An indescribable aura appeared beside the Chief Envoy without any warning.

This aura was vast as the sea and deep as a mountain.

It did not deliberately reveal pressure, yet the tumultuous blood within the Chief Envoy instantly calmed, and the depleted True Yuan seemed nourished by sweet spring water, even the soul felt a strange tranquility.

The official puppet raised its blood-red eyes, the massive body hesitated slightly, as if it sensed an unprecedented threat.

It abandoned chasing the Chief Envoy, the heavy head slowly turned, giving up pursuit of the Chief Envoy with unstable aura, its gaze fixed within his shadow.

The shadow seemed to have substance, silently twisting, a figure "flowed" out from it.

Dust dispersed slightly, a figure in a black robe stood quietly.

His appearance was soundless and silent.

"Supreme!"

The Chief Envoy’s voice carried the tremor of survival after disaster, instinctively preparing to bow.

The Supreme did not turn back, only glanced calmly at him through the mask, his intentions clearly apparent in his eyes.

The Chief Envoy instantly understood, suppressing his injuries, without hesitation turned around, his figure merged into the alley shadows, swiftly slipping towards outside the city.

They had already been trapped, now the only option was to escape with all their might, try to preserve themselves.

The official puppet roared, stepped forward, the ground cracked and sunk, the dark giant fist struck directly at the Xuan black figure.

Before the fist reached, the violent fist pressure had crushed the already unstable walls of the alley completely!

Facing this world-shattering punch, the Supreme only slightly raised his right hand.

No earth-shattering explosion, nor a dazzling spectacle, his palm elegantly met the attack.

Fist and palm collided.

Time seemed to stretch at this moment.

The expected tremendous clash did not occur, only a "puff" sound, like a heavy object sinking into the swamp.

The giant fist of the official puppet was firmly resisted by that hand, the overwhelming Fist Gang submerged like a clay ox into the sea, the stone slabs under the Supreme’s feet silently turned to powder, sinking, yet his figure remained unmoving.

Immediately afterward, the Fist Gang that was supposed to sink washed back through the Supreme’s arm, reversed into the official puppet’s arm.

The official puppet was slightly hindered by the counterforce of its own power, the twisted sound of metal suddenly echoed, its giant arm began to deform at a visible speed, the thick Xuan Iron encasing it emitted a groan under the unbearable pressure, the mountain-like body retreated uncontrollably for the first time, iron feet plowed out two deep trenches.

"Roar!"

The official puppet roared, a more ferocious and violent aura spread from the armor crevice, another giant claw swept across.

The Supreme moved like a specter, disappearing in the moment the claw approached, the next moment appeared on the official puppet’s shoulder.

His fingers formed a sword, the fingertips surrounded by a faint darkness, silently and unerringly pointed towards the official puppet’s Heavenly Spirit Cover.

Ding.

A clear sound, like gold and jade striking, the massive head of the official puppet trembled violently, its movements stagnant again.

A deep dent was forcefully etched at the top by that finger power, chaotic strands of Primordial Qi overflowed.

Amidst the entanglement between person and puppet, Yang Chongwei was already stunned with eyes wide open, taking the opportunity of their disregard, retreated to several elite members of the Forbidden Army, gasping for breath, drenched in blood, the cracked right tiger’s mouth still trembling slightly.

"Assistant... Assistant General! What... what is going on?" A bodyguard was still shocked, pointing at the fierce battle between the Xuan black figure and official puppet, voice hoarse, "Those in black... aren’t they people of the Divine Sect? This iron lump... isn’t it something from the Prince Mansion? Why... why are they fighting?! Aren’t they supposed to be allies?"

Yang Chongwei wiped the bloodstains from his face, his gaze filled with suspicion, at this moment temporarily separated from the battle, he realized something was wrong,

"...Goddamn... could it be this iron lump has lost control?"

Mumbling, suddenly a clear and hearty laughter echoed from afar,

"Thanks to General Yang for keeping the Divine Sect Heretics occupied for my Prince Mansion!"

Yang Chongwei snapped his head upwards, and saw atop the towering building roof, a figure dressed in Xuan-colored Python Robe standing proudly, who else could it be but the Prince of Annan, Qin Qingluo?

Boom!

Yang Chongwei felt a rush of hot blood straight to his head, instantly comprehending everything!

They had been played like fools from the start!

"Fuck..."

Yang Chongwei had just uttered two words, when he saw the official puppet glance backward, and he roared furiously, "Fuck your Supreme mother!"

"Damn you monstrous freak, made Laozi suffer losses! Prince of Annan is wise and mighty, acting on behalf of heaven!"

The shout echoed amidst the ruined alleys, both enraged and absurd.

Above the high building, the Prince of Annan did not pay heed, turned his head, with eyes sharp as an eagle, swept across the crisscrossing streets, instantly pinpointed the direction where the Chief Envoy disappeared into the darkness.

The Chief Envoy pushed all his True Qi to the extreme, his form madly darting through the narrow and complicated alley, like a fish merging into shadows.

He dared not stop, the immediate need was to escape and survive.

He rounded a corner piled with discarded bamboo baskets, in the alley ahead, a figure was speeding towards him.

The Chief Envoy’s heart relaxed sharply, an ecstatic joy at finding a lifeline surged, instinctively shouting, "Battalion Commander Chen! Hurry! There’s..."

Before he could finish his sentence,

Chen Yi moved.

A streak of sword light fiercely descended, the piercing Sword Qi arrived instantly.

"You!" The Chief Envoy’s soul nearly left his body, the sword caught his moment of lax mind, unavoidable, his hands poured full force, fiercely slapped towards the sword spine.

Screech.

The sword edge sliced past the lower edge of his mask, the sharp Sword Qi tore a long gash in the black robe on his chest, his palms struck the sword spine with a dull impact, barely diverting the fatal strike, but the formidable Sword Qi caused his arms to tremble violently, blood and Qi churned.