Two Against One, One Against Two

RUMBLE!

A violent tremor shook the heavens, and the land of Demon Province quaked as if struck by an earthquake. Even the sect-protecting grand formation trembled uncontrollably—the battle between six quasi-emperor powerhouses was truly absurd to behold. Ordinary cultivators had no way to intervene.

A streak of light shot through the void toward Mo Tianxiao. He reached out and caught it—a talisman paper. The moment it touched his hand, a voice crackled out from it.

“The Central Region is in peril! Send reinforcements immediately!”

At the sound of Zhou Muxi's voice, Mo Tianxiao's brows knitted slightly.

“They've begun a full-scale assault on the Central Earth Divine Province? These creatures move quickly indeed.”

Eight quasi-emperor powerhouses, dozens of Saint-realm cultivators—if they threw everything at the Central Earth Divine Province, then even with the sect's foundational heritage to fall back on, they wouldn't last long.

Mo Tianxiao's figure faded into the void, silently creeping toward the heavens above.

The two quasi-emperor powerhouses of the Shamo clan were barely holding on against the four quasi-emperors of the Demon Sect. If not for the sheer potency of their pills, the two would have already been defeated. The pills they had swallowed were likely at the Emperor-grade level—the Shamo clan certainly spared no expense for the two who had come to die.

“Cease your futile resistance! The Primordial Yellow Realm is no place for alien filth to run rampant!”

Yue Tianxing and Master Tianji flickered back and forth, launching a fierce assault on Mo Ye. Every move Mo Ye made seemed to have been anticipated by the pair—he could not launch a single counterattack, forced to rely solely on his two emperor-grade artifacts for defense.

“Tianxing, the Righteous Alliance is in danger. End this swiftly!”

Master Tianji truly lived up to his title as the head of the Heaven's Secrets Pavilion—Mo Tianxiao hadn't even informed him of the news, yet Master Tianji already knew.

“Hmph! If not for that troublesome shield, we'd have cut his head off long ago!”

Yue Tianxing swung his Brush of Vast Righteousness, and the moment he heard the Righteous Alliance was in danger, anger flashed across his face.

Torrential righteous energy surged into the brush as he roared, “Vast righteousness! Empower my body!”

The next instant, a ten-thousand-zhang dharma projection rose behind Yue Tianxing—a majestic giant wielding an enormous brush, gazing down upon all living things like a god. It gripped the brush shaft and jabbed downward at Mo Ye, the tip condensing with vast righteousness as it shattered layer after layer of space.

Meanwhile, Master Tianji tossed his coins skyward, his eyes blazing with faint blue light. “Heaven's secrets revealed! Mystic gates and hidden paths—hold!”

The two coins swelled rapidly, and the square holes between them ensnared Mo Ye, an inexplicable force freezing his body in place.

Mo Ye's pupils shrank sharply. The heavy shield before him erupted with blinding golden light, forming a giant barrier above his head.

BOOM!!

The colossal tip of the vast righteousness brush slammed onto the shield, the surrounding space splitting apart like a spider's web. Cracks raced across even that emperor-grade shield.

“ANNIHILATE!”

The ten-thousand-zhang projection's voice boomed, righteousness blazing with utmost radiance. This single strike nearly shattered Mo Ye's emperor-grade artifact. The vast righteousness that leaked through the cracks struck his immobile body, and in an instant, it was riddled with holes.

Blood poured from the wounds, and before long, Mo Ye had become a blood-soaked alien wretch.

“Cough, cough, cough!”

He spat out mouthful after mouthful of blood. Mo Ye began burning his lifespan to break free from Master Tianji's binding. Gripping his emperor-grade spear, he thrust upward violently, scattering the vast righteousness above his head.

His lifespan drained at a terrifying rate. Even the two great black horns on his forehead turned gray and withered before the naked eye.

Seeing that Mo Ye's side was already in its death throes, Mo Tianxiao silently shifted his position and moved to another battlefield—this fight was as good as over.

On the other side, no sooner had Mo Tianxiao arrived than he watched Sun Zhantian swing his staff and send Mo Lu flying through the air, while Mo Lu could only huddle behind his emperor-grade shield in desperate defense.

But before Mo Lu could even react, a pitch-black saber shrouded in an oppressive miasma of killing intent split through space and cleaved into him, sending him hurtling backward.

If not for his emperor-grade artifact protecting his body, that single blow would have carved him in half.

And so Mo Lu's fate was even more miserable than Mo Ye's—he turned into a bouncing ball, knocked back and forth between Sun Zhantian and An Shouchang like a game of catch.

Mo Tianxiao secretly sent them both a telepathic message: “Senior Sun, Elder An, Senior Yue's fight is about to end.”

“What? That old fellow's finishing faster than us?”

An Shouchang's expression shifted at the news. “Brother Sun, we can't let the two of them outdo us!”

“You have a point. We've worn him down long enough—time to send this one off.”

Sun Zhantian's aura condensed, and an overwhelming tide of demonic energy surged forth like a cataclysm.

“ROOOAR!!!”

A roar that shook heaven and earth shattered the void. Sun Zhantian's body began to swell wildly, growing until he stood like a colossal mountain. Each black hair on his body stood on end like inverse thorns, and his eyes gleamed like twin suns and moons hanging high in the sky, glowing with an eerie radiance.

The iron staff in his hand seemed to come alive, transforming into a pillar that scraped the heavens and blotted out the sky. He swung it down at Mo Lu— “Defy Heaven and Earth! Chaos-Founding Strike!”

It descended like an apocalyptic divine pillar. Mo Lu's brows furrowed deeply, blood seeping from the corners of his mouth as he desperately channeled his emperor-grade artifact to block Sun Zhantian's full-powered blow.

BANG!!

The massive staff whipped down, shattering the shield's defenses in an instant. The residual force crashed Mo Lu's broken body into the ground, carving out a deep crater and sending violent shockwaves through the earth.

Mo Lu didn't hesitate—he scrambled back to his feet, staring at his shattered shield with a flicker of dread in his eyes. So this was the level of cultivation the quasi-dao entrants of the Primordial Yellow Realm could reach? No wonder they were so coveted among the alien races.

If he'd taken that blow with his bare body, it would have reduced him to paste.

“Demon Emperor... SLAY!”

Before he could even react, the ten-thousand-zhang dharma projection cloaked in dark gold armor swung its great saber downward in a vertical arc. Black-red demonic energy swept across the heavens like a tidal wave, as if the apocalypse itself had descended. The blade struck straight down at Mo Lu.

He barely raised his second emperor-grade artifact before the attack hit. A deafening roar and violent tremors followed as a crevasse, deep as the abyss, split the earth and raced all the way to the edge of sight.

And Mo Lu's figure had vanished completely—only half a wisp of his soul lingered in the air, apparently still in shock.

“A fine prize.”

With a wave of the Human Sovereign Banner, Mo Tianxiao smoothly collected that half-wisp of quasi-emperor soul.

Even the spirits of the alien race shouldn't go to waste—they'd make good nourishment for the brothers within the Human Sovereign Banner.

“Not enough! Two on one—barely a warm-up!”

Sun Zhantian restored his human form, slinging his pitch-black iron staff over his shoulder, clearly unsatisfied.

He wanted a battle where he could pour out every ounce of his strength. Honestly, if not for the fact that they were fighting off alien invaders, two-against-one was something he'd never deign to do.

Seeing this, Mo Tianxiao quickly spoke up: “Senior Sun, no need to fret—soon you'll have all the fighting you can handle.”

“An urgent report has come from the Central Earth Divine Province: eight alien quasi-emperors are attacking the Righteous Alliance together, and they've requested our aid.”

“Eight!”

Sun Zhantian froze for a moment, then his face split into a grin. “Does that mean we get to fight two each? Excellent! Let's go now—my staff's been gathering dust for too long. Time to use these alien bastards to give it a good sharpening!”

At the same time, Yue Tianxing and Master Tianji finished off another quasi-emperor. Master Tianji then turned to the two of them, cupping his fist in salute, and said, "Daoist An, Daoist Sun, the Central Province is in grave danger. We humbly request that the two of you lend your aid."

An Shouchang nodded in agreement. "The alien races grow rampant. It is only right that we devote our full strength to assist."