White Tiger Star Lord watched his subordinate get crippled, a flash of malice crossing his eyes.
He was one of the rare pure Mystic Cultivators in the Star God Clan, with scant achievements in Technique Refining. But precisely because of that, his combat prowess stood as the strongest among the Four Holy Star Lords.
At the same time, White Tiger Star Lord lived by the principle of “if you can fight, don’t yak,” making him an oddity among the Star God Clan.
Yan Zhen understood White Tiger Star Lord’s temperament all too well, so he deliberately taunted:
“Who else wants to fight me?”
White Tiger Star Lord couldn’t tolerate it any longer. A surging Saint Might erupted from him without warning, and he instantly closed the distance to Yan Zhen.
“You bastard, die!”
But before he could lay a hand on Yan Zhen, a tremendous shockwave hurled him back. White Tiger Star Lord flew hundreds of meters through the air before crashing into the pavilion below.
The attacker was Chen Xi.
She could overlook a Supreme Realm like Shen Star Official—treat him as a whetstone for Yan Zhen to sharpen his skills against. But she wouldn’t stand idly by while a Three-Star Mystic Saint like White Tiger Star Lord made his move.
“Striking at a junior with such heavy hands? Have you no shame!”
Boom!
Rubble burst outward as White Tiger Star Lord ascended back into the sky. He looked disheveled, but he hadn’t lost his reason. Instead, he grew far calmer.
Chen Xi’s palm strike from before had jolted him back to his senses.
White Tiger Star Lord summoned his Natal Mystic Artifact: a Geng Metal Tiger-Head Saber. Gripping the battle saber tightly, he unleashed his Three-Star Mystic Saint cultivation. A corresponding Cave Heaven world materialized behind him.
“One-Star Mystic Saint cultivation? You’re still a long way off. Today, This Lord will give you a proper thrashing!”
Chen Xi’s Mystic Power cultivation was indeed only at the One-Star Mystic Saint level. Yet her Technique Refining had reached an absurd height—one that even the Seven-Star Mystic Saint Saint Lord Ziji dreaded.
She seemed the weakest of the three women, but in truth, she was the strongest.
Facing a mere Three-Star Mystic Saint whose Divine Soul wasn’t particularly formidable, Chen Xi lifted her chin slightly, her face devoid of joy or sorrow.
“One move.”
White Tiger Star Lord sneered.
“Overconfident brat!”
With that, he slashed out fiercely with the tiger-head saber. The saber light dazzled the world, cleaving heaven and earth apart. In a mere flicker, it appeared before Chen Xi.
This wasn’t some Mystic Technique—it was saber dao, the very dao of the Saint Dao. By comparison, even Yan Zhen’s law strike, Black-White Boundary, fell a notch short.
Yet Chen Xi simply extended her fair jade hand and blocked that world-splitting saber light.
Whoosh.
Starlight Glazed Fire blazed to life, instantly swallowing the radiant saber light and reducing it to nothingness.
White Tiger Star Lord’s saber dao had been shattered. Or rather, not shattered—just utterly crushed by raw power. No technique, no tactics. Pure domination.
White Tiger Star Lord’s eyes bulged in disbelief. How had Chen Xi blocked his strike so effortlessly? He was a Three-Star Mystic Saint, while she was only One-Star. Had her Technique Refining prowess truly reached such terrifying heights?
Chen Xi offered no respite. She spoke indifferently:
“Now take one move from me.”
She formed a sword seal with her fingers. A colossal formation unfurled above her head, spanning ten li in every direction. As it whirred to life, a meteor wreathed in Starlight Glazed Fire came plummeting from the heavens.
An unparalleled pressure bore down, draining the color from every Star God Clan member’s face.
The Star God Clan revered the stars, visualizing them as totems and objects of faith. Yet here was Chen Xi, wielding her immense Spiritual Power to yank an extraterrestrial star from the void and hurl it straight at them as a weapon.
Fear barely flickered in White Tiger Star Lord’s eyes. With his saber arts, shattering a star posed no challenge.
He seized his saber with both hands and unleashed a heaven-shaking saber qi toward the hurtling meteor. The qi collided with the flaming star—and tore it asunder.
A wild grin crept across White Tiger Star Lord’s face. Then, from the rift at the meteor’s core, another star plummeted from beyond the skies.
Not just one. Eight more followed in its wake, tumbling like beads on a string.
Brilliant Spiritual Power radiated from Chen Xi’s body, making her resemble a celestial fairy descended to earth.
“Star Arts: Nine Stars Celestial Fall!”
White Tiger Star Lord stood no chance against it. The other three Star Lords spotted his peril and sprang into action. Each unleashed their divine abilities, dissolving the falling celestial bodies into nothing.
Yet all four wore grim expressions.
A single strike from Chen Xi had forced the four of them to unite just to counter it. The gap in strength was unmistakable.
Vermilion Bird Star Lord said coldly:
“It seems you’ve picked up some real skills. No wonder you had the guts to come back swinging for revenge.”
Chen Xi’s face remained impassive.
“Save your breath. You’re no match for me. Call out the old clan leader—or just bring forth the Star God Artifact.”
Azure Dragon Star Lord bellowed:
“Big talk! Dealing with a clan traitor like you? The four of us are more than enough.”
He wasn’t wrong. The Four Holy Star Lords had mastered the Bloodline Secret Art. United, they could amplify one another’s Mystic Power to the level of a Six-Star Mystic Saint or so.
Chen Xi against all four? She might not prevail. True, she could hold her own against Seven-Star Mystic Saints, but there was a world of difference between that and facing one at their peak.
Which was why—
“Jialan, Evil Consort. Lend me a hand.”
Jialan Fairy smiled faintly. A pristine white Saint Dao Halo bloomed behind her head, laying bare her Six-Star Mystic Saint cultivation.
“Sisters don’t stand on ceremony.”
Evil Consort revealed her Five-Star Mystic Saint cultivation as well. A pure black Saint Dao Halo materialized behind her. In a haughty tone, she declared:
“This Palace is only doing this for Yan’er. It has nothing to do with you.”
One black silhouette, one white. They emanated a Saint Dao might that shook the heavens and moved the ghosts and gods. The entire Star God Clan descended into terror.
Even the Four Holy Star Lords were no exception. They stared in stunned silence.
A Five-Star Mystic Saint and a Six-Star Mystic Saint!? Impossible. How had Chen Xi recruited such titans to her side?
This was far beyond what they could handle. The clan leader would have to step in—or they would need the Star God Artifact.
Black Tortoise Star Lord suddenly remembered. The black shadow was the Evil God Clan’s Evil Consort. The white one was Jialan Holy Land’s Jialan Fairy.
Everyone on the Eighth Continent knew the Flame Saint had fallen to Evil Consort’s hand. And now these two were allies?
Chen Xi gazed down imperiously at the Four Holy Star Lords.
“Still want to fight? If you’re courting death, I can oblige.”
The Four Holy Star Lords couldn’t comprehend it. How had Chen Xi grown so powerful? How had she swayed Evil Consort and Jialan Fairy to her cause?
She was nothing but a lowly bastard spawn with diluted bloodline.
Cowed by the oppressive aura from Chen Xi, Evil Consort, and Jialan Fairy, the Four Holy Star Lords fell back again and again. In the end, they had no choice but to summon the old clan leader from his seclusion.
They called him the old clan leader because he hailed from the generation before last. The previous leader had perished in battle, leaving him to take up the mantle.
A portal yawned open. A white-haired, white-bearded elder emerged, staff in hand, his frail back hunched. His beady eyes gleamed with sharpness as they fixed on Chen Xi and her companions.
“Child, you’ve finally come home. Pity it’s not in peace.”
Chen Xi replied flatly:
“Nothing to pity. We sowed the seeds back then. Now we reap the harvest. That’s all.”
