“I am just a regular cultivator, and don’t know any combat arts of the divine race.” With a wave of his hand, Lu Shenhou summoned the immortal sword buried before Qing Han. “However, just fragmented combat arts are sufficient enough to kill you.”

Hum.

A black glow blossomed from Lu Shenhou’s body as inner energy rushed through him, unleashing the power of his peak returned void cultivation. A great vortex of energy from the land emerged over his head, rampaging through the air like a behemoth of a black dragon.

Expression grave, Qing Han opened her hand and activated the power of starstones once more. Silver starlight washed over her.

“Allow me,” said a familiar voice. Lu Yun treaded on air and...