The Winged Blade's might was legendary—recognized throughout the Northern Plains' Gu Immortal world as the premier offensive means. It could even temporarily cleave apart the Great Unity Wind, which spoke volumes about its terrifying power.
"Dodged?" A purple-gold dragon-shaped qi force flickered, and Lord Dragon suddenly appeared in the distance, shock and suspicion written across his face.
Ugh!
The next instant, he saw his own dragon horn—the one that had been on his forehead—slowly falling, dropping right before his eyes.
At the critical moment, Lord Dragon had barely evaded the Winged Blade, but the dragon horn on his right side had been sheared clean through, more than half of it severed.
Lord Dragon's expression shifted.
Right then, the black-gold giant beckoned at Lord Dragon with one finger.
Immortal Gu Killer Move—Immortal Binding Rope!
This was the premier capturing technique recognized throughout the Northern Plains' Gu Immortal world!
A cyan-gold rope immediately materialized around Lord Dragon's body, coiling three times around his waist and back before violently yanking him toward the black-gold giant.
Immortal Gu Killer Move—Winged Blade!
The black-gold giant raised its right arm high, aimed at Lord Dragon once more, and unleashed its supreme killing move.
Lord Dragon gritted his teeth and roared. His massive body shook violently as he broke free from the Immortal Binding Rope, retreating at breakneck speed to evade the Winged Blade.
The black-gold giant tried to bind Lord Dragon again. Even as he hurtled backward, Lord Dragon opened his mouth and spat out two sharp dragon fangs.
The dragon fangs flew from his mouth and instantly expanded, resembling two peerless curved blades. They spiraled and danced, guarding his sides.
This was the Immortal Gu Killer Move—Revolving Dragon Fangs.
Revolving Dragon Fangs was originally an offensive killer move, but Lord Dragon had repurposed it for defense.
The Immortal Binding Rope of the Seven Extremes Desolate Formation was formidable, but the moment it latched onto Lord Dragon, the Revolving Dragon Fangs sliced it apart.
Bing Saichuan watched the scene unfold, shock and regret warring in his heart. "The original Revolving Dragon Fangs were only arm-sized—who would have thought they'd now be as large as two door panels! What means has Lord Dragon used to cause such an absurd surge in the power of his Immortal Gu Killer Moves? What a waste of the Seven Extremes Desolate Formation. Right now, the Destiny Gu is approaching completion, and the overall power of the Ancient Predecessors' killing moves has dropped considerably. At their historical peak, that last strike alone would have severely wounded Lord Dragon!"
The Seven Extremes Desolate Formation was an ancient battle array composed of three Eighth Transformation and four Seventh Transformation Gu Immortals.
Each of them was a standout among the great golden tribes, renowned throughout the Northern Plains. What made them even more remarkable was that the Immortal Gu Killer Moves they commanded were each their tribe's ultimate treasure—the Chanyu tribe's Winged Blade, the Yelu family's Immortal Binding Rope, and so on.
With the Seven Extremes Desolate Formation holding the line for the time being, Lord Dragon's assault was stymied, and the battlefield fell into a stalemate once more.
The Tribulation Altar was temporarily secure, but Long Life Heaven's side still couldn't breach the Heavenly Court's Refinement Path grand formation.
The Heavenly Court Gu Immortals had arranged themselves in three concentric rings of defense—tight, layered, and thorough. The Northern Plains' experts couldn't even reach the edge of the grand formation, let alone charge into it. Some Gu Immortals had already begun laying down new formations outside the Refinement Path grand formation for additional protection.
"On the surface it's a stalemate, but the initiative has already changed hands. If we keep fighting, the Heavenly Court will seize control." Bing Saichuan's face was cold, but deep in his eyes, the gleam of fighting spirit still flickered.
The Northern Plains Gu Immortals lived for battle. Over their lifetimes, they fought more battles than the cultivators of all the other regions combined.
Bing Saichuan, an Eighth Transformation Time Path great ability, was no exception. He had survived countless perils and brutal engagements throughout his life. Though the current situation was growing ever more dangerous, nothing could shake his warrior's heart.
He was searching desperately for a way out.
"The invasion of the Heavenly Court was a grand strategy of our Long Life Heaven—naturally, it was planned thoroughly, with countermeasures in place."
"The only option now is to contact Fang Yuan and the others, and strike from outside."
Bing Saichuan immediately contacted Fang Yuan and the others, issuing his orders.
"The Fortune Path means again—they're contacting the outside." The moment Bing Saichuan acted, several Heavenly Court members sensed it.
Upon learning this, Ziwei Fairy could only smile bitterly. The supreme mysteries of the Fortune Path had always been held by Immortal Venerable Ju Yang, and the Heavenly Court had no way to stop Bing Saichuan's methods.
Emperor City.
Fang Yuan had now switched to the Yan Emperor killer move, soaring and dancing wildly through the sky.
The howling wind roared in his ears. In his field of vision, Li Huang and Qing Ye pursued him like a ball of flame and a streak of black light, closing in to strike.
Fang Yuan pointed a finger, and countless Yanluo spawn poured forth, momentarily holding up Li Huang and Qing Ye.
Then he charged toward the nearest Immortal Gu House.
The Gu Immortal inside turned pale with fright and hastily retreated.
"Fang Zheng, quickly activate that move!" a Gu Immortal shouted.
Gu Yue Fang Zheng was in this house and immediately sprang into action. The Immortal Gu House shot out a beam of blood-red light, propelling it forward as its speed surged several-fold, causing Fang Yuan to miss entirely.
Seizing the opportunity, Li Huang and Qing Ye closed in again, locking Fang Yuan in combat.
The Western Desert Gu Immortals watched with disdain. One of them sneered aloud, "That's clearly a Blood Path means. The mighty Heavenly Court, which claims to be the Righteous Path, openly uses Blood Path killing moves before such a crowd!"
"Bullshit. Our Central Continent's techniques are beyond your comprehension, with ten thousand transformations—how could an outsider like you possibly understand them?"
"Western Desert thieves! You covet Central Continent's prosperity and slander our noble human Righteous Path—heaven will not tolerate it!"
The Central Continent Gu Immortals refused to admit it, even though most of them knew full well about Fang Zheng's Blood Path methods.
"Damn it." Fang Yuan gritted his teeth. Li Huang and Qing Ye's relentless entanglement made him feel as though he were mired in a swamp.
Given the current battlefield situation, his best means of breaking through was the Great Thief Ghost Hand—this move could destroy most of the Heavenly Court's Immortal Gu Houses.
But Li Huang and Qing Ye fought with everything they had to keep him pinned, leaving him hardly any opportunity to deploy it.
To make matters worse, the Western Desert side was deeply wary of him and unwilling to cooperate.
The Fang family had indeed had covert dealings with Fang Yuan in the past, but under the watchful eyes of this crowd, how could they dare cooperate openly!
Several years ago, the Fang family had obtained the Bean God Palace, drawing united hostility from the Western Desert's Righteous Path. They had been keeping their heads down ever since. It had taken this opportunity of the Central Continent Gu Refinement Grand Assembly to finally reach an agreement with the major supreme forces of the Western Desert Righteous Path. If they cooperated with Fang Yuan now, exchanging knowing glances, it would be tantamount to handing the Western Desert Righteous Path a new weapon against them—and upon their return, they'd face united pressure once more.
"This doesn't bode well. The Final Grand Competition must be nearing its end!" Fang Yuan had also participated in a Gu Refinement Assembly before and was quite familiar with the inner workings.
"Most importantly—why haven't those fools from Long Life Heaven made their move yet? Hmm?" Just then, Bing Saichuan proactively reached out to Fang Yuan.
Toward Fang Yuan, he naturally wouldn't use a commanding tone. But Bing Saichuan knew exactly how to persuade him—he relayed every last detail of Long Life Heaven's invasion of the Heavenly Court, holding nothing back!