Chapter 93: Mo Shui Is Eliminated

In an instant, eight golden banners were once again erected around Donggong Qianxue, sealing off the eight directions.

At once, the flow of time around her slowed to a crawl.

Huawuhen and Moshui finally let out a slight breath.

Another flower of the years silently withered from the Time-Ring Tree.

Trapped within the eight golden banners, every movement Donggong Qianxue made had become painfully sluggish.

Though those eight banners could do no more than slow the passage of time, they could not inflict any other harm upon her.

Still, she could not simply wait to die. Huawuhen’s Time-Ring Tree possessed the terrifying power to age a person unto death, and nothing could reverse it.

The next moment, she repeated her earlier tactic, flapping her wings with all her strength and charging toward one of the golden banners.

A boundless blaze roared out, chilling the heart.

“Hmph. Die, bitch!”

Huawuhen held the Time-Ring Tree aloft, a cruel smile on his face.

Under his full-force urging, the flowers of the years continued to fall.

With each flower that withered, Donggong Qianxue aged another year.

Before long, she had once more drawn near to one of the golden banners.

“Rise!”

To prevent her from destroying the formation, Moshui had no choice but to hastily raise a hand and close his five fingers.

The eight golden banners surged upward all at once.

In an instant, the formation’s effect vanished.

Yet Donggong Qianxue seized that instant, her divine phoenix form turning into a vast, rainbow-hued afterimage as she streaked across the sky with all her strength, closing in on Moshui.

She had to eliminate Moshui; those eight golden banners had become an utter nuisance.

“Damn it!”

Watching Donggong Qianxue pounce at full speed, Moshui was struck with terror. He hurriedly hurled the eight golden banners again, gritting his teeth: “Instant Eternity!”

The eight golden banners once more sealed the eight directions around Donggong Qianxue, fluttering in the wind.

With time suddenly slowing, Donggong Qianxue seemed to sink into a mire, all her movements turning sluggish beyond measure.

Again she hurled herself toward one of the banners with all her might.

The effect of those eight golden banners in sealing the flow of time was terrifying. Donggong Qianxue could only keep using this tactic, forcing Moshui to retrieve them.

If he would not withdraw them, then she would break the banners!

“Damn it.”

Moshui was furious beyond measure, and could only once again extend his hand, closing his five fingers to reclaim the eight golden banners.

“That is the moment I want!”

The instant the formation vanished, Donggong Qianxue burst forth at full speed, her body transforming into a colossal rainbow shadow as she shot straight past Moshui in a flash.

“Aah!”

Seeing Donggong Qianxue right before him, Moshui’s heart convulsed wildly, his wide eyes filled with terror.

The next instant, a sea of fire swallowed him whole.

A shrill cry rang out as Donggong Qianxue’s massive claw shot lightning-fast into the flames, its sharp talons piercing straight through Moshui’s body before lifting him out from the fire.

“Get out of my sight!”

Donggong Qianxue did not kill him. She only roared in anger and hurled Moshui to the edge of the Cold Ice Battle Platform.

Eliminated!

A dead silence fell over the surrounding million-strong crowd. Everyone sat there in stunned silence, waves of shock crashing in their hearts.

This chaotic battle had, in truth, lasted less than two minutes from beginning to end, yet three of the four princes from the various holy nations had already been eliminated, leaving only Huawuhen.

Even Tantai Wushuang, seated atop the white strange beast, had a look of astonishment on her exquisite little face. She sighed softly. “This princess of the Spring and Autumn Sacred Nation, whether in strategy or in combat strength, far surpasses the princes and princesses of the other sacred nations. Next, it all depends on whether she can eliminate the prince of the Bidan Sacred Nation.”

Huawuhen of the Bidan Sacred Nation had an utterly dazzling weapon—it was actually the sacred nation’s supreme treasure, the artifact that guarded the realm.

At the center of the Cold Ice Battle Platform, Huawuhen held the Time-Ring Tree in his hand and looked at Donggong Qianxue, bathed in divine radiance. His own heart was also in turmoil, unable to remain calm.

Damn it. I still underestimated this bitch’s combat power!

He had confidently believed that Gong Zhiyong, Shigao, and Moshui could at least hold Donggong Qianxue off for a while, especially Moshui, who possessed a banner formation capable of altering the flow of time.

Yet the three of them had not even lasted two minutes before being eliminated by Donggong Qianxue.

Then a faint, cold smile appeared on his handsome face. “Donggong Qianxue, not bad. But in the end, you’ll discover that you’re only making a ridiculous struggle before death.”

As he spoke, another flower of the years silently withered and fell beneath his feet.

By now, fewer than thirty of those flowers remained on the Time-Ring Tree.

In other words, Donggong Qianxue had less than thirty years of life left!

“Hu…”

Donggong Qianxue exhaled softly. “I have to kill that bastard Huawuhen before all these flowers wither, or I’ll simply age to death.”

At this moment, she could clearly feel just how old she had become. If she were to revert to human form, she would surely already be white-haired.

Yes, she was going to kill Huawuhen!

The instant Huawuhen had shown killing intent toward Chen Changsheng, she had already resolved to take his life. How dare he bare such intent toward Young Master Chen? He was courting death!

Setting aside the fact that Young Master Chen himself was an exalted sage beyond the mortal world, from her own perspective, even if she had to slaughter the entire world, she would never allow anyone to harm a single hair on Young Master Chen or his daughter!

“Hu…”

The next moment, she flapped her broad, multicolored wings with all her strength.

Amidst the raging wind, her rainbow phoenix body transformed into a streak of multicolored afterimage, darting at extreme speed toward Huawuhen.

“Hmph!”

Huawuhen sneered contemptuously as his figure flickered away at high speed.

But Donggong Qianxue’s enormous phoenix claw struck out in an instant, snatching him in one grasp.

“Bitch, die!”

Her killing intent was at its peak. She would show Huawuhen no mercy whatsoever as her phoenix claw clenched with all its strength.

“It’s over...”

The crowd around them cried out in wonder. Donggong Qianxue’s displayed combat strength had truly stunned them completely. The four princes from the various holy nations had all stood before her and yet accomplished nothing...

And then, abruptly, everyone around them froze.

For they saw Huawuhen’s body, within Donggong Qianxue’s phoenix claw, suddenly dissolve away.

But there was no blood.

“This is... a shadow!”

Donggong Qianxue was stunned, and her heart surged with overwhelming shock.

What she had caught was only Huawuhen’s shadow.

“Pfft...”

A disdainful laugh came from behind her. “Donggong Qianxue, you think you can kill me that easily? How ridiculous.”

Donggong Qianxue turned her head in anger, and indeed saw Huawuhen standing far behind her in midair, both hands holding up the tree of ring-shaped blossoms.

One alluring flower of the years was silently withering.