Tiandang Mountain, Star Plucking Peak.

  Dao Pavilion disciples felt hearts gripped.

  Terrifying aura!

  Li Sansui burst from room at eruption—meant Li Sansi saved!

  Demon exited body!

  Joy turned horror seeing plaza.

  Demon bloomed like flower—countless vines targeting brows.

  Fall: corpses everywhere.

  Suddenly—heart jolt, skyward.

  Clouds giant palm—descending.

  Woman horrified—vines shield overhead.

  Block heavenly palm.

  Pressure immense.

  Great terror watched—acted?!

  Unwilling.

  Shrieked.

  Lu's palm fell with wail.

  Boom!

  Clouds exploded.

  Sky: Cloud Dragon danced, roared—clouds boiled, piled peak—spectacular.

  Below: blast.

  Woman's soul shot substantial, smashed plaza.

  Cracked spiderweb layers.

  Disciples retreated.

  Xie directed.

  Air: cloud hand struck again.

  Plaza: soul emerged, sky-shaking roar.

  "You..."

  "Bully too far!"

  Vines erupted—plaza vine ocean, stacked vine hand.

  Boom!

  Cloud palm vs. vine hand.

  Vines shattered, littered.

  Woman rose vine-stacked—not helpless!

  Roared sky, vines uprooted—charged palm.

  Palm fell relentlessly.

  Vines impacted futile—cloud yet steel-forged.

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  Finally.

  Palm hit peak.

  Wail vanished...

  Plaza erased—ruined soil.

  Palm dispersed—red bead.

  Inside: silent roar.

  Battle fast.

  Disciples stunned.

  Even Xie fearful.

  Woman beyond Body Storage—massacre: pavilion graveyard.

  Fortunately...

  Xie cupped fists to fading bead-palm.

  "Thanks, Young Master."

  "No matter."

  Faint from gate.

  Young Lord Lu!

  Disciples thrilled—some knelt.

  Li Sansui stared calm sky—exhaled. So strong...

  Despairing.

  Remembered Li Sansi—rushed, comatose again.

  But better.

  Ruthlessness won body.

  Disciples complex—excited, helpless.

  Alive, changed—less dashing, inhuman.

  Face intact, body vine-haired from pores—eerie.

  Breath stable.

  Future unknown.

  Xie sighed.

  Death's edge—now monstrous.

  ...

  Beiluo, Lake Heart Island.

  Lu energy converged, leaned Thousand Blades.

  Bead streaked from gate, hovered.

  Inside: struggling soul.

  Lu pinched, gazed.

  Surprised—palm should've killed...

  Soul weaker than strong Golden Cores.

  Yet bead.

  "What bead?"

  Frowned.

  Isolated—no talk.

  Fingers pressure—fragile, crushable.

  Released.

  Tossed to lake.

  Done—mind to Tianyuan mini-Lu.

  ...

  Demon Domain.

  Tianyuan forbidden.

  Orthodox: city, Great Qian, temple; unorthodox: Tianxu, Absolute Blade—all wary.

  Edges: faction experts.

  Heavenly Demon Tower central—seals horrors.

  Great Qian road.

  Mini-Lu lounged ancient tree, legs dangling—content.

  Lu will surged—sat straight, nodded orders.

  Later.

  Spirit grasped—round hat; floated to domain.

  Over mountain, roaring river—excited.

  Leapt—liquid, flowed.

  Water speed multiplied.

  Light in current.

  ...

  Martial Emperor City.

  Mo Tianyu conical hat veiled.

  But eyes clear.

  Gate: Nie Changqing entered knife-slung, unheeding.

  Mo sighed.

  Good intent—rare advice.

  Why ignore?

  Helpless—Nie fate.

  Entry noted.

  Guards opened—no block.

  Street empty.

  Nie knife, lips curved.

  Snow fell cold.

  Rubbed Dragon Slayer, stepped snow deeper.

  Message spread.

  Steps halted.

  Ground quaked.

  Squinted.

  Street end: snow traces, killing intent.

  Dense inner disciples queued.

  Heavy steps shook.

  Black mass—like gang war.

  Pressure—gripped knife, feared rush.

  Wings useless.

  Leader unknown.

  Guessed: challenge letter, rank 15.

  Oppression.

  "You inner 15?"

  Nie calm.

  "Yes, Yang Kun."

  Cupped fists: "Teach."

  But crowd:

  "War at will?"

  "Killed inners—life-death arena!"

  "No spar—stay, arena."

  Voices.

  Yang arms folded, cold.

  "Killers killed. They fail—dead no blame. Brothers—vengeance ours..."

  "Future: life-death only."

  "Lord bans kill—but arena death, no word."

  Neck crack, stared.

  "Dare—arena!"

  "No coward!"

  "Sharpen on us—no retreat! Fight!"

  Step per word—momentum, spit near face.

  Wind pinned robes.

  Inners sneered.

  "Life-death?"

  Nie neutral.

  Beard curved.

  "Good."

  "Life-death."

  Words—street silent.

  "Guts!"

  "This way."

  Yang aside, stared.

  Nie knife, fearless.

  Rare—deep hatred only.

  Arena: life-death, winner lives.

  Cruel—rare.

  City boiled—inners, outers spread.

  Infiltrator accepted!

  Rushed arena.

  Not usual—first array master, Nascent, set.

  Blood key.

  Entered: no intervene—even Nascent, half-tea through array.

  Live or die.

  "Infiltrator filth—void dirty... trash."

  Yang mocked.

  Nie calm—genuine disdain.

  Rank 15 pride—challenge insult.

  "Arena decides."

  Palms stone—blood seeped.

  Gate opened.

  Huge round arena, viewing stands.

  Nie left.

  Yang right.

  Faced.

  Gates sealed.

  Outside.

  Disciples excited—roars!

  Bloodlust ignited.

  Pursuits killed many.

  Hatred.

  Uproar city-shaking.

  Hall: god-slay talk—Du, Empress stunned.

  "Noise?"

  Empress frowned.

  Du sensed.

  Squinted—Nie bold.

  "Young Master's disciple vs. inner life-death..."

  Helpless.

  First Martial Emperor rule—unbreakable.

  Nie death: explain to Lu?

  Ruin god-slay—tears.

  Fate—none interfere.

  But... intervene for plan, break rule.

  Nie sole link.

  Plan over arena.

  "Oh?"

  Empress bright.

  "Young Master's?"

  Sensed.

  Yuan Shang hesitated—watched.

  Arena.

  Nie drew Dragon Slayer, blade intent.

  Yang spear, cold stare.

  "Challenge three-revolution?"

  "Outdated—four-revolution now!"

  "Die!"

  Mocked, unleashed—no suppress.

  Spear shake—boom, shot.

  Nie face changed.

  Four...?!

  Mo's divination unreliable!

  Warned danger.

  But...

  Minor auspicious... my ass!