The figure of the white-robed war general hurriedly fell in pursuit to the cliff’s edge. The golden dragon transformed into the azure Heavenly Treasure Sword and fell into his palm. Fucang’s complexion was like snow, cold sweat rolling down layer by layer from his forehead. That extreme divine power fluctuation just now had made his vision darken in waves at this moment.

He couldn’t faint.

But his knees went soft. He really had no way to stand, so he could only thrust Chun Jun into the ground and press both hands on the sword hilt to support his body.

The dragon princess’s soft voice rang out from within Chun Jun: “I still got to be a Demon Lord Dajun for once—am I impressive?”

Impressive, my ass.

Continuous auspicious lights were still falling. Some were knocked over by the blind Houyi Arrows, some were swallowed by the raging pitch-black blizzard, but more were rushing toward this place.

“Will Qing Yan and my father die?” she asked again.

That was called perishing. But they wouldn’t—the one who would die was her, now inside Chun Jun and severely wounded. If she was captured, there would be absolutely no way to survive.

Fucang gritted his teeth and tried to fluctuate his divine power, summoning the sword qi transforming into deity. But it seemed he could no longer do it—even standing used up all his strength. He had once had a prophetic dream: beneath the Emperor’s Mulberry, Chun Jun losing control, piercing the dragon princess’s heart with one sword. So no matter what, he would not let this dream come true.

Massive auspicious light fell rapidly. Qing Di’s voice, mixed with shock and fury, suddenly rang out: “Fucang! Put down Chun Jun and come here!”

Fucang narrowed his eyes, quietly looking at his father across from him—his pained expression, his incredulous gaze, the concealed anger. He seemed to be saying: The entanglement with the Zhuyin Clan princess truly cannot end well now.

He didn’t know why, but at this moment, what floated up in his mind was actually the long, long time spent in Qing Di Palace from childhood to adulthood—the crazy and arrogant massive tree, the clear crystal-like Chengjiang Lake, the elegant Pale Moon Small Pavilion, the immortal apricot blossoms he had planted with his own hands, and from childhood to adulthood when practicing swordwork, Father’s earnest teachings.

He often said: Fucang, your talent is rare to see. The Qing Di Huaxu Clan’s sword path will surely be glorious in your hands in the future.

For most of this half of his life, he had been lazy and coldly observing from the sidelines, never feeling there was anything that required his wholehearted devotion. Being a war general and fulfilling his duties was also going with the flow, dutifully maintaining the celestial order.

If there had been no dragon princess, his life would probably have been very smooth. Just as Father said, in the future, he would ascend as Qing Di. The four wilds and eight wastes would have countless better goddesses for him to choose from. The Huaxu Clan’s sword path would be glorious through him. The future would be brilliant and stable, without any great ups and downs.

But he had already met her.

So, sorry—he couldn’t put down Chun Jun.

The azure Heavenly Treasure Sword transformed into brilliant vast golden light. The gentle yet irresistible clear breeze once again rippled in the dawn light. This time, the divine statue was clear and profound, palms coming together, gathering that fallen celestial deity who had nowhere to go in heaven or earth into its palm. The divine statue bowed its head low, as if gazing at her in its palm.

The white-robed Shenjun lost his support, his body slowly falling to the ground.

Gouchen Dadi, who had rushed over in haste, raised his hand as ten thousand rays of golden light were about to shoot out. Suddenly, his wrist was tightly wound by several zither strings.

He was so angry his hair was about to stand on end: “Crown Prince Chang Qin! Whose side are you on?!”

Just now the two of them had coordinated quite tacitly, almost severely wounding that princess. Then he turned hostile just like that—how could he be so fickle?

Crown Prince Chang Qin shouted even louder than him: “Are Dingmao Department war generals to be killed at will?”

Gouchen Dadi turned his head to look at Qing Di on the side: “Qing Di Your Majesty, what do you say? Is the Huaxu Clan going to cause trouble to the end?”

Qing Di didn’t turn his head. His usually refined voice actually carried a trace of coldness: “My unworthy son has acted wrongly. I shall naturally rebuke and instruct him myself. I dare not trouble Gouchen Your Majesty.”

So they were just going to remain deadlocked here? Gouchen Dadi was furious. He turned his head to look around everywhere, only to see war generals standing hesitantly at high places, none of them making a move. Moreover, there was a group of war generals from who knows which war department, with not even their commanding chief general in sight, squatting to the side with nothing to do.

He barked sternly: “Which war department are you? Where is your commanding general?!”

A war general immediately said softly: “Xuanming Dijun said Xiaolong Jun is his beloved disciple. He doesn’t like to come fight and kill, and told us to figure it out ourselves.”

This was truly one after another causing chaos. The Houyi Arrows were still randomly shuttling through the sea of clouds, making sounds so noisy his ears hurt. Right, there was still this heaven-defying thing. Instead of dealing with the fallen celestial deity, it had chased the war generals around like homeless dogs.

Gouchen Dadi angrily broke free from the zither strings, withdrew his techniques, leaped onto the sea of clouds. The celestial deity crossbow carts lined up again. Massive crossbow bolts shot rapidly toward that blind arrow. This thing could only be subdued and sealed by divine clans who knew the great divine arts of shifting, rotating, opening and closing. All his fury was now directed at it. He immediately said again: “Still not hurrying to smash this deity-slaying weapon to pieces!”

It was already a humiliation to deity-slaying—why keep it? Better to smash it to powder.

Sweat soaked through Fucang’s white clothes. All the sounds around him at this moment seemed hazy and distant. Father was saying something urgently, but he couldn’t hear a single word clearly. All the strength in his entire body was concentrating with full attention on maintaining his consciousness awake, not letting himself faint.

Many gazes were interwoven on him. He didn’t look—the dragon princess’s expression at this moment would definitely not please him. She had never been obedient.

Don’t say things about being a Demon Lord Dajun. He knew she didn’t want to be any Demon Lord Dajun at all. Having nothing to do, watching the excitement, tormenting the divine clans around her, drinking tea, being picky and not eating meals but only eating tea snacks—his dragon princess was only suited to being a spoiled and willful princess. Stop thinking about sacrificing yourself alone. Don’t perish. As long as you live, good things will surely happen. No matter how many years it takes, he would find a way to save her.

War generals from the full war department had already arrived one after another. Probably the scene before their eyes was unexpected—that legendary fallen Zhuyin Clan princess was being protected by the Huaxu Clan’s sword qi transforming into deity, while the other war generals who had arrived earlier were all busy fighting to the death with that blind Houyi Arrow.

Zhuxuan Dijun saw his beloved Houyi Arrows being beaten by the various deities with many cracks. His heart ached so much that the flesh on his entire body was trembling. He repeatedly shouted: “Lighter! Lighter! Don’t smash it! Let me retrieve it!”

Let him retrieve it again? Like hell. The war generals immediately struck even more fiercely.

Crown Prince Chang Qin plucked out a zither string and finally caught up to the crimson arrow with great difficulty. The slender zither string wound circle after circle around its tail. In an instant, the zither string tightened. It looked like it was about to be pulled apart by great force. He anxiously shouted: “Strike! Quickly!”

For a moment, techniques and divine weapons like the Milky Way swept over like giant waves, in the blink of an eye swallowing that very slender-looking Houyi Arrow. Only an extremely piercing shattering sound rang out across heaven and earth. After the various auspicious lights receded like flowing water, this mortal deity-slaying weapon that shook heaven and earth and made ghosts and gods weep burst out clusters of massive blood light, then inch by inch turned to dust and shattered away.

Everything seemed to suddenly become quiet, with only Zhuxuan Dijun’s pained wailing cries coming in waves, but no one really wanted to pay attention to him.

The raging pitch-black blizzard on the sea of clouds had stopped. The flying ice blades had also stopped. Pitch-black ice dragons supported Zhongshan Dijun and Xiaolong Jun’s bodies as they descended to the cliff’s edge. Oh right, there was still that Zhuyin Clan princess who had fallen into demon nature.

What to do—really go deal with her? She seemed particularly formidable. Moreover, looking at the momentum with which the Zhuyin Clan and Huaxu Clan fought desperately for this, after killing her, the future troubles would likely be endless. Were they really going to exterminate the divine realm’s two most formidable war god clans? Then if demon clan Dajuns caused trouble again in the future, without the blizzard and Huaxu Clan’s sword path, fighting would surely be quite exhausting, wouldn’t it? Besides, that insane Qingyuan Dadi had even brought the Houyi Arrows, injuring countless war generals for no reason. Not to mention the future—even if a Dajun came right now, they would have endless headaches.

The various deities fell into an unusual entanglement for a moment. Suddenly, they heard a clear and resonant bell sound ring out across heaven and earth. The Wheel Sound Technique—the Tian Di had a decree arriving. A decree coming at this time?