"Boom!" Three figures flashed past each other in the heavens, sending out terrifying ripples of qi that spread out in concentric rings. Within a kilometer radius, no strong warrior dared to step forward—this kind of force was sufficient to literally shred a Douzun-level master into blood mist. "Hmph!" The figures staggered back, each retreating several paces with a resounding step, their footfalls collapsing space into vast patches of darkness. "Hah! Drugen, your soul strength may be powerful, but what good is it? Do you really intend to face me and the other two alone?" With his body stabilized, the elder Tian Ming, suppressing the turbulent energy within him, gazed coldly at the slightly gloomy-faced Drugen across the distance. "Hah," said Guo You, also chuckling, clenching his hands tightly. Though his voice was steady, a subtle tremor ran through him—he knew well that if it had been only him, he would have been no match for the elder Drugen, whose soul strength far surpassed his own. "It's said that in ancient times, the combat prowess of alchemists was quite formidable, undoubtedly due to their powerful spiritual strength. With the four spiritual realms—earth, spirit, heaven, and emperor—this Medic, Yao Chen, likely has already reached the heavenly realm. Indeed, across the entire Zhongzhou region, such a level of attainment might be rare." Bone You's eyes flashed subtly, and the intensity of his murderous intent grew ever more concentrated. Today, no matter what, he had to eliminate this old man—otherwise, he might become a serious threat in the future. "Old monster Tian Ming, don't give him a chance to breathe! Eliminate him! He won't last long!" Bone You spoke with a cold, stern voice. "Agreed." "Heard this, the Tianming elder demon also nodded, chuckling dryly, 'Hah hah! Just thinking about having an advanced half-Saint fall at my hands makes my heart thrill!' As the laughter faded, he changed his hand seal, and a vast expanse of gray martial energy surged forth from within him, eventually coalescing into a colossal, hundred-zhang-tall phantom figure behind him—lacking a solid face, yet radiating an utterly terrifying presence. 'Tianming Palm!' With a sudden, forceful palm strike aimed directly at Yao Elder, the elder demon drove his massive phantom form into motion. The enormous palm swept forward, generating a chilling gust of wind and a series of sonic booms, crashing down upon Yao Elder with full force. Sensing the immense energy concentrated in the phantom's palm, Yao Elder could not afford to hesitate. He rapidly summoned martial energy from within himself, transforming it into a blazing palm of flame a hundred zhang in width, and met the phantom's palm wind with a powerful collision. 'Boom!' The two palms collided, sending a thunderous roar that resonated across the sky. A terrifying surge of qi storm erupted at the point of contact, sweeping outward and instantly pulverizing a nearby mountain peak into a fine dust that drifted everywhere. As the storm expanded, the ancient immortal demon, Tian Ming, was caught in its force, retreating urgently with each step, his breath momentarily faltering. His already pale complexion grew even paler. Though Tian Ming felt the strain, the old doctor, Yao, was far from unscathed either. His internal qi surged and churned violently, but after he managed to steady it, a sudden black silhouette swelled within his vision, and a sharp, cold gust of palm wind surged again, forcing him to meet it once more. "Thud!" "Once again, he met the bone-hard blow from the other, and even with the strength of the herbal elder, a sweet sensation surged in his throat—yet he managed to force it down. Facing a relentless back-and-forth battle from the two opponents, the herbal elder clearly wasn't holding his own. "Ah!" As the herbal elder suppressed the injuries within his body, a sharp, agonized serpent's cry suddenly erupted from the distant sky. He swiftly turned to see the seven-colored celestial serpent, formed by Cai Lin, being powerfully driven back by a single palm strike from the three deities. The immense force of the half-saint-level warrior shattered the seven vibrant scales of the serpent, sending a deluge of blood cascading down from the heavens. "Cai Lin!" "Seeing Cai Lin wounded by the Third Sovereign, Xiao Yixian's cheeks flushed, her bright eyes blazing with anger as she fixed upon the gloomy Third Sovereign. With a swift motion of her body, she surged forward from behind him, and in her palm, a spherical orb the size of a clenched fist, gray-brown in hue, materialized. 'Eradication Toxic Force!' With a flash of cold light in her eyes, Xiao Yixian launched a thin stream of gray-brown liquid—only the size of her thumb—into the air. As the liquid emerged, a hissing burst of white vapor erupted from the space, shooting directly toward the Third Sovereign. 'Boom!' Xiao Yixian's speed, of course, was unmistakable to the Third Sovereign. As the liquid was released, a shadow passed before him. The Third Sovereign turned and swept his robe across her form—seeming fragile, the robe now as solid as jade. With a single motion, he sent her reeling, forcing her to cough up a stream of blood and recoil backward. 'Ssshhhh!' "Though the person was sent flying, the gray-brown liquid entirely settled upon the sleeves of the Three Sovereigns. Immediately, the sleeves turned to ash. The poison then clung to the Three Sovereigns' arms like an ever-present parasite, swiftly corroding the flesh there. Witnessing the poison's extreme toxicity—capable of even overcoming the aura of qi—the Three Sovereigns' expression slightly tightened. Yet, being a stern and resolute figure, he raised his hand like a blade, swiftly slicing horizontally across his arm, severing a large section of tainted flesh and sending it flying, revealing a stark white bone structure. "To have the Three Sovereigns willingly sacrifice flesh—this is no small feat of yours. But this sacrifice will cost your life!" Despite the intense pain in his arm, the Three Sovereigns fixed a fierce gaze upon the retreating Little Physician, preparing to pursue. However, a swift green figure surged forward, her powerful aura surging forth and halting his advance. "A mantis attempting to block a chariot!" "Seeing Qinglin blocking her way, Tian San Zun only chuckled. With three of them working together, he still wasn't afraid—how could he be afraid of just Qinglin alone? Though the Three-Flower Eyes of Bi She were formidable, they were merely side tactics in the face of sheer strength!" "Thud! Thud! Thud!" Facing Tian San Zun's relentless and fierce attacks, Qinglin held on desperately, though clearly she was gradually falling behind. Without the aid of Bi She's Three-Flower Eyes, she would have been severely wounded long ago by Tian San Zun. Even so, her defeat was imminent. Above, Guoyou and the old immortal Tianming pressed forward step by step. After their prolonged exchanges, the elderly herbalist was clearly growing weary—his defense and offense were no longer as sharp as before, clearly beginning to fall behind in the relentless back-and-forth battle. Despite Tianming's strange, mocking laughter, the herbalist maintained a grave expression, yet dared not divert his attention to argue with him. The sudden assault left the elderly medic half-paralyzed, spewing out a gush of blood as his body plunged downward, crashing heavily onto the plaza, spreading vast cracks that eventually radiated across half the mountain's body. Many of the star-fallen hall's elite witnesses this sight, their hearts instantly sinking. For the medic was the hall's strongest. If even he fell, the morale of the star-fallen hall would surely collapse. "The star-fallen hall's medic, Dao Chen, has been defeated. If you still wish to resist, I shall not hesitate to wipe out every single one of you!" With a single strike that sent the medic falling, the elder from the realm of Yin, his feet hovering in the void, cast a cold, ominous gaze, his voice resonating with unyielding resolve throughout the assembly. Hearing the cold command from the elder celestial demon, every being within the Star Realm froze in place. Most of the senior warriors from the Starfall Pavilion now had pale, desperate faces. Even the stronger warriors who had come to observe the battle felt a deep sense of sorrow—seemingly, the once-dominant Starfall Pavilion would ultimately fall to the hands of the Yinhe Alliance and the Spirit Pavilion. With the Star Realm now quiet, the elder celestial demon smiled with satisfaction, then raised his hand, his gaze sharp and stern upon the struggling, pale-faced Yao Chen, who was slowly rising. He coldly declared, "Yao Chen, remember—your fate today is entirely your own fault. You didn't drink the toast; now you must drink the penalty!" Wiping blood from his lips, Elder Yao stared fiercely at the celestial demon, his eyes growing increasingly wild. "Kill him now—before things change later!" At the intensity of Yao's gaze, the celestial demon furrowed his brow and turned to Gou You, speaking firmly. "Agreed." Gou You nodded. "Boom!" Just as Tianming, the ancient demon, and Guoyou were preparing to strike and utterly eliminate Yao Lao, the entire star realm suddenly erupted into violent tremors. Mountains across the realm shook violently, as if experiencing a massive earthquake. At the very moment this piercing, cold voice resonated throughout the heavens, a surging, overwhelming aura of immense pressure erupted forth, spreading like a lightning bolt! Feeling this majestic and commanding wave of power, the celestial immortal elder demon floating in the heavens and the Bone-Shadow figure instantly went rigid, waves of profound astonishment flooding their faces. A sound of sheer disbelief and awe rang out across the skies. "A Battle Saint? Impossible!"