Chapter 90: The Flower of Rings

A strike failed to hit Gongzu Xingyong, but Donggong Qianxue’s assault did not pause for a moment. Her blazing wings swept fiercely, surging toward Gongzu Xingyong in a deadly attack. Clearly, her strategy was to defeat them one by one. The princes of the Four Great Sacred Nations had joined forces against her; attacking them individually was the best tactic, ensuring her efforts would not be wasted.

Mo Shui, prince of the Yulan Sacred Nation, had set eight golden banners, sealing the eight directions firmly. Due to the altered flow of time, Donggong Qianxue and Gongzu Xingyong’s movements were extremely slow, as if captured in slow motion, giving the scene an eerie quality.

"Shi Gao, what are you doing? Suppress her quickly!" Gongzu Xingyong, having already experienced Donggong Qianxue’s terrifying power, saw her charging at him with full force, his eyes widened with panic, and he shouted desperately.

"Damn it, Princess of the Spring and Autumn Sacred Nation, perish!" Shi Gao roared furiously, controlling the massive stone tower and slamming it down once more towards Donggong Qianxue.

Without even looking up, Donggong Qianxue sensed the overwhelming pressure descending from above and quickly darted aside, evading the colossal stone tower.

Boom!

The stone tower once again struck only empty space, smashing onto the Frost Battle Platform.

Ignoring the other three princes for the moment, Donggong Qianxue unleashed a torrent of flames from her phoenix body, surging towards Gongzu Xingyong. The slow flow of time allowed everyone to clearly see the overwhelming flames inching toward Gongzu Xingyong, creating a visual impact that was utterly breathtaking.

"Ah, damn it!" Gongzu Xingyong’s eyes widened wider than a bull’s, watching the relentless flames approach, terror gripping his heart. He tried his utmost to dodge, but his speed was no match for the flames, which soon filled his vision completely.

"Ah, ah, ah!" Gongzu Xingyong was utterly engulfed by the flames, shrieking in agony.

Donggong Qianxue’s killing intent was at its peak; she let out a clear cry and plunged into the flames, extending her enormous claws and seizing Gongzu Xingyong in a fierce grip.

"Stop!" A thunderous shout came from the direction of the Cangyue Sacred Nation.

The next moment, a figure sped from the Frost Steps, shooting toward the center of the Frost Battle Platform. It was a middle-aged man—the Sacred Emperor of the Cangyue Sacred Nation, named Gongzu Changhe.

But—

"How dare you disrupt the Splendor Banquet!" In the air, Dantai Wushuang, seated atop her pale beast, raised her jade hand. In an instant, a crystalline palm condensed, appearing suddenly in the sky.

Whoosh—

The jade palm slammed down at lightning speed.

Bang!

The crystalline palm, carrying overwhelming force, struck Gongzu Changhe squarely.

One blow, and he was smashed onto the Frost Battle Platform.

Gush—

Gongzu Changhe’s body cracked like a spiderweb upon impact, and a mouthful of thick blood sprayed from his lips.

Hiss—

All around the Frost Battle Platform, the spectators gasped sharply.

Gongzu Changhe, Sacred Emperor of the Cangyue Nation, was grievously wounded by a casual blow from Dantai Wushuang. Just how terrifying was her strength?

Truly worthy of being from the Holy Domain!

She appeared delicate, no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, but her actions were crisp and decisive, without a shred of hesitation.

Gongzu Changhe, alarmed, scrambled to his feet, ignoring the blood at his mouth, and respectfully addressed Dantai Wushuang: "Immortal Dantai, you misunderstand. I only meant to have my son admit defeat. My anxiety led me to act improperly; I had no intention of disrupting the Splendor Banquet!"

"Oh." Dantai Wushuang replied indifferently, her tone cold: "Any who disrupt the Splendor Banquet shall be slain without mercy!"

Her words fell like a divine decree, and every soul on the stage trembled violently.

"Never, never!" Gongzu Changhe broke out in cold sweat, hastily declaring, "My son admits defeat! He admits defeat!"

Though he was the Sacred Emperor of the Yulan Nation, he now appeared utterly humble.

Dantai Wushuang, the mighty figure from the Holy Domain, was simply too frightening.

At this moment, Donggong Qianxue had already captured Gongzu Xingyong; her giant claws, sharp as swords, pierced several holes into his body.

"I admit defeat! I admit defeat!" Gongzu Xingyong, battered and terrified, cried out desperately.

"Hmph! Get out of my sight!" Donggong Qianxue hurled Gongzu Xingyong with all her strength, sending him flying hundreds of meters away.

Gongzu Xingyong screamed as he crashed onto the Frost Battle Platform.

"Yong'er!" Gongzu Changhe cried out, rushing over to scoop him up and darting toward the Cangyue Nation’s area.

Gongzu Xingyong was eliminated!

The prince of the Cangyue Sacred Nation had barely made an impact before Donggong Qianxue.

In the blink of an eye, only Hua Wuhen, Shi Gao, and Mo Shui remained.

"Donggong Qianxue, that wretch, is truly terrifying!" Hua Wuhen held his peach tree in hand, sighing softly. At his feet, more than ten peach blossoms had already wilted.

Yet no one knew the true destructive power of his peach blossom tree.

Hua Wuhen then smiled lightly, his demeanor cheerful: "Gongzu Xingyong’s idiotic elimination was well deserved. Hopefully Shi Gao and Mo Shui, those two fools, will be eliminated in turn."

He was confident that by the time Donggong Qianxue eliminated Shi Gao and Mo Shui, she herself would be near exhaustion.

Then, he could easily eliminate Donggong Qianxue.

Perfect!

If, when Donggong Qianxue was eliminated, Gongzu Xingyong, Shi Gao, and Mo Shui hadn’t been removed, he would have to face their combined assault, which would be troublesome indeed.

"Donggong Qianxue, you may seem strong now, but in the end, you’re only paving the way for my victory." Hua Wuhen’s smile deepened.

Another peach blossom fell silently from the tree, landing at his feet.

"Young Master Chen, this demon finally knows the power of the peach blossom tree." At that moment, as he sat on the Frost Steps, Chen Changsheng heard the Blood Demon Ancestor’s voice transmitted to his ear.

"Old Demon, what is it?" Chen Changsheng frowned in confusion.

The Blood Demon Ancestor was a relic from the Realm of the Gods, wise and experienced.

"Young Master Chen, that is the Flower of Annual Rings," replied the Blood Demon Ancestor.

"The Flower of Annual Rings?" Chen Changsheng was even more puzzled. "Do annual rings possess destructive power?"

"Of course. Not only do annual rings have killing power, but their effect is irreversible by anyone," said the Blood Demon Ancestor. "Young Master Chen, the tree of annual rings in Hua Wuhen’s hand actually holds Donggong Qianxue’s lifespan. In other words, all her years have now been concentrated onto that tree of annual rings."