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Unlike the pampered and complacent temperament of human elites, almost none of the beastmen who rise to high positions are weak. Though their strength pales before True Sword Saints, an orderly retreat in times of crisis is effortless. Figures leaped into motion, splitting into over a dozen streams, and within a few breaths, half had already escaped—as if they had rehearsed it countless times. Xi Luo had unleashed his domain with the intent to slaughter all the beastmen elites, and naturally refused to relent. He swung his sword and charged down, only for Chen Xuanfeng to utter a two-line incantation, unfurling a pair of dark magic wings behind him as he surged upward to meet the attack. The crisscrossing Platinum-Lightning sword energy firmly blocked Xi Luo's advance.

Only after the War God Pope was the last to exit the eight-colored domain did the fissures begin to seal shut.

Seeing his efforts thwarted, Xi Luo had no choice but to retreat, refocusing on controlling his domain as he said coldly, "Fine. After I kill you, I’ll deal with those beastmen."

Chen Xuanfeng mocked with a laugh, "Xi Luo, I don’t recall teaching you the art of self-deception. Is this all you’ve learned in the Holy Light Temple all these years?"

"Hmph. Then savor the might of the *Hero Emperor Sword*—Frostblade!" Xi Luo brandished his sword and launched another assault.

This time, Xi Luo wielded the power of ice. Among the eight attributes of the Hero Sword, ice was the first to recover and the one he had mastered most thoroughly. In an instant, the crimson domain turned completely snow-white. The temperature plummeted, causing the scorched stones to pop and crackle. Thick frost spread across the earth and air, transforming the entire space into a kingdom of ice and snow.

The *Hero Sword* in Xi Luo’s hand crystallized into pure white, becoming the core of this frozen world. Countless frigid elemental forces gathered upon the blade before manifesting as thirty-three eight-meter-long crystalline halberds, all hurled toward Chen Xuanfeng. Simultaneously, Xi Luo himself followed the icy barrage, charging forward.

Chen Xuanfeng sneered, casually swinging the *Tiger Soul Blade.* Beams of Platinum-Lightning shot from the blade, vanishing into the void before erupting from all directions around Xi Luo, forming a vortex storm of thunderous sword energy that shredded both the ice halberds and Xi Luo himself into fragments. At the same time, the *Tiger Soul Blade* swept backward with a thunderous boom, blasting another Xi Luo—hidden amidst shards of ice—out of the void and sending him reeling back a hundred meters.

"Not a bad tactical idea—using an ice construct to draw my attention while hiding your true form with refraction and ambushing from behind." Chen Xuanfeng’s words carried praise, but his eyes gleamed with mockery. "But you’ve truly disgraced the domain power left by the Twelve Great Sages. This is *your* world, *your* space. The essence of a domain lies in shedding the limitations of the flesh and unrestrainedly wielding the boundless energy from the Starry Abyss. Forget unleashing all eight elemental forces—just fully mobilizing one could rival the combined might of hundreds of tenth-level mages. Instead of tapping into the domain’s core, you waste it on trivial tricks and tactics. Could it be... you’re simply incapable of wielding the Hero Sword’s fundamental power?"

Xi Luo had no retort.

In truth, when he infiltrated the Beastman Alliance, confident in the flawless power of the Hero Sword to assassinate Chen Xuanfeng, he had been brimming with certainty. After all, through rigorous training, he had indeed mastered channeling a single elemental force within the domain to unleash barrages equivalent to countless tenth-level spells—just as Chen Xuanfeng had described. Witnessing such overwhelming power, he had been convinced he could drown any foe beneath an elemental deluge. Moreover, the Hero Sword, designed by the Twelve Great Sages specifically to counter True Sword Saints, boasted an eight-colored elemental domain nearly ten times the size of those wielded by Leinster or Leimen, making it impervious to being shattered by a Sword Saint’s own domain. Thus, Xi Luo had been utterly confident in defeating Chen Xuanfeng and exterminating the beastmen’s leadership.

Yet plans rarely survive contact with reality. Xi Luo had never imagined that Chen Xuanfeng’s aura could not only influence this world but also interfere with the Starry Abyss itself. The energy tides pulsating at a peculiar frequency severely disrupted his control over the domain. Worse, this domain, housing all eight elements, required precise coordination between them to unleash its full offensive potential. Had Xi Luo been a True Sword Saint—even the weakest of Saint Sigil Knights—he could have countered these Starry Abyss disturbances with his own energy circuits. But in reality, he was merely a Sword Emperor, relying on divine artifacts and the Hero Sword to stand against Chen Xuanfeng. This aura-based tactic completely derailed his rhythm.

"Tch. Don’t get cocky—this level of interference won’t stop me!" Though startled by Chen Xuanfeng’s bizarre aura, Xi Luo still had other cards to play. Seeing ice fail, he swiftly shifted modes, initiating a new assault. "World of Light—Heaven's Descent!"

The vast domain space shifted attributes once more, this time to Xi Luo’s strongest: holy light.

Sacred golden radiance replaced the icy white, flooding the entire space. In an instant, all ancient structures within several kilometers were draped in a sanctified glow, surpassing even the peak majesty of Saint Spirit Mountain in its prime. At the heart of this luminous world, Xi Luo’s black thorn crown blazed with dazzling light. The radiance of the divine artifact, his combat energy, holy magic, and the domain’s light merged into a bridge piercing countless dimensional layers, reaching straight into the Starry Abyss—successfully isolating Chen Xuanfeng’s energy tides from the Hero Sword’s domain.

Stabilized, the radiant domain erupted with terrifying power. Without Xi Luo’s direct command, the light threads permeating the space already wove countless sigils, forming thousands of massive luminous wheels in the air. As they rotated, dense volleys of holy magic cannons fired like rain toward Chen Xuanfeng. Though individually weaker than Jin Luosha’s "Moon Goddess Cannon—Golden Thunder" (amplified by her supreme phantom beast), their sheer numbers compensated, their combined energy far surpassing the Golden Thunder’s might.