Chapter 110: The Ruthless One Wounded

The scene fell into absolute silence.

No one could believe what had just happened—how could the mighty Red Dragon King, a dominant force of the older generation, someone who had swept across the world unmatched, be slain in a single sword strike?

A chill stirred in every heart as all eyes turned upward toward the woman in white. Fear gripped them.

Especially the elders of Tian Ling Holy Land—they stood on high alert, positioning themselves protectively around the Holy Son and Holy Maiden, wary of any unexpected developments.

The heavens have changed…

That was the unspoken thought echoing in everyone's mind as they watched the holy land respond with such gravity.

The woman in white who stood suspended above the void—once a mortal nobody—had been pursued relentlessly by the great noble houses and holy lands. Yet through blood and fire, she had climbed ever higher. Now, she had surpassed the Holy Sons of the sacred lands and could even slay an elder of the former generation.

The Holy Son and Holy Maiden of Tian Ling both stared intently at her figure. Though unwilling to admit it, they could not deny the truth—her strength had already outstripped their own.

Clap. Clap. Clap...

Crisp applause rang out. Everyone was startled, then looked up to see Chen Xiaoming gazing at the Ruthless Emperor with an appreciative smile.

"Uh..."

Many were stunned and silently cursed. But none could shake the suffocating pressure in the air.

The Age of Great Strife was about to begin, and monsters—true monsters—were emerging one after another.

A single demoness capable of devouring the essence of Sacred Physiques and hunted by all the holy lands was already terrifying enough.

Now another had arrived—one who challenged sacred grounds head-on and slew Holy Sons as if it were nothing.

After today, the Eastern Wastelands would never be the same.

A Holy Son had fallen. The demoness had slain the Red Dragon King. With her terrifying rate of advancement, the holy lands and noble families would no longer permit her unchecked growth.

In the shadows, Wang De—having retreated to a corner—glanced up at Chen Xiaoming and the Ruthless Emperor exchanging looks. The despair in his heart deepened.

Dealing with Chen Xiaoming alone had already been a headache. Now it seemed this man was somehow linked to that terrifying woman. Even if it was just a look of admiration, what if people started drawing connections?

After all, one sought battles with the sacred lands, while the other specialized in killing their heirs.

Whichever way you looked at it, it felt like one was scouting while the other executed the kill.

If you wanted evidence—wasn't the case of the Xuan Yu Holy Son proof enough?

Shocked by his own bold speculation, Wang De gave Chen Xiaoming one last glance, then made up his mind—this was no place to linger. The sooner he fled, the better.

Buzz...

The void trembled. In the distant starlit sky, a divine light burst forth. The entire city was bathed in radiant daylight as a figure, cloaked in divine radiance, descended slowly.

Shrouded in brilliance, only a vague silhouette could be seen.

Each step this figure took across the void echoed with the sound of the Great Dao, resonating within the hearts of all present.

In an instant, expressions shifted. Eyes turned toward the newcomer, and a few, recognizing the silhouette, relaxed slightly.

Some even smirked, casting amused glances at the woman in white—the Ruthless Emperor.

Chen Xiaoming's expression darkened, his gaze sharpening. This newcomer was far stronger than the Red Dragon King. Chen Xiaoming couldn't gauge his depth at all.

But the Ruthless Emperor—eyes like still autumn waters—faced the man without flinching. Her long hair flowed behind her, undisturbed by the oppressive aura.

From the moment she walked this path, there had never been any turning back.

"Surrender. You have no chance."

The divine light retracted, revealing the figure within—a man who appeared to be in his thirties or forties, with a square jaw, sword-like eyebrows, and deep, piercing eyes. Within those eyes, the illusion of collapsing void shimmered.

Clad in a flowing blue robe, black hair tumbling down his back, he stood wreathed in divine light. The void shifted behind him as though he stood in a world apart, untouched by dust or mortal air.

The Ruthless Emperor furrowed her brows slightly. She gave no reply. The sword in her hand was her answer.

Behind her, celestial phenomena reawakened—Tidal Seas surged, a Bright Moon rose, and Golden Lotuses bloomed silently. Her figure danced through the air, her immortal sword swirling.

"One thought blossoms, and I reign over all beneath the heavens."

One by one, divine flowers bloomed—petal by petal—crystalline and radiant, each stroke of her jade-like fingers imprinting a flower of enlightenment. Light shimmered and scattered like stars, as the blossoms surged forward in a dazzling array.

Immortal petals danced in the sky. Glorious rays burst forth in every direction as multicolored divine light rushed toward the newcomer.

The void trembled with hums of resonance. The Ruthless Emperor split into countless reflections. Her sword swept through the sky, swordlight flooding the heavens. In the blink of an eye, the entire atmosphere shifted as her aura locked onto the man.

With a gentle sweep of her sword, ten thousand beams of swordlight streaked forth. The heavens and earth shook as if on the verge of collapse, the void rupturing endlessly.

Within those swordlights were Dao runes—strips of divine law—stirring the Nine Heavens as they came crashing down.

"Go."

The middle-aged man lifted a single finger. A tap. The void before him cracked like glass, and divine light flooded forth, overwhelming the descending Nine Heavens.

A titanic figure burst through the tear—its fist striking out with unfathomable power, sweeping away everything.

The divine blossoms were incinerated, the swordlight dissolved like melting snow. The enormous hand came crashing down, carrying with it endless divine brilliance, erasing every killing intent the Ruthless Emperor had unleashed.

"Ten thousand Daos, a dream of the Star River."

The man spoke softly. With a single finger, he pointed at the Ruthless Emperor. Every power in existence—sacred, yin-yang, life and death, the very essence of the cosmos—converged and descended upon her.

All around, streams of power flowed like rivulets—silver, violet, and more—manifesting the myriad Dao, which coalesced into a galaxy of divine law. It cascaded down like a star river.

Soundless. Boundless. The Dao River descended, sealing her in a self-contained world ruled by universal law—its purpose: the absolute annihilation of her existence.

The Ruthless Emperor's expression shifted. A flicker of daze appeared in her eyes, as if her soul had been cast into that galaxy—lost in a dream spanning millennia.

In the nick of time, divine fire surged from the center of her brow. A rainbow beam shot forth, tearing through the illusion.

The beam hovered in the sky. Sparks ignited and within moments, an inferno of red fire engulfed the world. Within the sea of flame, traces of purple fire flickered—burning through the void.

Everything else vanished. Dao traces were obliterated, wiped from existence. All that remained was that vast sea of violet flame.

"That's the All-Heaven Divine Flame!"

Someone below recognized the fire and cried out in shock. This was the All-Heaven Divine Flame—a flame that could burn through all things. Boundless and unstoppable.

"Extinguish!"

The middle-aged man looked on indifferently. A tap of his finger tore the void once more. The previously destroyed Star River of the Great Dao reemerged.

Endless divine light surged. The power of law descended once again, and a faint aquamarine glow—the Radiance of Kui Water—fell from the heavens. The void froze. The all-consuming divine flame was gradually extinguished.

The Great Dao's star river shimmered once more. A strand of radiant law swept across the Ruthless Emperor.

Though she had always stood proud and indomitable, her aura faltered. Blood sprayed from her lips, dyeing her white robes crimson.

Before such an immense power gap, even someone who could battle across realms like the Ruthless Emperor could not endure.

The man chuckled softly. The Star River of the Dao coalesced into chains, reaching toward her.

But just as he believed the battle to be over—a figure appeared.

A silver-haired youth manifested from nothing, placing himself between the chains and the Ruthless Emperor.

His right hand shimmered with argent divine light. With a single wave, the power of endless void swept forth, shattering the chains of the Star River.

"She's mine. Who gave you permission to touch her?"

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