Imperial Cultivation-Chapter 907 - 903: The Woman in Red

Chu Zhiyuan still stood with his hands behind his back, not making a move.

In the void, the Sky Dragon soared, continuously injecting power into him.

Super Sense had already activated, and everything within a hundred miles was reflected in his mind.

Below the ice peak, groups of masters were rushing towards the ice peak.

On the ice peak, several groups of masters were separately besieging Zhuang Juyue and the others.

All human race masters were being attacked.

Chu Zhiyuan showed no intention of intervening immediately, wanting them to experience the true might of the demon clan masters first.

The demon clan masters they had previously encountered were weakened after arriving in the human world.

Now in the demon realm, they faced demon clan masters without any weakening.

Normally, human race masters would experience weakening here.

He didn’t feel it, but observing others’ situations, it was apparent they were weakened.

He quickly realized it was due to the Heavenly Dragon Introduction, caused by the Heavenly Dragon Bloodline.

Apart from this, he sensed a top-tier master spying from the side.

He couldn’t discern the depth of this master’s abilities, concentrating to counter, preparing to stop this top-tier master.

Fu Zheng and Lu Qingyuan joined, allowing the two Phoenix Sword Sect masters to catch a breath amidst their crisis.

The overall situation was still one of barely clinging to survival, striving not to collapse.

Fu Zheng saw Chu Zhiyuan standing still with his hands behind his back, not moving, and hastily said: "Your Highness?"

Chu Zhiyuan replied: "Where is your Moon Soul Sword Scripture?"

Fu Zheng helplessly said: "Where is its shadow? It’s without a trace."

"Rigid!" Chu Zhiyuan shook his head: "Everyone has a shadow, every demon clan too has a shadow."

Fu Zheng was taken aback.

Chu Zhiyuan said: "Actually, there’s also a Bright Moon during the day, it’s just not visible."

Fu Zheng’s bright eyes gleamed.

Her green robe suddenly blurred, then flashed, and her figure surprisingly vanished without a trace.

The demon clan masters encircling her were stunned, their actions halted.

Fu Zheng appeared behind a demon clan master, her sword tip gently slicing across the back of his neck.

The demon clan master, a burly strong man, roared and ducked forward.

Fu Zheng clung like a maggot in a bone, following him forward, her sword tip encountering obstruction, suddenly flashed and became smooth again.

"Screech—!"

A column of blood shot into the sky.

The head, eyes wide with rage, rolled away.

The headless body continued forward, while Fu Zheng vanished once more.

Chu Zhiyuan nodded in satisfaction.

Fu Zheng’s insight was quite good.

His gaze fell nearby, smiling: "I see you!"

He drew the longsword from his waist, its movement gentle, seemingly weak.

"Pop." A soft sound, the sword tip intersected with the suddenly appeared hand in the void. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

This hand was translucent, small, exquisite, a work of art like sculpted from white jade.

It was a woman’s hand.

Chu Zhiyuan swung the sword again, continuing with the Fallen Abyss Sword Technique.

The originally disappearing white jade hand once more collided with the sword tip, producing a crisp "pop" sound.

Chu Zhiyuan’s Fallen Abyss Sword Technique differed from Fu Zheng and Lu Qingyuan’s Fallen Abyss Sword Technique.

Though appearing supple and slow, it directly pierced the hand instead of clashing with the hand seal.

It seemed slow but was actually quick, only the eyes were deceived by the sword into thinking it was slow.

"Oh?" A light laugh, a red-robed woman emerged from the void.

She faced Chu Zhiyuan’s longsword, casually striking, the jade hand crashing against the sword tip.

The sword tip clearly pierced the hand but couldn’t break the skin, not even leaving a white mark.

Chu Zhiyuan felt a peculiar sensation.

He thought this woman’s skin was like the hard ice of the ice peak.

In his hand was the Treasure Sword, driven by True Yuan, utilizing the Fallen Abyss Sword Technique.

The Fallen Abyss Sword Technique devours protective True Essence, thereby weakening its defense, allowing the sword tip to pierce the skin.

But this red-robed woman’s hand was mere flesh, yet it could block the Treasure Sword.

Chu Zhiyuan stepped back, scrutinizing the red-robed woman before him.

Fu Zheng nearby flashed and vanished, her sword silently, effortlessly, had already slain three demon clan masters.

The sturdy men attacking her became nervous, focusing nine-tenths of their efforts on defending against Fu Zheng.

Consequently, Lu Qingyuan and the two Phoenix Sword Sect masters could breathe easy, pressure dropped sharply.

Chu Zhiyuan scrutinized the red-robed woman, spoke indifferently: "What deity are you, miss?"

This woman had a slender figure, alluring curves wrapped in a red robe, resembling a flame blazing fiercely.

Her features were chiselled like jade, stunningly beautiful, making him hallucinate seeing Li Hongzhao.

A powerful Li Hongzhao should look like this.

The beautiful red-robed woman chuckled softly: "Who are you all?"

Chu Zhiyuan solemnly said: "We unintentionally barged into this place, surrounded and attacked, forced to defend ourselves."

"You’re humans, aren’t you?" The beautiful red-robed woman gently shook her head: "To reach the depths of my demon realm, truly impressive."

She glanced at the attackers nearby, gently shook her head: "Good cultivation, are those revered from the human race?"

Chu Zhiyuan frowned.

This red-robed woman was enveloped in a dense mist, making it hard to see through her.

Yet intuition told him this woman was dangerous, requiring caution, best to avoid and escape.

The red-robed woman chuckled: "Since you’re here, stay awhile, it’s been ages since I saw masters of the human race."

With that, she flashed, and her white jade-like hand was suddenly before Chu Zhiyuan.

Chu Zhiyuan retreated his sword, extended his palm, advancing a step.

"Boom!"

A turbulent force erupted, sending everyone in battle flying.

They seemed swept by a fierce tide, unable to control their bodies, tossed a hundred feet away.

Fu Zheng and Lu Qingyuan glared over, airborne, seeing Chu Zhiyuan and the red-robed woman with hands clashing, their clothes fluttering in the wind.

"Good palm force." Chu Zhiyuan calmly observed this beautiful woman.

He employed the Heavenly Dragon Divine Palm, pushing his cultivation to the limit.

From the red-robed woman’s warm palm came boundless mighty force, threatening to overturn him.

"Underestimated you." The red-robed woman chuckled, eyes sparkling: "Is there still strength left?"

Chu Zhiyuan coldly replied: "Let’s see who runs out of strength first!"

Above the void, the Sky Dragon soared, injecting pure and abundant power into him.

Knowing Chu Zhiyuan needed strength, its power injection was about four times the usual.

Normally, he’d be uncomfortable with this much, now he wished for more power.

The red-robed woman smiled, her palm gradually becoming transparent, faintly revealing veins, tendons, bones.

Chu Zhiyuan’s expression turned serious.

The red-robed woman’s palm force seemed endless, vast as the sea.

He suddenly stepped forward.

The red-robed woman also stepped forward, their hands tightly pressed together, bodies close.

She exhaled orchid fragrance, her skin like condensed fat.

The palm force once more violently erupted.

"Boom!"

The crowd about to fall from the sky was blown flying again.

Fu Zheng and Lu Qingyuan reluctantly swung the Fallen Abyss Sword Technique to dissipate the violent power.

The red-robed woman laughed softly, the dazzling beauty lit up: "Few in this world can match my palm force!"

Chu Zhiyuan said: "Quite a boast, who exactly are you!"

The red-robed woman chuckled, stunningly beautiful: "First, tell me who you are."

Chu Zhiyuan snorted, silent, focused on urging the Heavenly Dragon Divine Palm, also trying to activate Super Sense to gain insight into her.

Still unable to determine which clan she belonged to.

Within the demon clan, numerous tribes existed, outsiders struggled to identify which tribe.

With cultivation, their demon clan traits diminish, increasingly resembling humans.

Upon reaching the Venerable Realm, they’re indistinguishable from humans, only revealed as demon clan upon death.

The red-robed woman’s cultivation surpassed his, naturally he’d fail to see her clan.

Appearing only as a beauty, mistaken as human.