The Infinite Sword Intent seed to have anticipated the actions of the Yincha Demonic God, as it instantly locked onto the position of the Yincha Demonic God the mont the sword intent missed.
The Yincha Demonic God’s expression changed drastically.
However, this ti, it had no chance to evade!
The mighty sword light exploded directly on its chest, causing the Yincha Demonic God to grunt, and the entire Devil Capital was instantly blown away, being propelled several hundred zhang before finally coming to a stop.
The Yincha Demonic God’s face imdiately turned extrely ugly.
At the sa ti, that pure white sword light once again traversed space, flying back into the presence of Wang Ying Xuan and others.
The next mont, the sword light dissipated, and a figure belonging to an immortal with an ethereal Dao presence abruptly appeared before everyone.
This figure was indeed the true body of the Immortal Palace’s master, Ling Xuan Immortal Supre.
His appearance remained that of a middle-aged man, with only his gaze revealing a sense of age.
At this mont, he was dressed in white, wore a jade crown, and had three strands of long beard gently swaying beneath his chin. His deanor was solemn and transcendent, truly resembling a being among the immortals.
The strand of divine soul that had previously escaped from the projection quietly returned to the center of his brow upon his appearance.
Heaven and earth seed to quiet down in this instant.
Gazing at his majestic back, the cultivators on the human race’s side could not help but reveal expressions of admiration in their eyes, with each respectfully raising their hands in salutation.
"Greetings, Immortal Supre."
Even Wang Lici, Wang Ying Xuan, and others shared the sa expression as everyone else at this mont.
After all, the one before them was indeed the main body of Ling Xuan Immortal Supre, one of the four pillars of the human race.
In the past few thousand years, it was he and the Immortal Emperor, these two powerful beings of the True Immortal Realm, who had supported the human race of the Immortal Dynasty, enabling those on the other side of the Boundary Gap to live and thrive peacefully.
"Rise, all of you."
Ling Xuan Immortal Supre waved a hand, then stood with his hands behind his back, looking towards the sky at the Yincha Demonic God: "Yincha, you truly have great courage, daring to lay a hand on our young world’s best. Have you forgotten the lesson from last ti?"
As he spoke, a sweeping and imposing aura surged from his being, much like his earlier transformation into sword intent, grand and fearless, inspiring awe from within.
The Yincha Demonic God tightened its wicked vertical pupils slightly, revealing a look of dread and resentnt: "Old man, I did not expect your response to be so swift this ti. Your true body must have been hiding nearby for a long ti, hasn’t it?"
"You barely avoided stupidity by guessing right," the Immortal Supre sneered ceaselessly, "Ever since you, Yincha, started intensifying your attacks on our army’s Immortal Third Region, my true self has been alert. Upon hearing from Su Yun about using a large number of captives as bait, surely hiding so deceitful intentions, how could my true self be careless?"
"So what if you’ve noticed?" The Yincha Demonic God was suprely confident, "Last ti I was rely careless and fell for your sneaky attack, old geezer. Do you think the sa trick can work on this Demonic God twice?"
"If you’re not convinced, we can practice a bit more," the Immortal Supre replied disdainfully, "Watch how my true self deals with you again."
"Immortal Supre’s might, Immortal Supre’s dominance." Wang Ying Xuan saw the true body of the great protector arrive, and imdiately rolled out from the corner, showering praise, "Your eminence is truly our human race’s protector; your deanor indeed overlooks the world, invincible within the universe. How dare the trivial Yincha Demonic God jump in your presence?"
"Get lost!" The Immortal Supre glanced back at her, rudely scolding, "Wang Ying Xuan, you roll as far away as possible; my true self doesn’t want to see you."
Thinking of how this troubleso girl dared to use his soul projection as cannon fodder, Ling Xuan Immortal Supre’s anger flared.
He had lived for several thousand years, always being revered even since he was the Little Immortal Monarch, and this was the first ti soone had dared to treat him this way!
"Yes, yes, if the Immortal Supre wants to roll, I’ll definitely roll." Wang Ying Xuan blinked her big eyes, cheekily grinning without being frightened, "But can you give a few more Immortal Supre Orders before I roll?"
The Immortal Supre instantly felt a strong urge to strangle her, angrily scolding, "Get lost, you scoundrel! Several Immortal Supre Orders? Not even one! Do you think these things can be casually refined?"
"Each Immortal Supre Order requires my true self to separate a strand of soul, and a large amount of Immortal Spirit Qi must be infused into the Immortal Supre Order for it to take effect; they’re not for you to use as cannon fodder."
"Ah?" Wang Ying Xuan was flabbergasted, "Immortal Supre, have you already learned what happened? Wasn’t your soul present at that ti?"
"What do you an, ’my true self knows’? Such a novelty." The Immortal Supre was furious, "Even a projection requires my true self’s consciousness to personally control. It’s not an independent personality soul avatar! And at the sa ti, my true self can only control one projection or true body."
"Uh..." Wang Ying Xuan felt embarrassed, "My bad, my bad, it’s my fault I wasn’t familiar with the setting, leading to a mistaken judgnt. I heard before that the Demon Lord Xietong from the Demonic Dynasty crafted avatars with different consciousnesses, so I thought your projection was similar to those puppet avatars~"
"Consciousness projection and the Demon Lord Xietong’s Soul Refining Avatar Technique are entirely separate matters." The Immortal Supre looked as if barely believing, "Do you truly not know?"
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