The moment Ye Wushuang charged forward, he swiftly stored Huo Lingshan inside a spatial treasure.
Though her strength had improved significantly, she had yet to break through to the Immortal King Realm—making her no match for these Immortal Emperors.
Keeping her hidden prevented the enemy from exploiting her as a weakness.
Huo Lingshan understood this and offered no resistance.
In the next instant, Ye Wushuang struck first.
His sword flashed, unleashing one of his most formidable techniques—the Grass Script Sword Art.
A single slash tore through the sky, its oppressive force blotting out the heavens.
The Grass Script Sword Art was a true pinnacle swordsmanship, capable of cleaving through suns and moons with ease. Fighting above one’s level was trivial in its mastery.
Thus, the moment Ye Wushuang attacked, the Immortal Emperors felt an overwhelming threat.
Some paled at the sight of that transcendent blade.
“Damn it! He’s no ordinary Immortal King—he’s a peerless genius of the realm! Everyone, be careful!”
One of the Immortal Emperors shouted a warning, sensing the lethal intent behind the strike.
Yet others remained dismissive.
To them, the gap between Immortal King and Immortal Emperor was insurmountable.
Even if Ye Wushuang was a once-in-an-era talent, they believed he couldn’t possibly challenge true Emperor-level powerhouses.
After all, these Immortal Emperors had once been Immortal Kings themselves—they knew exactly how vast the difference was.
Judging by their own past experiences, they assumed Ye Wushuang’s strength was limited to dominating his own realm.
So instead of dodging, they arrogantly met his blade head-on.
A giant hand formed from immortal energy reached out to crush him, their laughter booming:
“Hahaha! The Divine Phoenix treasures belong to me now!”
In their eyes, Ye Wushuang was already subdued—his treasures as good as theirs.
But the instant his sword made contact, reality shattered their delusions.
Their Emperor-level barriers—proud defenses that could withstand celestial punishment—were sliced apart like paper.
Even their protective treasures failed instantly, their enchantments crumbling without resistance.
Then, the blade found flesh.
“SHIIIING—!”
A brilliant flash, and the once-mighty Immortal Emperor was bisected cleanly, his soul extinguished before he could scream.
Those who reacted in time barely escaped with their lives—though not without cost. Arms were severed, bodies mangled.
Unlike Ye Wushuang, they lacked regenerative abilities. Reattaching a limb would demand steep sacrifices.
Roars of fury erupted:
“AAAAH! You dare wound me?!”
“DIE!”
Yet instead of retreating, their greed flared hotter.
Revenge was one motive—but more than that, they were now too close to abandon the Divine Phoenix treasures.
Even bleeding, they pressed forward.
Some would rather die than let this prize slip away.
Meanwhile, the stronger Immortal Emperors at the rear needed no persuasion.
They were already convinced the treasures lay with Ye Wushuang, so they ignored the two Divine Dragon Imperial guards entirely, converging on him instead.
Their answer came in the form of an unrelenting storm of steel.
Ye Wushuang’s spiritual energy seemed inexhaustible as he unleashed the Grass Script Sword Art repeatedly.
Blades of light wove into a net of annihilation, ensnaring the Immortal Emperors in a dance of death.
Those caught within felt their mortality loom closer—an absurdity for beings of their stature.
They were Immortal Emperors, not some common Kings!
And with so many joining forces, how could they be struggling? If word got out, the entire cultivation world would laugh at their shame.
But before they could regroup, Ye Wushuang struck again.
Leaping high, he raised his sword to the heavens and bellowed:
“Ten—Thousand—Swords—Return—To—Origin!”
The very world answered his call.
Every blade of grass, every stone, every fragment of metal in the Fire Prison awakened.
At his level, all things could become swords.
And as his sword intent fused into them, their edges grew keener than divine weapons.
Like an army awaiting orders, they aligned—then surged toward the Immortal Emperors in a relentless tide.
This time, panic set in.
“No—this isn’t some Divine Dragon Imperial lackey! This is the Divine Dragon Empress herself!”
“Beware! The Empress can slay those above her realm! She’s felled Immortal Emperors before!”
“Damn it all! We’ve provoked a monster!”
“Tch. So what if she’s the Empress? At this point—even she must die!“
The technique was unmistakable.
This was the Divine Dragon Empress—a sovereign who had once split the sky and sent the Heavenly Dragon Clan’s patriarch flying with a single stroke.
Her reputation was built on corpses of Immortal Emperors.
The realization made many hesitate.
Offending her meant incurring the wrath of the entire Divine Dragon Empire—a nightmare no faction wanted.
But it was too late for regrets.
With teeth gritted, they pushed forward, their resolve hardening:
Even if you’re the Empress…
You’ll die here today.
