The man in white stared at her silently for a moment, then suddenly said, "You must be jealous of my seventh sister, right?" Shen Shuang reacted like a cat whose tail had been trod upon, erupting in fury. "What did you say!" Seeing her reaction, the man in white became even more certain, sneering, "My seventh sister has a kind heart. When she was with Tiandao, we could all see that Tiandao's feelings were genuine.

We initially thought this person was profoundly calculating when he killed our seventh sister, which is why we held a grudge. But now, looking at it, with Tiandao's strength, killing us would have been as easy as turning over his hand; he wouldn't have waited until today." "For years, this has puzzled me, and today I finally understand. The only reason Tiandao left my seventh sister was out of fear that you, this crazy shrew, would kill her out of jealousy.

Yet, in the end, my seventh sister still met her demise at your hands!" His eyes filled with chilling killing intent. "The Lord of the Divine Realm Civilization is truly ruthless!" The other five Beidou Stars heard his words, knowing he was the sharpest among them. Combining his statement with their own deductions, they immediately understood, looking up at Shen Shuang, their eyes blazing with savage killing intent, almost spitting fire!

What a look of absolute rage! "Shen Shuang!!" The burly man clenched his staff, the bone structure creaking under the pressure. "Give my seventh sister back her life!" Shen Shuang's eyes turned cold.

"None of you lowlifes will leave here alive today!" With that, she raised her fair hand and brought it down lightly. A soft golden light shimmered in her palm, slowly condensing into a golden palm print that swept across the world's atmosphere, crashing down mightily. Everyone felt the light above their heads instantly dim and instinctively looked up, seeing the golden hand radiating immense radiance as it struck down.

The edges of the palm ripped through the void, tearing open streaks of black space that swallowed external energy and light. A wave of terror struck the onlookers; they never imagined that Shen Shuang's single palm strike could possess such vast power. The burly man’s eyes flushed red as he roared, plunging his hand into the void and drawing out a golden machine gun.

White, silver-like lines adorned the machine gun, elegant and beautiful, while its golden frame pulsed with explosive energy, resembling a furious golden lion—majestic and awe-inspiring. This machine gun was incredibly striking, with an exaggerated design, its multi-barrel rotating pipes looking darkly menacing, sending chills down one's scalp. "Die!!!" The burly man roared, pulling the trigger.

Pellets of compressed chaotic energy shot out wildly, slamming into the golden palm, erupting in a screen of light, yet failing to shake the downward trajectory of the golden palm. The others, realizing this was about to become a desperate battle of life and death, quickly unleashed their secret techniques, drawing out their weapons and charging toward the golden palm in defiance. Ye Chen pulled Bai Yijun's small hand, flashing backward thousands of feet, placing himself outside the fray, silently watching this earth-shattering war between Divine Emperors!

The six Beidou Stars crashed headlong into the golden palm. The unparalleled power unleashed by their respective weapons struck the surface of the golden print, only to be immediately repelled by the terrifying aura swirling around it. Their bodies convulsed, and they were sent flying back, spitting blood, their eyes filled with fierce unwillingness and viciousness.

Just as the golden palm print was about to crush them, a sudden whistling sound cut through the air, followed immediately by a streak of black light streaking from the distance. It slammed into the golden palm, piercing it through instantly, causing it to explode. A violent shockwave of energy swept outwards.

Even Ye Chen, far away, felt a heart-pounding surge of energy brush past him. He quickly retreated tens of kilometers, pulling the small hand of the beautiful figure beside him. Although he knew Bai Yijun's strength was sufficient to neutralize this energy wave, perhaps even defeat Shen Shuang, how could he allow his beloved to take such a risk?

Bai Yijun felt the large hand holding hers—a touch filled with reluctance to let go and deep care. Her heart warmed, and a soft smile touched the corners of her lips. She let him lead her, feeling that this world-shaking explosion before them was somehow so tranquil and beautiful, like brilliant fireworks, thinking only that wherever they went, it would be enough as long as he was holding her hand.

At this moment, the black light that shattered the golden palm dissipated, and a vast aura swept across the sky. From a patch of transparent space, a graceful figure clad in a black robe slowly emerged. She was a woman with skin whiter than snow, delicate as suet.

Her petite frame was enveloped in a voluminous black robe, the wide hood concealing most of her face, revealing only alabaster skin, lips as beautiful and red as a rose, and a few strands of dark hair clinging to her pale skin, emphasizing its pallor. "This, this..." The burly man's pupils contracted in shock as he stared at the suddenly appearing figure. "The second of the Nine Ancient Great Families, the Patriarch of the Dark Clan!" "It's Patriarch Heixue!" "Why would she save us?" The Beidou Six Stars were stunned.

With their vast experience, they instantly recognized the small woman before them as the terrifying figure renowned across the Ancient Continent, absolutely a prodigy reigning above the level of a Divine Emperor! Shen Shuang’s expression also changed, her eyes gleaming with dark light. "Patriarch Hei, what is the meaning of this?" The Patriarch Heixue slowly raised her head, revealing a pair of cold, pitch-black eyes beneath the black hood, devoid of any emotion.

She asked coldly, "Did you just say you are Tiandao's woman?" Shen Shuang stared intently at her, her tone arrogant. "Yes!" Slap! A bright red palm print, seemingly formed from the air itself, struck Shen Shuang’s fair cheek, leaving a delicate handprint.

Everyone present was dumbfounded. Who was Shen Shuang? The dignified Lord of the Divine Realm Civilization, slapped by someone?

What terrifying power was this! Given Shen Shuang's strength, she hadn't even reacted. If the attacker had wielded a blade, her entire head might have been gone in that instant!

While furious, Shen Shuang also felt a chill creep into her heart. She hadn't expected this woman, from whom no discernible energy signature emanated, to be so terrifying! "How dare you claim to be his woman!" The black-robed woman's voice was piercingly cold, like a mournful, chilling wind sweeping over the body, causing universal coldness and draining all vitality.

Shen Shuang gritted her silver teeth. This woman who ruled the entire Divine Realm Civilization suddenly felt an unwarranted sense of grievance, but her inherent pride made her refuse to back down. She stared defiantly at the black-robed woman and spat out, "Why shouldn't I?

What are you? If you dare touch me, the Temple of Light will not let you off!" Slap! Another crisp, loud slap landed on Shen Shuang's flawless, fair skin, leaving a bright red palm print.

With one on each side, this noble and elegant woman was instantly reduced to a pitiful state. "You!" Shen Shuang was nearly driven mad, completely disregarding her composure, and roared, "I will kill you!" She lashed out repeatedly with her palms, unleashing wave after wave of golden palm strikes that shook the very heavens and earth. Ye Chen watched the golden palms, sensing the terrifying power contained within each one, and couldn't help but muse that a woman enraged was truly formidable.

Bang! Bang! Bang!...

Before the golden palms could even approach the black-robed woman, they shattered and dissolved into mere energy shockwaves that dissipated into the air. The black-robed woman looked coldly at Shen Shuang and slowly raised her hand—a hand of flawless beauty, long and fair, its skin smooth and fine as suet. It emerged from the black robe and pointed from afar at Shen Shuang, her finger extending.

Everyone present suddenly felt a chill wash over their bodies, catching a whiff of death. Just then, the clouds in the sky churned, and a soft white light suddenly appeared, accompanied by the sound of countless ethereal melodies. This light illuminated the scene, separating Shen Shuang and the other woman, radiating an aura of peace, divinity, and serenity.

From this white light, a figure slowly materialized. It was a man whose handsomeness could intoxicate even other men: golden, sea-wave-like curly hair, a high and powerful nose bridge, gentle lips, and eyes filled with profound depth and the weathering of time, shining with wisdom. Every inch of his facial contours seemed carved by a master artisan, handsome enough to charm all living beings!

Ye Chen swore he had never seen a more perfect-looking man! Seeing this man, Shen Shuang's eyes lit up with a hint of surprise. "Vice Temple Master!" Ye Chen squinted slightly, meticulously examining the man from head to toe, noticing that his gaze seemed to flick toward their location inadvertently.

"Is this the Vice Temple Master of the Temple of Light? Since the Divine Realm Civilization is a faction under the Temple of Light, it seems this black-robed woman is about to suffer a loss." He pondered this internally, unaware that beside him, a pair of bright, clear eyes were gazing at him with boundless tenderness... At that moment, the Vice Temple Master of the Temple of Light turned his head toward the black-robed woman, offering an elegant, faint smile.

His voice, imbued with a magnetic charm unique to men, was gentle and low. "Patriarch Heixue, it has been a long time. I didn't expect you to still be as overbearing as you were back then!" Heixue remained motionless, the breeze stirring her robes, as her detached yet pleasant voice drifted out.

"You too. Still such a blunderer of a man." The Vice Temple Master’s expression hardened, his eyes turning cold and laced with killing intent. "You still don't know how to be a woman, always comparing me to Tiandao.

You have no idea what a man truly needs. A woman who constantly belittles those who admire her will never find true love!" "I am who I am. Someone as incompetent as you is not worthy of my attention!" the black-robed woman's voice was ruthless, laced with disdain.

"Hmph!" The Vice Temple Master's eyes were filled with hatred as he sneered, "Arrogance, conceit—these are flaws you’ll never shed. No wonder Tiandao left you after playing with you! A woman like you doesn't deserve love; always comparing others, one day you'll be utterly useless!" "You're just angry because you lack the ability to win me over, aren't you?" the black-robed woman replied with composed indifference.

"What about your gentlemanly demeanor? Your refinement? Hmph!

You hypocritical man!" She turned her head to look at Ye Chen, her voice cold. "Come with me. I will ensure your safety."