Myth Beyond Heaven

The revelation of Long Qingxuan's identity stunned the entire Bei Cong's group. No one would have thought she was a direct descendant of the Primordial Azure Dragon God.

Hua Rong, bathed in the reflected azure light, felt a surge of invigorating energy coursing through her. This was the power of her progenitor, a connection that resonated deep within her soul.

With renewed vigor, a flurry of vibrant flowers materialized around her. Each blossom held a potent essence, radiating a dazzling spectrum of colors.

With a flick of her wrist, Hua Rong launched the floral barrage towards the remaining Netherworld combatants.

The flowers, imbued with the essence of the Azure Dragon God, exploded upon impact, unleashing waves of paralyzing pollen and potent fragrances. Sheng Qianyu, already struggling under Long Qingxuan's aura, crumpled to the ground, overcome by the intoxicating scent of the flowers.

Ying She, his vision blurred and his movements sluggish due to the pollen's effect, desperately slashed his blades in a futile attempt to defend himself. But the attacks were relentless.

Hua Rong, emboldened by Long Qingxuan's power, unleashed her full repertoire of flower techniques. Vines the thickness of tree trunks sprouted from the ground, ensnaring Gao Kang. Petals sharper than knives rained down upon him, slicing through his dark energy and leaving gashes on his exposed skin.

"ARGH!!" Gao Kang, the strongest among the three Ghost Kings, roared in frustration. However, his brute strength proved ineffective against the versatile and ever-adapting attacks of Hua Rong. With each passing moment, the pollen's effects weakened him further.

Long Qingxuan, her eyes focused on Gao Kang, unleashed the full wrath of the Dragon God's Soul. A bolt of azure light, condensed from pure divine energy, shot forth from her palm.

In that instant, Dongfang Lou intervened and raised her hand to confront the divine energy head-on.

BANG!!

A thunderous explosion ripped across the battlefield, shattering the temporary lull in the fighting. The clash between Dongfang Lou's attack, a swirling vortex of emerald green energy, and Long Qingxuan's azure bolt created a shockwave that pushed even the True Gods back a step.

Xiao Shou, his eyes narrowed at the sight of Dongfang Lou's intervention. He then glanced at Bei Cong, who stood resolute, his black sword gleaming with a malevolent aura.

"You can't blame me, Brother Xiao. He couldn't watch his subordinate die, right?" Bei Cong smirked, his voice laced with cruel amusement.

Xiao Shou didn't respond. Instead, with a flick of his wrist, a seemingly unremarkable white spear materialized in his hand. The spear, though ordinary in appearance, emanated a faint hum as it absorbed the surrounding spiritual energy.

"I haven't seen your spear for a long time," Bei Cong chuckled, raising his black sword. "Let's see if it lives up to the past glory."

"Die!"

With a roar that echoed across the battlefield, Bei Cong charged. His sword moved with blinding speed, a dark blur aimed straight for Xiao Shou's chest.

Xiao Shou, ever calm and collected, deflected the attack with a flick of his spear. The clang of metal echoed through the air, sending sparks flying.

BOOM!

The clash marked the beginning of a whirlwind of steel. Bei Cong, known for his overwhelming power and brute strength, unleashed a relentless barrage of attacks. Each swing of his black sword contained enough force to shatter mountains, leaving deep craters in the ground with every miss.

Xiao Shou, on the other hand, embodied the essence of swiftness and precision. He danced around Bei Cong's attacks, his white spear a white flash deflecting blow after blow.

Bang! Bang! BANG!!

The clash between their contrasting styles created a breathtaking spectacle, a storm of iron and lightning.

Their movements were so fast that the naked eye could barely keep track. Dust swirled around them, creating a hazy blur. Every clang of metal vibrated through the earth, causing tremors that threatened to crack the fragile ground beneath their feet.

Meanwhile, Lan Qinghe, her serene face etched with determination, took flight. Her orchid robes billowed behind her as she ascended towards Dongfang Lou, who stood poised with her arms outstretched, her emerald green aura forming a swirling vortex of energy.

As Lan Qinghe drew closer, the sweet scent of orchids filled the air. Unlike Hua Rong's vibrant flowers, Lan Qinghe's orchids presented a stark contrast – their beauty was subtle, their fragrance almost intoxicating in its pure serenity. However, beneath the gentle exterior lurked a hidden power.

With a flick of her wrist, Lan Qinghe launched a volley of pale blue orchids towards Dongfang Lou. The orchids moved with an ethereal grace, their petals shimmering with celestial light.

Dongfang Lou, her emerald green aura unwavering, raised a hand to create a shield of energy.

Booooom—

The orchids collided with the barrier in a burst of light. The impact sent shockwaves rippling outwards, but the barrier held firm. However, a closer look revealed cracks beginning to form along its surface.

Dongfang Lou, surprised by the unexpected impact, frowned.

Lan Qinghe, her expression unchanged, launched another volley of orchids, each infused with the essence of her Orchid Heart, a legendary technique that harnessed the power of serenity to disarm and disrupt an enemy's flow of energy.

Dongfang Lou, now forced to focus on defending against the incessant barrage of orchids, faltered momentarily. Her emerald green vortex flickered, momentarily revealing a glimpse of vulnerability.

Seizing the opportunity, Long Qingxuan, her azure dragon form a majestic sight on the battlefield, unleashed another bolt of azure light towards Gao Kang, who was still struggling against Hua Rong's relentless floral attacks.

This time, Xi Hong, the hulking Western Emperor, stepped forward. With a roar that shook the heavens, he slammed his massive fist into the ground, creating a formidable earthen wall. The wall rose from the ground with incredible speed, intercepting the azure bolt just before it could hit Gao Kang.

BOOOM!

The impact caused a deafening explosion, sending debris flying in all directions. The earthen wall crumbled, but it had successfully served its purpose.

Gao Kang, weakened and gasping for breath, glared at Long Qingxuan with defiance in his eyes.

Meanwhile, the battle between Li Shan and Xi Hong unfolded uniquely. Li Shan remained seated, his teacup spinning rapidly above his hand.

Xi Hong, frustrated by the lack of a direct confrontation, charged again and again, each time met by a silver liquid splashed from the spinning cup.

The silver liquid, seemingly harmless, sizzled upon contact with Xi Hong's massive bear form.

Xi Hong roared in pain as the liquid burned its way through his thick fur, leaving behind smoking welts. Despite his immense strength, Xi Hong found himself at a disadvantage against Li Shan's unorthodox yet effective technique…