Chapter 872
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**Figures were blasted dozens of miles away.**
The terrifying force erupted so swiftly that no one had time to react. Even some of the nearby Heavenly Gang and Yuanfu realm martial artists, who were closer to the epicenter, were directly affected by the power and were vaporized into dust.
“**Master!**”
“**Ye Wushuang!**”
“**My son!**”
Hysterical cries echoed through the air. Panic spread among everyone present. Liu Chuantian was dead. The turmoil in the capital should have ended. But now… a new crisis had arrived in the blink of an eye. No one could believe it.
And at that moment, above the dark clouds, a large expanse of dense clouds was torn apart. There, a colossal spiritual beast with wings spanning a hundred feet descended. “A **top-tier fourth-stage spiritual beast—Golden-eyed Jade Eagle**!” someone who saw the massive creature stammered. A top-tier fourth-stage spiritual beast was equivalent to the strength of a peak Myriad Methods realm cultivator. If such a beast were to rampage through the capital, it would be a disaster, let alone trying to subdue it.
But at that moment, figures stood atop the Golden-eyed Jade Eagle. Soon after, more dense clouds were torn apart, and more Golden-eyed Jade Eagles emerged—one, two, three… a total of nine! Each with wings spanning a hundred feet, their bodies radiated a faint golden glow, exuding a sharp and terrifying aura of pressure. On the central Golden-eyed Jade Eagle, a figure stood on the beast’s head, coldly looking down at the land below.
“**Sheng Dan Sect, Sheng Xuan!**” Yun Xingjian’s face trembled at the sight. A true Guanyuan realm giant had arrived! But before everyone could digest the shock and fear in their hearts, from another direction, the dark clouds were torn apart once more. A flying warship pierced through the clouds, its surface gleaming with a fierce light. The ship was three hundred feet long and as tall as a nine-story building. At the top of the flagpole in the center of the ship, a banner stood tall. “**Tianji Mansion!**” Someone’s face turned pale as they fell to the ground. Yun Xingjian’s gaze fell upon it again, his face ashen. “**Tianji Mansion, Ling Han.**” Another true Guanyuan realm invincible character had arrived. Just as Liu Chuantian had said, the ultimate powers of Tianji Mansion and Sheng Dan Sect had come. But no one had expected them to arrive so quickly!
**Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…**
In that moment, martial artists dressed in the robes of Tianji Mansion and Sheng Dan Sect descended from the flying warship and the backs of the Golden-eyed Jade Eagles, standing ten feet above the ground, glaring fiercely at everyone present. It seemed that any sign of misconduct would be met with immediate execution. No one doubted that these people could slaughter them all! After all, these Tianji Mansion and Sheng Dan Sect strongmen were all at the Myriad Methods and Heavenly Gang realms. Even a few figures exuded an aura stronger than Liu Chuantian’s. More than one Guanyuan realm cultivator had arrived from the two major powers of Qingzhou—**all to kill Ye Wushuang**!
“**Is Liu Chuantian dead?**” Sheng Xuan, dressed in a pure white Dan robe, stood on the head of the Golden-eyed Jade Eagle, raindrops unable to touch him, his hands behind his back, exuding an air of supreme authority.
“**Dead is dead…**” Ling Han, the head of Ling Han Mansion, said indifferently, “He was just a self-important fellow!”
“**Back then, when Liu Chuantian approached us for cooperation, I already thought that this man, with his deep scheming and propensity for betrayal, could never be a good person!**”
Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned. It turned out that it was Liu Chuantian who had sought cooperation with Tianji Mansion and Sheng Dan Sect back then!
In the ruins, Yun Xingjian, Qing Tianwen, Ye Yunzhe, and others, who had been affected by the earlier attack’s shockwave, now had very pale faces. After a hard-fought battle, they had thought it was over. Who would have thought that this… was probably just the beginning?
“**Ye Wushuang!**”
At that moment, amidst the pockmarked ruins, with raindrops splashing on the muddy ground, a shout suddenly rang out. Qing Shiyu, holding the Nine Palaces Spiritual Sword, stood in the ruins, crying out hoarsely. But there was no response. No one could sense Ye Wushuang’s presence, and even if he were dead, his body… was nowhere to be found.
Elder Sheng Xuan said indifferently, “After taking my attack, he couldn’t have survived.”
His gaze flickered, fixed on Qing Shiyu.
“**Hm?**”
The next moment, Elder Sheng Xuan’s expression froze.
