Crown Prince Chang Qin’s brow furrowed tightly as he suddenly hurled out a zither string, swift as lightning.

The zither string was fast, but the golden dragon was faster. The brilliant and massive golden tide instantly spread out—this was the sharp sword path Crown Prince Chang Qin knew all too well, and he deeply understood how terrifying it was. He just never thought there would come a day when this technique would be used against a colleague.

For that princess who had nothing likable about her—Fucang, this wasn’t worth it at all.

A second zither string followed immediately, bypassing the range of the massive tide, silently winding toward Fucang. With a “tsu” sound, it pierced through the Huaxu Clan’s barrier and collided with the golden dragon transformed from Chun Jun’s scabbard, instantly stirring up a hurricane.

Crown Prince Chang Qin could truly be so ruthless. Several war generals stood by helplessly. Honestly speaking, they had been colleagues for so many years, and Fucang had always been refined and courteous—they really couldn’t bring themselves to act.

Four zither strings shot out together. The ground suddenly turned into a sea of fire. The golden tide and zither strings tangled endlessly. Crown Prince Chang Qin’s expression grew increasingly grim, his jaw clenched tighter and tighter. Finally, he shouted sternly: “She disregarded the iron law and fell into demon nature! Exterminating demon clans is our duty!”

Fucang still didn’t speak. At this point, there really was no need for him to say anything more.

The tide roared from all directions, almost drowning the entire heaven and earth. This time, the sword qi transforming into tide finally carried thick killing intent. Crown Prince Chang Qin hurriedly dodged, but saw the tide didn’t entangle him. Instead, it rose higher again, blocking the line of sight—trying to leave? Sheltering a fallen celestial deity was a great crime. He truly didn’t want to live anymore.

“Stop him!” Crown Prince Chang Qin sternly ordered the surrounding Dingmao Department war generals, while no longer holding back. Zither strings fine as hair were plucked out one by one, instantly penetrating through that sword qi transforming into tide that also hadn’t used full force.

Fucang chanted a truth-invocation. The scabbard golden dragon rapidly circled behind him, blocking all the zither strings. Suddenly, countless cold lights shot rapidly from the horizon, with a “dang” sound shattering the Huaxu Clan’s barrier—war generals from other departments had arrived!

Crown Prince Chang Qin’s expression was simply extremely ugly. Now his first achievement was gone, and the matter could no longer be salvaged.

Dense celestial deity auspicious lights descended like a blizzard, then suddenly converged. Gouchen Dadi’s irritable voice exploded: “Capture that Huaxu Clan member! The Zhuyin Clan princess must be hidden in his sword!”

Years ago, when Lady Qing Di pursued the immortality of her true nature and failed at crossing the hundred lifetimes of reincarnation tribulation, her divine soul perished. Qing Di comprehended the technique of sword qi transforming into Netherworld Light, protecting her divine body and divine soul within the Huaxu Clan’s peachwood divine sword. Even these Dadis and Dijuns of his generation had heard of this matter. Who would have thought the next generation’s Qing Di would likewise use a sword to shelter someone? Only unfortunately, he sheltered the wrong person—this couldn’t become a beautiful tale.

Fortunately, Qing Di and the other two formidable ones from the Zhuyin Clan hadn’t rushed over yet. Thus, they must fight a quick battle and force a quick decision!

For a moment, countless techniques and truth-invocation restraints mixed with divine weapons flew mercilessly toward the white-robed war general at the center of the auspicious light encirclement. Whether Huaxu Clan, Imperial Prince, or even Baize Dijun—no one should think of sheltering a fallen celestial deity. This was Heaven Realm’s iron law.

Fucang untied the wooden sword and grasped it in his hand. The sword qi transforming into tide rotated and blocked several zhang around him, blocking this overwhelming divine majesty that filled heaven and earth. Ultimately, he couldn’t block it all—fresh blood bloomed on the white war general’s uniform. The wooden sword in his hand trembled violently, almost about to split, yet was unexpectedly quiet, not making a single sound.

What was she thinking? She was still so disobedient—she definitely wanted to come out.

His fingertip flicked, and the wooden sword suddenly flew out, spinning and rising high. The various deities only felt the golden light before their eyes brighten greatly, impossible to look at directly. Gentle yet irresistible divine power swept over their faces like a clear breeze. The wooden sword transformed into a still-vague massive divine statue, palms coming together. That fallen Zhuyin Clan princess was held between the hands, her snow-colored figure reflected hazily and indistinctly by the golden light.

The Huaxu Clan’s sword qi transforming into deity.

The white-robed war general withdrew the wild sword qi transforming into tide. The azure Heavenly Treasure Sword fell back into his palm. He stood upright on the sea of clouds holding his sword, not moving an inch.

Gouchen Dadi was furious. This insane Huaxu Clan Shenjun looked like he was going to oppose them to the end! He sternly ordered: “All war generals of the Jiashen Department, quickly exterminate this one who has betrayed the Heavenly Dao!”

He didn’t have the patience to wait for this junior Shenjun’s divine power to be exhausted. Qing Di and the two from the Zhuyin Clan might arrive at any moment. That disrespectful old Baize Dijun also looked reluctant and unwilling. When they all gathered together, that’s when it would be difficult to handle.

He himself was always the first to act. With a wave of his long sleeve, a circle of massive celestial deity crossbow carts rumbled down. Crossbow bolts as thick as thighs were mounted on the strings. Just as they were about to shoot, he suddenly felt the already dark night suddenly darken countless times more. A massive violent storm mixed with crazy fury savagely descended. His body was almost immediately frozen in place, maintaining a ridiculous posture with his neck twisted.

“Despicable rats, who gave you the guts to strike at the Zhuyin Clan?!”

Zhongshan Dijun’s voice struck down like thunder in the hearts of the various war generals. Now things had gone bad—the other two formidable ones from the Zhuyin Clan had arrived. As expected, the serious injury and sick leave were excuses. All of Zhongshan’s communications had been blocked—how did they know?

A figure like rapidly streaking snow light swiftly descended before the massive sword qi transforming into deity. Tall in stature, with a cold and pale complexion—it was indeed Zhongshan Dijun.

Seemingly sensing his daughter was temporarily unharmed, Zhongshan Dijun waved his long sleeve. Snowflakes as big as bushel baskets almost obscured the entire heaven and earth. Incomparably massive ice dragons coiled and charged into the war generals’ encirclement. The various deities found themselves completely unable to control their bodies as the ice dragons wrapped around them. Gradually feeling the dragon bodies coil tighter and tighter, those with weak divine power had all their bones crushed, letting out miserable screams. Even Crown Prince Chang Qin and Gouchen Dadi were suffering bitterly.

The brilliant golden massive divine statue scattered like flowing water. The snow-colored slender figure was blown by the wind like a falling leaf. Suddenly another pale cyan figure rushed rapidly over, spreading his arms to catch Xuan Yi in one motion. The intense momentum of stopping made the two black pearl earrings on his ears sway incessantly—it was Xiaolong Jun.

He lowered his head to look at the little sister in his arms. The princess who had once been incomparably noble, covered in frost and snow—at this moment, she was full of turbid qi and could no longer soar. His heart, hard as iron and stone, couldn’t help but tremble. A trace of tearful light flashed in his eyes as he called to her softly: “A’Yi… truly outrageous.”

But Xuan Yi shifted her gaze away, lowering her head with a smile: “How did you and Father come?”

Speaking of this, Qing Yan’s fury surged again. These past days, he had almost worn through the divine official’s golden seal on his right wrist, yet she refused to give even a trace of response. Such a monumental matter had occurred, and she still wanted to silently run off to her death alone? With one Dijun and one Dragon Lord at home, they had to have a little princess carry everything outside—where was the Zhuyin Clan’s face?

He raised his hand wanting to strike her, but her dragon scales had already been torn off by the turbid qi—how could he bring himself to act?

In the distance, a cyan nine-headed lion tremblingly circled around the violent snowstorm. Tears flowed from all eighteen eyes as it wailed and frantically rushed toward Fucang, supporting his weakened body.

Qing Yan drew a breath: “It was this lion that ran to Zhongshan, bringing Fucang’s handwritten letter.”

No wonder Fucang had traveled by wind—this lion was always foolish, yet was precisely this clever at a time when it shouldn’t be clever.

Xuan Yi shook her head, saying nothing.

In the distance, countless more auspicious lights tore across the horizon. War generals from other departments continued to rush rapidly toward this place. Qing Yan stroked her hair, gently tossed her toward the nine-headed lion, then turned to meet those auspicious lights about to approach.