Battle of the Four Women

The protective formation that had guarded the Xia Immortal Dynasty for tens of thousands of miles finally let out a strained, mournful cry beneath the combined assault of three peak Mahayana female demon lords. It shattered into a sky full of glittering fragments, scattering in all directions like a meteor shower flowing backward.

Above the imperial palace, the heavens were forcibly torn open into three enormous rifts in the void.

Gales howled, and the world changed color. Three terrifying pressures—utterly different in nature, yet each powerful enough to destroy heaven and earth—descended upon the sky above Weiyang Palace like three primordial divine mountains.

“Wu Lingxiao, get out here and face your death!”

Accompanied by a voice that was cold to the bone yet filled with boundless madness, the temperature throughout the Xia imperial palace plummeted to freezing point.

From the void on the far left, Xia Lengyue stepped forth upon a path of ice.

Her ice-blue dress snapped violently in the gale, making her resemble an ice goddess who had fallen from the Ninth Heaven.

Her three thousand strands of silvery-blue hair whipped about wildly. Her azure eyes held not the slightest trace of human emotion—only a diseased love and killing intent, both suppressed to their limits beneath the weight of absolute frost.

With her arrival, enormous ghostly-blue ice lotuses began to crystallize throughout the void. Each lotus radiated an extreme-cold law capable of freezing all things in existence.

In the center, demonic energy surged into the heavens, blotting out the sun.

Zi Yao wore a dark-purple robe covered in demonic patterns, wrapping her astonishingly seductive figure in a way that set the heart pounding.

She stood barefoot atop a gigantic black lotus, while the purple lotus mark between her brows flashed with an eerie blood-red light.

In her right hand floated an ancient, sinister Soul-Devouring Bell.

“Hehehe… Wu Lingxiao, you certainly have some nerve. How dare you hide my man?” Zi Yao laughed so hard that her body trembled, yet her eyes were filled with merciless cruelty.

On the far right, peach blossoms filled the sky.

Ye Qingcheng wore a fiery red dress, resembling a blaze of desire burning in the night sky.

A cold, seductive smile adorned her devastatingly beautiful face. Behind her, the enormous phantom images of nine fox tails, condensed from pure pink spiritual energy, blotted out the sky. Every sweep of those tails caused waves of pink ripples to spread through the surrounding space.

Three great demon lords had gathered at the Xia imperial palace for the sake of the same man!

Yet in the face of a terrifying force capable of erasing the entire Xia Immortal Dynasty from the map, a figure of incomparable nobility and pride slowly stepped out from before the white-jade doors of Weiyang Palace.

Wu Lingxiao.

She wore a crown strung with nine tassels and a vermilion phoenix robe. At this moment, her peak Mahayana temporal dao physique erupted without the slightest restraint.

Golden runic marks of temporal laws revolved around her, resembling a ceaseless river of passing years.

“You three shameless sluts actually dare to run wild in My imperial palace?”

Wu Lingxiao’s phoenix eyes widened. Her gaze burned with an even more frenzied and pathological possessiveness than theirs.

“My husband belongs to Me! He is My Consort Xuan! He was Mine before, he is Mine now, and he will be Mine forever! You lowly vixens aren’t even worthy to put shoes on him, yet you dream of taking him from My side?”

“Outrageous!”

Xia Lengyue was the first to erupt. Extreme-cold light burst from her azure eyes.

“You sullied my husband! I will tear you into a thousand pieces! Freeze for ten thousand miles!”

Endless ghostly-blue frost transformed into an enormous ice dragon that roared as it dove toward Wu Lingxiao. Along its path, space—even time itself—was frozen solid.

“My husband’s primal yang can only be mine!” Zi Yao refused to be outdone. She suddenly shook the Soul-Devouring Bell held before her chest.

The demonic sound of soul-devouring transformed into visible purple ripples, like tens of thousands of invisible blades stabbing directly into the depths of Wu Lingxiao’s soul, attempting to forcibly strip her spirit from her body.

“Hehehe, this looks fun. Let me join in as well—Nine-Tailed Calamity: Sea of Desire, Eternal Fall!”

Ye Qingcheng giggled. The nine phantom fox tails behind her became nine pink, heaven-piercing serpents. Carrying a terrifying law of seduction capable of trapping its victims in eternal illusions, they lashed out at Wu Lingxiao from every direction.

The combined attack of three peerless experts, all striking in fury, caused the entire imperial palace to tremble violently.

Yet Wu Lingxiao, standing at the heart of the storm, let out a scornful laugh of utter contempt.

“Before Me, you are all ants!”

Wu Lingxiao abruptly formed a seal with both hands. The temporal dao markings between her brows erupted with dazzling golden light as brilliant as the sun.

With a sweep of her sleeve, a golden curtain of light instantly enveloped the roaring ice dragon.

The ice dragon, which had been charging forward with enough power to freeze the void, was subjected to millions of years of erosion the moment it touched the golden radiance. Its ice-attributed spiritual energy was forcibly exhausted and aged. Finally, a hundred zhang from Wu Lingxiao, it turned directly into a faint cloud of vapor and vanished without a trace!

“What?”

Xia Lengyue’s expression changed dramatically.

Before Zi Yao and Ye Qingcheng could react, Wu Lingxiao pointed into the air with her left hand once more.

The soul-devouring demonic sound, powerful enough to tear apart a Mahayana cultivator’s spirit, suddenly seemed to sink into a quagmire in midair. The purple sound waves slowed to an almost infinite crawl before finally coming to a complete stop three feet before Wu Lingxiao, unable to advance even an inch.

“As for those vulgar fox tails of yours…”

Wu Lingxiao’s gaze was as sharp as a blade. Her vermilion phoenix robe billowed in the wind as she abruptly brought both hands together.

“Reverse!”

The nine pink phantom fox tails that had been about to tear her apart suddenly twisted violently. Then, beyond Ye Qingcheng’s control, they began retreating backward. In the end, they even wrapped around Ye Qingcheng herself, tightening until she let out a muffled groan.

“Impossible! How can you be this strong?”

Zi Yao’s demonic eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief.

They were all Mahayana cultivators. Yet the three of them had joined forces and had still been effortlessly countered by Wu Lingxiao in a single exchange?

“Because I am the only woman beneath heaven worthy of him!”

Wu Lingxiao’s eyes sank completely into yandere madness. A golden Sword of Passing Years condensed in her hand. Her figure vanished from where she stood, and she charged directly into the formation of the three women!

The battle erupted in full force!

The entire sky was beaten into chaos. Four peerlessly beautiful yet terrifying figures collided madly in the void.

Wu Lingxiao, fighting the three great demon lords alone, actually held the complete upper hand!

The temporal dao physique was simply too heaven-defying.

Xia Lengyue’s ice spikes were reduced to vapor before they could even approach her. The moment Zi Yao summoned a magical treasure, its spiritual nature was decayed by the acceleration of time. As for Ye Qingcheng’s seductive illusions, they were utterly useless against a yandere female emperor whose mind had already sunk into eight hundred years of guilt and madness, and whose will was as unyielding as iron!

Bang!

Wu Lingxiao’s whip-like kick, infused with the laws of time, slammed viciously into Ye Qingcheng’s abdomen, sending the red-clad enchantress crashing into a palace below like a cannonball and raising a cloud of dust that filled the sky.

Immediately afterward, she swung her sword backhandedly. Golden sword light tore through Zi Yao’s demonic clouds, leaving a wound deep enough to expose bone across her shoulder. The injury rapidly withered and aged under the power of time.

Zi Yao grunted and retreated a thousand zhang.

“Freeze!”

Xia Lengyue seized the opportunity to launch a sneak attack from behind, thrusting an ice-blue sword straight toward Wu Lingxiao’s heart.

“Get lost!”

Wu Lingxiao did not even turn her head. A shield of time materialized behind her, and the ice sword shattered inch by inch when it struck the shield.

She spun around and struck Xia Lengyue squarely in the chest with her palm, sending her flying backward as she spat blood.

A crushing victory!

An absolute, thorough crushing victory!

Wu Lingxiao hovered in midair, not even a single wrinkle marring her crimson phoenix robe.

Looking down imperiously at the three women—gasping for breath and pale-faced—she let out a wild laugh brimming with the arrogance of a victor.

“You three lowly bitches think you can steal my husband from me? Today, I’ll tear out your tendons and skin you alive, so you’ll learn who truly calls the shots in Great Xia!”