatever unknown methods he still has, we’ll be the ones at a disadvantage!”

Had Ye Wushuang merely been a newly ascended Supreme Realm expert relying on external forces, the Vermilion Bird Clan’s supreme experts wouldn’t have cared.

But Ye Wushuang was the one who had slain their clan’s patriarch.

Anyone capable of killing a Supreme Realm expert was no ordinary foe.

Thus, the Vermilion Bird Clan’s supreme experts regarded Ye Wushuang with extreme wariness.

In the next moment, they exchanged a glance and, without hesitation, unleashed their clan’s most devastating divine technique.

“Vermilion! Bird! Slaughter!!”

Two furious roars erupted as two colossal Vermilion Birds materialized beside the existing ones.

However, these were not physical entities but constructs of boundless Daoist magic—manifestations of the Vermilion Birds’ ultimate techniques.

Within these phantoms lay the accumulated heritage of the Vermilion Bird Clan, a fusion of countless supreme Daoist arts.

Any single one of these arts could dominate an entire region on its own.

But woven together, they formed an interconnected web—disturb one, and all would detonate in unison.

The combined force was far beyond mere addition.

If unleashed, even a Supreme Realm expert would be obliterated instantly.

The power dwarfed even Zhu Qing’s earlier attack.

And now, two supreme experts of the Vermilion Bird Clan had unleashed this technique simultaneously.

In that instant, Ye Wushuang sensed a deadly crisis.

Without hesitation, he summoned his own ultimate attack.

“One! Sword! Parts! Heaven!!”

A colossal divine sword materialized in the heavens, towering over the world.

This sword was no mere construct of metal or stone—it embodied the essence of wind, light, thunder, and rain.

Having broken through to the Immortal Emperor Realm, Ye Wushuang’s swordsmanship had ascended to new heights.

His One Sword Parts Heaven now surpassed its former might.

The sword hanging in the sky resembled a blade of divine retribution, striking terror into the hearts of all who beheld it.

Ye Wushuang, gripping this divine weapon, seemed like an envoy of the heavens, delivering celestial judgment.

As the two Vermilion Bird phantoms surged toward him, he swung without hesitation.

Despite its immense size, the sword moved with blinding speed.

A flash of white light—

Then, an earth-shaking explosion erupted, deafening all who heard it.

“BOOM—!!!”

A shockwave of Daoist energy radiated outward, flattening everything within a million-mile radius.

Even the mightiest mountains were reduced to dust.

The only structure left standing was the Vermilion Bird Sacred Mountain.

This sacred peak, imbued with profound formations, glowed with an ethereal light, resisting the destructive force.

Only such a divine mountain could withstand such devastation.

Yet, the battle was far from over.

Ye Wushuang’s first strike had only destroyed one of the Vermilion Bird phantoms.

The second was still hurtling toward him, poised to strike him down in the next instant.

But in that critical moment—

Another colossal sword materialized in Ye Wushuang’s grasp.

With a swift slash, he cleaved through the remaining phantom.

The explosion erupted right beside him, engulfing him in a storm of Daoist energy.

Outside, the aftershock was even more catastrophic.

The land within a million miles had become a gaping crater.

Even the Vermilion Bird Sacred Mountain trembled, on the verge of collapse like everything else.

The two supreme experts of the Vermilion Bird Clan let out sighs of relief.

“With such a devastating impact, even if she doesn’t die, she’ll surely be severely injured!”

“Fighting two against one may be dishonorable, but the results speak for themselves.”

“The Divine Dragon Empress’s talent is far too terrifying. In a one-on-one battle, we might not have been her match!”

Having gravely wounded the Divine Dragon Empress, they believed the battle was as good as won.

Now, all that remained was to discuss how to divide the Divine Dragon Empire.

But first, they had one crucial task—reclaiming their clan’s sacred treasure, the Vermilion Bird Divine Spear.

With this in mind, the two experts cautiously approached the epicenter of the explosion.

Once the energy dissipated, they would seize the spear before Ye Wushuang could destroy it.

As the chaotic energies began to fade, they stepped forward—

Only to hear Ye Wushuang’s voice echo once more.

“One! Sword! Parts! Heaven!!”

To their horror, Ye Wushuang—standing at the heart of the explosion—had unleashed his ultimate technique again.

A terrifying sword intent surged from the storm of energy.

Though they couldn’t see him, the killing intent was unmistakable.

Their faces twisted in panic.

“Retreat—NOW!!”