The Queen Mother of the West grew increasingly alarmed as the battle raged on. Though she was a woman, her physique was extraordinarily robust, tempered by the essence of moonlight, and her cultivation had reached the Half-Step Quasi-Emperor realm. Her body had undergone multiple transformations, elevating it to an unimaginable level of strength.
Yet, despite this, she found herself being forced back by Gu Qingfeng, who was only at the Celestial Human realm, barely able to hold her ground.
Gu Qingfeng, however, was displeased. Ever since forging his Chaos Body, his power had surged dramatically. Without a proper benchmark, he could only roughly estimate that he was far stronger than a Supreme Being.
But how much stronger? A Supreme Being couldn’t possibly test his limits. Thus, he had hoped the Queen Mother of the West, a Half-Step Quasi-Emperor, would push him to his full potential.
To his frustration, she kept holding back, probing him with half-hearted attacks, clearly looking down on his lower realm.
Damn this bitch! How much longer is she going to underestimate me? So what if she’s a Half-Step Quasi-Emperor?
Determined to provoke her into fighting seriously, Gu Qingfeng suddenly unleashed his strength. His fists, wreathed in chaotic energy, shot forward, violently deflecting the Queen Mother’s divine sword.
Shocked, she barely managed to steady her nearly uncontrollable blade before retaliating with three thousand sword strikes in an instant, the countless afterimages enveloping Gu Qingfeng.
A faint smile tugged at his lips. Finally, she’s getting serious. He met her onslaught head-on, effortlessly shattering her sword shadows as the battle reignited.
Hundreds of exchanges later, Gu Qingfeng grew increasingly puzzled. Why was she still so weak?
Mid-fight, he stole a glance at the Queen Mother, noticing the blood trickling from the corner of her lips. Suddenly, it dawned on him.
Could it be… this little vixen has fallen for me? Is she deliberately holding back, wanting to be beaten?
What a clever ploy! Truly worthy of the Queen Mother of the West from the Jade Pool!
Well then, I’ll oblige her!
Just as he prepared to play along—
BOOM!
A deafening explosion erupted from the distant horizon.
The earth trembled violently, as if struck by a magnitude-ten earthquake. From the source of the explosion surged an overwhelming demonic aura, deeper and more terrifying than any he had ever sensed before.
"I’ll kill you!"
The Queen Mother paid no heed to the disturbance. Her eyes burned with fury, locked solely on Gu Qingfeng as she unleashed a relentless barrage of divine techniques and attacks.
Understanding her… enthusiasm, Gu Qingfeng allowed himself to be struck, his body transforming into an indestructible vessel.
His gaze, however, remained fixed on the distant sky, piercing through millions of miles.
Gradually, he discerned two colossal figures locked in combat—a towering flaming qilin phantom and a god-like man standing ten thousand zhang tall.
Their battle shook the heavens, darkened the skies, and sent stars plummeting.
And the man’s face… it looked familiar.
Isn’t that the Thirteenth Ancestor of the Heavenly Court?
Gu Qingfeng recognized him—the Quasi-Emperor he had forced out of seclusion earlier.
The monstrous demonic aura, naturally, came from the flaming qilin.
What’s going on?
Why is the Thirteenth Ancestor fighting a qilin?
And a Quasi-Emperor-level qilin at that.
Could it be… they’ve learned I’ve been searching for my long-lost kin?
"Die already!"
"Stop fooling around. I’ve just found a long-lost relative. Let me reunite with him first, then I’ll play with you later."
With that, Gu Qingfeng ignored the fuming Queen Mother, who stomped her feet in frustration, and sped toward the battlefield where the Thirteenth Ancestor and the flaming qilin clashed.
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"Lowly human, hand over the Immortal Qilin Herb now, and this prince may spare your life. Otherwise, I’ll ensure you die without a whole corpse."
The flaming qilin spoke arrogantly, its tone dripping with disdain for the Thirteenth Ancestor.
The latter remained grimly silent, clutching a miniature golden qilin in one hand—the Immortal Qilin Herb.
The herb had long gained sentience, possessing its own will, intelligence, and even divine power. Ordinary cultivators couldn’t hope to subdue it, let alone store it in a spatial ring.
The herb writhed desperately, trying to escape, but even with its strength, it was no match for a Quasi-Emperor.
The clash between the two Quasi-Emperors drew countless gazes. Beings within tens of millions of miles shuddered under the apocalyptic pressure of their battle.
Even ancient existences turned their attention to the spectacle.
Yet, none dared approach. This was a fight between Quasi-Emperors—a confrontation so intense that even a Heavenly Supreme would perish in the aftermath.
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