"This..."
After hearing the Ximen Elder's words, the Dongfang Elder furrowed his brow, his expression deeply unnatural. He was still reluctant to act—he did not want to become enemies with the Snow-Haired Immortal.
After all, even if they joined forces, there was no guarantee they could kill the Snow-Haired Immortal. And if they failed to kill her, she would certainly bear a grudge.
Given the Snow-Haired Immortal's strength, combined with her solitary and unpredictable nature, if she took a grudge, then in the future, no member of his Dongfang Imperial Clan would dare walk freely across the Martial Sacred Continent.
Forget the ordinary clan members—even if he personally wielded the Imperial Dragon Seal and encountered the Snow-Haired Immortal alone, he feared the outcome would be dire.
The Snow-Haired Immortal was simply too terrifying. How else could she, at the same cultivation level, have suppressed two Supreme Elders both wielding Imperial Dragon Seals? The more Imperial Dragon Seals one possessed, the greater one's power.
"Dongfang, we can no longer stand by and do nothing. Otherwise, the reputation of our four great Imperial Clans may very well be buried in this woman's hands today. Even if our clans aren't destroyed, we'll never be able to hold our heads high on the Martial Sacred Continent again."
"But if we combine our strength—relying on the Imperial Dragon Seals and the power of our clansmen—perhaps we can slay the Snow-Haired Immortal. If we do that, not only will we eliminate a great enemy, but the prestige of our four clans will only grow stronger."
After the Beitang Clan Master finished speaking, his sleeve flickered, and another Imperial Dragon Seal materialized.
ROAR— The moment the Imperial Dragon Seal appeared, it transformed into a colossal dragon hundreds of meters long. It soared across the sky like a golden auspicious cloud, dazzling to behold and radiating an overwhelming aura of might.
"It seems we have no choice but to go all out." Right after, the Dongfang Elder also made his move.
ROAR— Another dragon's roar thundered forth as yet another Imperial Dragon Seal was unleashed.
The four Supreme Elders of the four clans, each wielding an Imperial Dragon Seal, moved to surround and attack the Snow-Haired Immortal.
"Heh." But just as the Beitang Elder and the Dongfang Elder charged forward in tandem, the Snow-Haired Immortal narrowed her eyes slightly, a glint of cunning flashing through them.
In the next instant, she used the ancient Imperial Armament to carve a path, her body transforming into a streak of light that shot straight between the Beitang Elder and the Dongfang Elder, arriving right before Baili Xuankong and Hong Qiang.
"Oh no—she's going to save them!" The guards stationed near Baili Xuankong moved to intercept.
"Scram." But before they could even take a step, the Snow-Haired Immortal merely directed her will, and a wave of oppressive pressure swept outward. The guards were sent flying like kites with their strings severed, crashing to the ground in a bloody mess—none survived.
"Chu Feng, your Master here treats you rather well, doesn't she?" By now, the Snow-Haired Immortal had stuffed both Baili Xuankong and Hong Qiang into the barrier protecting Chu Feng, reuniting the three.
"Thank you, Senior." Chu Feng could speak now, but he did not call her "Master." It wasn't that he didn't want to take the Snow-Haired Immortal as his teacher—he simply didn't dare.
This demoness was far too unpredictable. The memory of that day when she had used him as an experiment was still vivid in his mind. So even though she had risked her life to save him today, Chu Feng could not bring himself to trust this witch.
"You little brat—could it be you still hold a grudge over what happened back then?" The Snow-Haired Immortal saw right through Chu Feng's thoughts, but rather than getting angry, she let out a charming smile.
"Snow-Hair, today you die—no exceptions."
At that very moment, the four Supreme Elders had not only caught up, but had surrounded the Snow-Haired Immortal from every direction, their eyes bloodshot and their killing intent even more dense.
After all, what the Snow-Haired Immortal had just killed were the elite of the elites of the four great Imperial Clans. Setting aside the many who had the potential to become Martial Emperors, among the dead were two first-grade Martial Emperors of the Ximen Imperial Clan.
The Ximen Elder's hatred for the Snow-Haired Immortal at this moment was truly bone-deep—he wished he could eat her flesh and drink her blood, and even that might not be enough to quell the rage in his heart.
"I hear that the Imperial Dragon Seals can only unleash their true power when all four are gathered together. How convenient—let me witness the might of your Imperial Dragon Seals."
"No—my Imperial Dragon Seals." At this, a greedy smile curled at the corners of the Snow-Haired Immortal's lips.
"To dare covet the Imperial Dragon Seals—this is truly unforgivable." At this, even the Dongfang Elder's