A series of fierce and powerful figures appeared, a total of nine powerful Manifestation Realm experts, blocking all retreat paths for Lan Xueyi and the Demon Suppressing Grand Elder.
"Don't hold back, strike together and kill them, lest there be more trouble."
A supremely powerful figure spoke. He was tall and mighty, with broad shoulders, clearly a super magnate who usually wielded infinite authority. His every word seemed like an unchallengeable command.
This was the Holy Lord of the Divine Wind Holy Land.
He was also a peak existence of the seventh stage of the Manifestation Realm.
"Good."
The nine Holy Lords were all ruthless individuals and immediately agreed.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
...
The combined might of nine Manifestation Realm powerhouses was a spectacle. Even the Martial Continent Sacred River was temporarily suppressed. Nine formidable forces merged into a deadly trap, eradicating all life, encompassing heaven and earth, aiming to pulverize Lan Xueyi and the Demon Suppressing Grand Elder.
"Supreme Sword Art, Sword Washes the World!"
"Earth Store Demonic God Transformation, Hand of the Demonic God!"
"Heavenly Punishment Earth Annihilation Great Palm Seal!"
"Lone Star Hegemon Fist!"
"Four Extremes Boundless Suppression Great Law!"
...
Waves of terrifying power converged into a vast torrent sweeping across the eight directions. At this moment, even a supreme sage of the eighth stage of the Manifestation Realm could not easily contend against the combined efforts of the nine Manifestation Realm powerhouses, let alone Lan Xueyi and the Demon Suppressing Grand Elder. Lan Xueyi was merely at the fifth stage, and the Demon Suppressing Grand Elder was at the sixth stage. Moreover, both had suffered severe injuries during their escape.
"Not good!"
The Demon Suppressing Grand Elder's face turned ashen. He gritted his teeth and, in the void, communicated with the last trace of power left by the Wang family ancestor in the Martial Continent Sacred River. Instantly, his entire body erupted with astonishing blade energy, condensing his most powerful strike. He fiercely slashed out, attempting to carve open a path to survival.
This strike far surpassed the sixth stage of the Manifestation Realm, even faintly reaching the peak of the seventh stage.
However, before the nine Manifestation Realm powerhouses, especially the three seventh-stage Holy Lords among them, it was utterly insufficient. It was directly crushed. The Demon Suppressing Grand Elder spat out a mouthful of vital blood, his arms snapped, and he was sent flying back miserably.
Almost simultaneously with the Demon Suppressing Grand Elder's move, Lan Xueyi also resisted. The Hundred Flower Crown on her head emitted an unprecedented brilliance, as if the power unleashed had surpassed its limit. Even the supreme holy artifact, the Hundred Flower Crown, could not withstand it and began to crack.
Vaguely, an immensely powerful and near-flawless majestic phantom appeared behind her, pressing down with a palm.
At the same time, Lan Xueyi's Nine Deaths Spirit Phoenix bloodline ignited fiercely, transforming into a surge of boundless power, which she also unleashed with a mighty blow!
Boom!
The collision between the two even caused a slight crack in the combined might of the nine Manifestation Realm powerhouses. But ultimately, they were unable to resist and were forcefully torn apart. Even the flawless female saint phantom behind her was shattered.
Lan Xueyi's body was struck with immense force. The elegant skirt of a hundred flowers was stained with vibrant blood, and she fell heavily to the ground.
A hint of despair flickered in her eyes. Her beautiful gaze reflected the attacks of the nine Manifestation Realm powerhouses, which descended with a roar. The boundless space shattered layer by layer, and it was about to reach her, pulverizing her into dust.
At that moment.
She faintly saw Ling Fan's figure before her eyes.
She thought it was a hallucination before her death.
However, in the next moment.
A simple and ancient great cauldron flew out from the illusory figure she had imagined. With this cauldron stabilizing the void, the crisis of shattering space instantly halted.
And that figure's vital energy erupted like a wild dragon. With a sudden punch, thousands of punches were unleashed in an instant. The combined attacks of the nine Manifestation Realm powerhouses were forcefully shattered by his bare fists!
"What!"
"Who is it? Damn it, who dares to stop us!"
"It's him, how can it be him? Wasn't he killed by our combined forces and thrown into the Martial Continent Sacred River, leaving no trace? How can he appear here unharmed, and his strength even surpasses his past!"
"What is going on? It's impossible for anyone to survive the Martial Continent Sacred River, absolutely impossible. Even a supreme sage of the eighth stage of the Manifestation Realm, or a Saint King of the ninth stage, cannot achieve this! What secret does he possess? Is it that cauldron!"
The moment Ling Fan appeared and blocked the combined attack of the nine Manifestation Realm powerhouses, the nine Manifestation Realm experts cried out in unison, revealing unprecedented discomposure.
And Lan Xueyi and the Demon Suppressing Grand Elder, who had believed they were doomed, widened their eyes.
"Young Master Ling! Young Master Ling! I knew Young Master Ling wouldn't die. Young Master Ling is a divine being from the heavens, a divine dragon from the nine heavens, a supreme figure. How could he perish."
The Demon Suppressing Grand Elder was overwhelmed with emotion. Despite his severe injuries, he felt no pain, shouting excitedly.
Lan Xueyi, however, stared blankly at the figure blocking her path, her eyes misting over unconsciously. It was as if she had returned to the Tianshan Domain, the Tianyun Kingdom, and Jiangnan City.
It was always this figure who shielded her from all calamities and protected her.
This was her husband.
"Xueyi, are you alright? Fortunately, I arrived in time!"
Ling Fan turned to look at Xueyi, his voice filled with tenderness, completely unlike a great master who had just been fighting fiercely.
"I'm fine! As long as you're fine, I'm fine." Xueyi smiled brilliantly.
"You dared to injure her like this!"
Seeing the vibrant bloodstains on Xueyi and her pale face, a surge of anger rushed to Ling Fan's forehead, his killing intent soaring. He turned abruptly to face the nine saints of the three great holy lands.
"You are all going to die today."
Ling Fan smiled coldly, revealing a row of sharp white teeth.
"Presumptuous! Although we don't know what fortuitous encounter you had beneath the Martial Continent Sacred River, you clearly haven't advanced to the Saint Realm, nor even entered the Quasi-Saint Realm. What right do you have to challenge us? We could kill you once before, and we can kill you twice, thrice, countless times, turning you into ashes and ensuring you never reincarnate!"
A powerhouse from the War Demon Holy Land spoke fiercely and domineeringly.
"We nine joined forces just now, but we didn't exert our full strength; we held back, which is why you managed to block us. Do you really think you are so powerful that you can fight nine saints alone? If we get serious, you will have nowhere to be buried."
The Divine Wind Holy Lord sneered.
"Why waste so much time talking to him? Last time he fell into the Sacred River and escaped. This time, he won't be so lucky. Capture him, refine him until not even dregs remain, and divide all his treasures equally!"
The Flying Star Holy Lord chuckled.
"Attack!"