The Blood of Yanhuang, while astonishing in its power, held an indescribable dependency on Young Master Jun, much like a child newly gifted with immense ability showing off to a close relative. Whenever Young Master Jun was idle, it would often fly out on its own and circle him twice.

And as it circled, it insisted on passing through Young Master Jun’s most treasured area… passing right through… It was clearly having the time of its life. The Blood of Yanhuang was thoroughly entertained, satisfied, and happy! But a certain someone was even more depressed, even terrified…

After all, was that place somewhere a divine weapon should be allowed to roam freely? He couldn't even tolerate a scratch there.

Every single time, Young Master Jun had to forcibly use a sword incantation to drive the thing back inside.

Yes, this sword incantation was much like the Tightening-Fillet spell on the Monkey King’s head. Without this thing, Young Master Jun truly feared the sword might scare him into impotence...

A sudden, chilling sensation now and then. How could his heart not feel cold, not harbor lingering fear… As a man, who could endure that feeling? Surely, no one could be an exception!

Therefore, this time, after launching his long sword, Jun Moxie completely let go. He merely channeled a thread of divine sense into it: The guy opposite is a super villain! "Sword" him well, take care of him, and there will be a grand reward!

"Grand reward"… These four words were an enormous lure to the Blood of Yanhuang’s desire.

Furthermore, the man opposite looked incredibly formidable. If it could devour all of this person's cultivation… how much would this sword advance?

So, the sword eagerly rushed forward, circling Zhan Lunhui, chopping, slicing, stabbing, and thrusting alternately.

This man had sword moves; however exquisite, they still possessed a traceable pattern that could be discerned." But this sword's path…

Whether this sword left any traceable marks, no one knew, but judging by Zhan Lunhui’s current state, even this super expert with perhaps eighty thousand years of experience seemed unable to find anything…

Zhan Lunhui frantically kept an eye on the person wielding the sword behind him; all his concentration was entirely focused on that powerful "enemy," never once suspecting… that all these attacks were being executed autonomously by the sword itself…

He kept wondering: How did the Fourteenth Young Master of Jiuyou suddenly become this formidable? The assaults from the Jiuyou Cold Blade were one thing, but the piercing sharpness, divine subtlety, and demonic nature of the previous attack from the Imperial Void Divine Edge were too much…

Zhan Lunhui’s long sword danced, the sounds of clanging merging into a continuous symphony. The more they fought, the more he felt how rapidly the world was changing…

Someone could actually control two swords simultaneously, employing completely different techniques with each. Moreover, every single one of those techniques was incredibly complex, and none were anything he had ever seen before.

If this person were not battling him, and if he himself were not in such a sorry state, Zhan Lunhui would almost have the urge to shout an ovation! Such swordsmanship was truly the pinnacle of attainment, refined to perfection, entering the realm of the supernatural!

While the execution method of the Jiuyou Cold Blade was certainly exquisite, it still offered subtle traces that could be captured. But the sharp maneuvers from that Imperial Void Divine Edge previously had utterly dazzled and enchanted Zhan Lunhui!

How could someone manage to stab a thousand or eight hundred times in the span of a single finger snap, all while the sword body remained perfectly still! And every single thrust was swift and fierce, accurate and rapid! Moreover, they were absolutely aimed at different points!

One thrust aimed at the crown of the head, the next could strike the Yongquan acupoint! One attacked the sternum, the next violently hacked at the back! One strike exploded like thunder, reaching the utmost hardness, while the next was as gentle as a willow swayed by a spring breeze, soft to the finest degree…

If that were all, it would be tolerable. But the most terrifying part was that the attacks were incredibly balanced—almost perfectly identical. No, the word "almost" should be removed; they were completely identical. What level of precise control did this require?

What kind of monster was wielding this sword?

Zhan Lunhui was almost spitting curses! This method of attack, this level of control, was too bizarre! It defied all common sense!

Putting himself in the attacker's shoes, even for a supreme master like Zhan Lunhui himself, never mind the immense arm strength, wrist power, and profound energy required to deliver a thousand strikes instantly with identical force and formidable might, just the constant shifting of direction while attacking—and doing so while channeling entirely different levels of power—was enough to make a master like Zhan Lunhui suffer several episodes of qi deviation in an instant!

Yet, the attack before him maintained a continuous, tide-like assault, relentless and unbroken! It seemed the sword wielder was utterly unfamiliar with fatigue, had no expenditure, or was… perhaps directly playing a joke with his own body…

Could the divine arts of the Fourteenth Young Master of Jiuyou have truly reached a level that shocks heaven and terrifies ghosts?

In such a short time, Zhan Lunhui's body had been pierced at least several hundred times! If his physical body hadn't already reached a state where even the Seventh Tribulation of Heaven’s Scourge could not inflict damage—a density surpassing steel by thousands of times—even the sharpness of the Blood of Yanhuang, while Zhan Lunhui exerted his full power and defended with all his might, could not penetrate! In fact, if it weren't for that, Zhan Lunhui’s physical form *would have already been reduced to a shower of scattered flesh! But this expenditure was still massive!

Zhan Lunhui had participated in tens of thousands of great battles throughout his countless cycles of reincarnation, but never once had he been reduced to such a state of distress! Yet now, he couldn't vent his fury because he had absolutely no target on which to unleash his rage; he didn't even know where the enemy was!

Several times, he was one hundred percent certain the enemy was behind that long sword, but when he struck with all his might, he struck nothing but air!

And once profound energy was used for defense, it could not simultaneously accelerate his movements! In the end, he was completely trapped!

Not only could he not advance an inch, but he was steadily being pushed back by the opponent’s attacks!

Zhan Lunhui’s clothes were already tattered and falling off, exposing much of him! What should be covered and what shouldn't were pretty much all revealed! This was understandable, given the Blood of Yanhuang’s penchant for lingering in that particular location, which was also a vital weak point of the human body—extra attention there was warranted. It must be admitted, the old monster Zhan Lunhui was truly formidable; that area, notoriously difficult to train with profound arts, was defended by the old fellow with exceptional solidity, preventing even the Blood of Yanhuang from causing harm!

"Fourteenth Young Master of Jiuyou! You claim to be the greatest master under heaven! If you have any guts, show yourself and fight me honorably! Hiding your head and tail, using such dishonorable tactics—what kind of hero are you! Does your Jiuyou lineage only know these shameful methods? Aren’t you afraid of disgracing the prestige of the First Young Ancestor!" Zhan Lunhui shouted, his long hair flying loose.

Normally, Zhan Lunhui wouldn't fear a prolonged engagement; the expenditure was mutual. While his full defense required enormous profound energy, the opponent's high-frequency attack method might not be any less draining, and executing such bizarre offensive routes would further consume stamina and mental focus.

Zhan Lunhui was confident that no one in heaven, earth, or the human realm could outlast him. But in this current battle, while he himself didn't fear attrition, a large contingent of peerless masters was following close behind, all determined to fight him to the death. If he couldn't resolve this predicament quickly before they arrived, escaping would become truly difficult!

Jun Moxie, suspended in the void, felt an overwhelming sense of exhilaration, on the verge of crying out with enjoyment. Yet, he deliberately imitated the voice of the Fourteenth Young Master of Jiuyou, issuing a sinister, ethereal hum. It sounded incredibly authentic! Like a cold wind suddenly blowing out of the Nine Hells, or the faint sigh of a lonely spirit.

Then, Jun Moxie sneered sinisterly, "You think you’re worthy? You can't even find my true form, and you dare demand a direct confrontation with me!"

If he hadn't made a sound, Zhan Lunhui wouldn't have been so infuriated. But the Elder Master Jun couldn't resist humming!

This hum solidified Zhan Lunhui’s "certainty" about his identity!

Thus, Zhan Lunhui's anger surged even higher, truly reaching three thousand zhang of rage, which could no longer be contained. If he had merely hummed, it might have been forgivable. But after humming, he followed up with a masterly flourish: "You think you’re worthy?"

This single sentence drove Zhan Lunhui into a genuine frenzy!

What was Zhan Lunhui's standing?

Looking across the entire Xuanxuan Continent, apart from Miao Qingcheng deep underground, there was truly no second person whose seniority and status were higher than his!

Excluding Miao Qingcheng, in terms of sheer depth of profound skill, Zhan Lunhui was unequivocally the foremost existence on the entire continent!

And since Miao Qingcheng was currently unable to appear in the mortal world, Zhan Lunhui was, in the truest sense, the pinnacle existence standing beneath the heavens and earth!

Although the Fourteenth Young Master of Jiuyou was called the number one master under heaven, he did not yet register in Zhan Lunhui’s eyes!

Such status, such power, yet to be dismissed with the ultimate contempt in the sentence: "You think you’re worthy?"

Zhan Lunhui roared, nearly spitting blood from sheer fury!

With a mighty yell, the long sword in his hand suddenly materialized into ten thousand rays of cold light, counterattacking with full force!

The battle between the two escalated fiercely. However, the entire engagement did not last long, as their speeds had already reached a level unattainable by ordinary people! But in this brief delay, the situation was tipping increasingly against Zhan Lunhui. The reason was simple: the experts from the Heavenly Sacred Palace had caught up!

Gu Han and the others, filled with righteous indignation, chased after him, only to discover that someone was single-handedly engaging and forcefully holding Zhan Lunhui in place! They were momentarily stunned, followed by disbelief!

How senior was Zhan Lunhui?

Everyone present who had just exchanged blows with him was perfectly aware of this. Although they despised Zhan Lunhui's character to the extreme, none could deny their admiration for his cultivation!

Previously, even powerful figures like Gu Han and the others, joining forces—more than thirty Fourth Level Saint Emperors, over a dozen Saint Venerables, plus three or four formidable existences above the Saint Venerable level—could only manage to defeat him when attacking together, but could not kill him, nor could they keep him there, nor even inflict serious injury. But now, right before their eyes, another person was managing to intercept Zhan Lunhui using only his own power!