Mei Xueyan felt a chill at the image conjured in her mind; the crucial point was how dangerously sharp the Blood of Yan Huang was—perhaps nothing in this world could truly match its edge head-on!

"I wasn't clear just now; it should be you stepping on me, and I carry you flying," the Blood of Yan Huang carried a strong desire to show off. "Let's fly over that mountain for a stroll. We might even slaughter a few Alien Race Saint Venerables or Holy Monarchs for sustenance. That's killing two birds with one stone—care to join? Satisfied? Happy? Overjoyed?" "What?! Absolutely not!" Mei Xueyan exclaimed, thoroughly startled.

Truly, what kind of master yields what kind of sword, what kind of person keeps what kind of bird—this saying is indeed profound wisdom, absolutely without flaw.

This Blood of Yan Huang is as boundless in its arrogance as Jun Mo Xie—no, even Young Master Jun isn't this arrogant! To casually speak of slaughtering a few Saint Venerables or Holy Monarchs just for 'sustenance'?

What is this, and what connects to what? It doesn't seem like a proper way to gain nourishment. Moreover, heading to their side of the mountain is entering enemy territory; the only result of rashly crossing over would be us becoming sustenance for them, wouldn't it?

"Don't worry, don't worry, nothing will happen. I am here for everything! I handle everything! I guarantee you'll return refreshed and valiant, triumphant and magnificent," the Blood of Yan Huang exhausted every eloquent word, wildly encouraging her.

This fellow was usually kept too tightly leashed by Jun Mo Xie. Now that it finally had a chance to be out on its own and Jun Mo Xie wasn't around—how could it miss such an opportunity?

"No, this matter is non-negotiable." Mei Xueyan refused without a second thought. "No more discussion."

She then swiftly grabbed the sword hilt, lifted it in her hand, and turned back toward the main army.

"Hey, hey, beautiful elder sister, let's discuss it a little more! I am incredibly formidable, you have no idea! Which figure in this world can withstand a single strike from me..." The Blood of Yan Huang incessantly babbled and agitated, but Mei Xueyan walked away, paying it no mind, letting the ceaseless barrage blast through her consciousness.

Even if it spun tales as beautiful as the blooming heavens, she would not agree!

"He Chongxiao," Mei Xueyan commanded without stopping, immediately issuing arrangements. "Dispatch the Crane Clan warriors immediately. Form observation posts, with ten men per squad, stationed every thousand li. Maintain close watch over every move of the Alien Race within the entire scope of Tianzhu Mountain. If you detect any change, immediately notify us with a long, soaring cry."

"Yes!" The Crane King stood up to accept the order, then strode out.

"Wait a moment. Select one swift-flying Xuan Crane to return the way we came, urge Lion King and the others to quicken their pace! They must rendezvous as soon as possible!" "Yes!"

"Dispatch another Xuan Crane to rush back to the mainland's interior. Contact the Dongfang Family, Sikong Family, Duanmu Family, and Fengxue Silver City. Instruct them to immediately relay the news of the Alien Race's imminent invasion of Xuanxuan, and the dire situation of the Battle for Heaven Seizing, throughout the entire continent! Immediately summon all martial artists above the Tianxuan level across the Xuanxuan Continent to come assist in the battle!"

"Also, command all Profound Beasts of Ninth Level within the Heavenly Punishment Forest to also come immediately! All of them must arrive!" As she spoke, Mei Xueyan suddenly raised her voice toward the Three Great Sacred Lands. "Mo Wu Dao! Send a few people out to return with my brothers and notify the subsidiary families belonging to the Three Great Sacred Lands—every expert above Tianxuan must come and join the fight!"

"I will arrange it immediately!" Regarding this matter, Mo Wu Dao dared not delay, nor did he hesitate, immediately dispatching capable personnel toward the Heavenly Punishment area.

"Bear King, Tiger King, immediately rally all your forces; be prepared for battle at any moment! Regardless of any movement, you two must lead your clans to engage them at the very first notice!" "Yes, Big Sister!" The two Kings’ eyes flashed with fierce light as they roared their assent.

"Ying Bokong, Feng Yun, I need you to lead the armies of the Evil Monarch's Mansion to fully cooperate with the Tiger King and Bear King!" "Yes!" The two replied seriously and hurriedly agreed.

"Baili Luoyun, Leng Ao, I will not assign you any specific direction or scope of action—you two lead your subordinates and, starting from this moment, act freely! Everything must have the primary objective of annihilating the Alien Race!" As the order was given, the flock of Xuan Cranes soared into the sky, their great wings billowing as they vanished into the distant clouds.

"I hope... it's not too late!" Mei Xueyan watched the shadow of the Xuan Cranes gradually disappear in the sky, her face filled with worry, murmuring to herself.

Following Mei Xueyan's string of commands, the atmosphere here became heavy once more, escalating rapidly.

In the dense, misty territory of the Alien Race across the way, what wicked schemes were those detestable, twin-headed, conjoined freaks hatching?

One thing was certain: those damned creatures were surely mobilizing their clan's fighting strength right now, too! They were deploying forces! Only when the time was ripe would they launch their furious assault!

When that happened, their organized and disciplined collective movements would no longer resemble the scattered rush they exhibited before.

At that time, an earth-shattering war would inevitably ensue!

Mei Xueyan gazed affectionately at the brothers before her, and at the countless Heavenly Punishment warriors bustling about. When the time came, how many brothers would be laid to rest forever on this very ground?

Thinking of this, Mei Xueyan felt spasms of sharp pain in her heart.

If only the Alien Race did not exist in this world at all—how wonderful that would be?!

In another realm, Jun Mo Xie sat cross-legged inside the Hongjun Pagoda. Countless streams of Primordial Violet Qi poured into his body like a raging tide, washing over his physique, scouring his meridians, and healing his injuries...

As soon as he entered, Jun Mo Xie, without a word, consumed a set of Seven-Colored Sacred Fruits and gnawed on a piece of Exquisite Lotus Root. Then, once his injuries had stabilized slightly, he hardened his heart and swallowed a drop of Golden Elixir Fluid.

With battle imminent, his current strength still had deficiencies; he absolutely had to advance further!

Otherwise, this battle would still be fraught with extreme danger!

Jun Mo Xie decided that when he emerged, he would use the spirit vein fragments to elevate the Heavenly Punishment warriors collectively once more! Even if he died under the Heavenly Tribulation later, it would still be better than dying here now! Everything must serve the purpose of dealing with the present great battle!

Three days flew by, yet the Alien Race side remained completely silent!

This unexpected quietude made even those from the Three Great Sacred Lands feel it was abnormal! How could these fellows remain so composed this time?

The Xuan Crane Clan, responsible for reconnaissance along the route, had sent no warning signals either.

After three days of violent eruption, the volcano had finally extinguished itself entirely, and the temperature was naturally dropping rapidly. While the heat was still unbearably oppressive, it was significantly better than the previous few days.

And Young Master Jun had emerged from seclusion just last night, at the hour of Zi.

During these past few days, everyone from the Three Great Sacred Lands had been recuperating and had not come to disturb him. Both sides held their ground, keeping to themselves, like well water not interfering with river water.

Everyone seemed to have turned mute during these days. Even when they had to speak due to necessity, they adopted the method of using telepathic transmission rather than meeting face-to-face. Since meeting was awkward, they simply avoided it, hoping to save much unnecessary trouble this way.

Only silence remained. Both sides seemed to be waiting for the moment of glorious eruption.

In fact, this state of silence had not improved at all even when Jun Mo Xie reappeared.

But as soon as Young Master Jun emerged, countless rumbles of thunder and flashes of lightning instantly followed.

The answer was obvious: the Thunder Tribulation had returned!

Thanks to the potent effects of the Seven-Colored Sacred Fruits, the Exquisite Jade Lotus, and the Golden Elixir Fluid, Young Master Jun’s cultivation had advanced again, rising directly to the peak level of the Fourth Stage of the Holy Monarch realm!

It wasn't that Jun Mo Xie himself was so extraordinary; it was that his spending was too extravagant. The amount of Golden Elixir Fluid consumed by Young Master Jun this time, if used for alchemy, could at least elevate an entire Tianxuan army of a thousand men to the Divine Profound level!

Increased strength meant the Thunder Tribulation followed. Jun Mo Xie’s tribulation became a spectacle, attracting even Gu Han, who had been sitting motionless for days, to come and watch.

This was too outrageous! Truly too outrageous!

As Jun Mo Xie underwent the tribulation, countless spectators felt an urge to die! Was there anyone in the world who could undergo tribulation in a state of deep slumber?

Amidst lightning and thunder, Jun Mo Xie lay on a reclining chair he had procured from somewhere, fast asleep. The endless bolts of lightning struck precisely on his head and body—the Tribulation was extremely accurate, not wasting a single strike, hitting him completely.

Yet, upon impact, they mysteriously vanished.

Until the tribulation concluded, the bamboo reclining chair beneath Jun Mo Xie’s rear remained as verdant and dewy as when it first appeared, showing no sign of even turning black. What did this prove? It proved that none of the tribulation energy had leaked onto the chair; all of it had been effortlessly neutralized by Young Master Jun, not a trace remaining.

Was this even possible? Since antiquity, such a thing had never occurred!

But this impossible event materialized right before everyone’s eyes!

Under the ghastly gazes of the onlookers, Jun Mo Xie’s deep slumber finally ceased slowly. He stretched, sat up from the chair, appearing somewhat dazed and not fully awake, yawned, and rubbed his eyes. "A good sleep. Truly comfortable."

Only then did he suddenly raise his head to look at the clear sky, smacking his lips with a look of mild dissatisfaction. "Hmm, the Thunder Tribulation is over? It ended just like that?"

Just like that?

This phrase gave everyone who had ever passed a tribulation an overwhelming urge to faint! They almost wanted to bang their heads against the wall!

This is too monstrous, isn't it?! What kind of statement is that? To pass the tribulation in such a bizarre manner and actually succeed?!

Recalling the near-death terror of their own tribulations, the agonizing pain of having several layers of skin flayed off their bodies, and then looking at this man who woke up with only slightly rumpled clothes, looking radiant and full of vigor...

The gap between people... was simply too vast! They truly felt they had no face left to live. People said the Alien Race were monsters, but the biggest monster was clearly this Jun Mo Xie—too monstrous, too... words failed them, leaving them utterly speechless!

When the crowd posed this question, Jun Mo Xie replied in an extremely irritating manner: "What’s so confusing about that? It’s just a matter of character! My character has always been excellent, so Heaven naturally favors me a bit more! This is a matter of character; envy won't get you anywhere!"