The Five Ancestors Zhou Chunyuan, clad in white, his divine beast cloud-pattern robe billowing, was surrounded by a massive fish, the Kun Roc swimming unceasingly.

His gaze was fixed on the distance, sensing even scenes light-years away, vigilantly observing with great divine techniques.

Those alien races dispatching such True-tier creatures to assassinate a young Venerable like Wang Xuan had too low of a success rate.

The risk was high, the chances of success low, and the cost was five True-tier kings equivalent to human Void True Immortals, along with dozens of middle and lower tier True-tier creatures.

Ultimately, such actions were unreasonable.

It was highly likely that those dozens of True-tier aliens were just a smokescreen on the surface, a ruse to cover an actual thunderous strike.

Zhou Chunyuan simply watched the slaughter from afar, too lazy to interfere, but he refused to leave the Yellow Springs Star System, keeping his eyes on Wang Xuan.

If his martial grandson were killed by a sudden alien attack, Immortal Martial Mountain would suffer a great loss indeed.

His Primordial Spirit, radiant like a great sun, swept across the Yellow Springs Star System, his burning gaze plowing through the space repeatedly, even causing the space-layers forged by human True Immortals to tremble, frightening the lurking True Immortals within the star system.

"Celestial Nether, keep an eye on Wang Xuan," Zhou Chunyuan said, stroking the back of the massive fish, the silky smoothness irresistibly pleasurable to touch.

In the depths of space, a pair of eyes glanced at the Yellow Springs Star System briefly before closing again to avoid detection by the Primordial Ancestor.

At such a level, they truly possessed the power to connect heaven and earth, and only beings of the same realm could glimpse a fraction of their might.

"Truly cautious, the Cyan Nether Immortal has already taken action, yet he remains unmoved," this presence remarked faintly.

An invisible figure said, "Isn’t that expected? That’s a sapling of an Immortal, a banner of the third generation disciples of Immortal Martial Mountain. If killed easily, Immortal Martial Mountain wouldn’t be Immortal Martial Mountain."

"We dispatched dozens of True-tier to divert their attention, making it convenient for you and me to act. Unfortunately, it seems the effect is minimal," the owner of the first voice spoke again.

The spatial layers overlapped, and with their abilities, as long as they didn’t expose themselves, even creatures of the same tier would find it hard to detect them in the short term.

Moreover, one of them was a spatial divine beast named Void-Devouring Beast, naturally feeding on space, mastering the Path of Space beyond the reach of others.

The Void-Devouring Beast said, "Demon Hunting, later when you ambush that Immortal Martial Taoist, make sure to pose a kill strike, achieve it if possible.

When you engage with the Primordial Ancestor, I’ll seize the opportunity to finish off that youngster, ensuring his death with his Primordial Spirit annihilated, completely destroying this Immortal Martial Taoist!

Once successful, you and I will jointly repel the Primordial Ancestor, gather any remaining True-tier subordinates, and leave."

This companion of his, named Demon Hunting, was not a demon hunter; rather, Demon Hunting was a powerful demon from his own realm, a hunting demon.

Any target he set his sights on would be easily hunted down.

"Okay," Demon Hunting nodded in agreement and had the Void-Devouring Beast observe the Yellow Springs Star System carefully, confirming that only the Primordial Ancestor was the Half-Step Immortal, before truly making a move.

Demon Hunting’s true form was a creature with four legs and a head, limbs shaped like blades, a beast’s head with two horns, interlocking sharp teeth, and a body covered in scales, making him an absolute close-combat predator.

The black figure emerged, crossing an unknowable distance instantaneously, appearing behind Wang Xuan.

Such speed was so fast that Wang Xuan couldn’t react in time, completely unable to even sense the forewarning or counteract.

His limbs like four long knives converged from four directions, forming a cross aimed directly at Wang Xuan.

The space had no time to shatter; the speed and sharpness of the knives were absolutely unimaginable for True-tier creatures.

A brush of the blade, and it might even cleave a star in two.

Wang Xuan’s gaze tightened, feeling as if time had slowed down, everything slowing tenfold, a hundredfold around him!

But the blade’s edge still fell amidst his chilling flesh, his immensely sturdy Purple Blood Golden Body likely no tougher to cut than wood before this blade.

Boom!

The space Wang Xuan occupied exploded into countless fragments, Demon Hunting’s lips curled, watching the youth who had been teleported onto the back of the Kun Roc.

"So, you were prepared," Demon Hunting faced Zhou Chunyuan directly, his gaze still lingering on Wang Xuan.

With his strength, even killing the Kun Roc might take a while, but killing a young man under its protection could be done easily.

If he could do it, the Void-Devouring Beast could do it even more easily by several times!

A flame of deep blue ignited, splitting into two, then four, and in the blink of an eye, countless flames emerged, enveloping Demon Hunting.

"In my hands, can you still protect him?!"

Demon Hunting charged at Wang Xuan, wielding a massive blade that blotted out the sky and sun, casting an eclipse-like darkness over the space.

This sweeping blade would slice space like tofu, and even True Immortal creatures hiding in space-layers couldn’t escape its cut.

The Kun Roc, king of speed and adept in the Path of Space, such a domineering blade nearly possessed the power of defeating all techniques with sheer might.

Thud!

A thunderous boom resounded, Wang Xuan looked up to see a Primordial Qi-formed giant hand blocking the blade, layers of dense Primordial Qi breaking, yet creating enough resistance to catch it.

Subsequently, one Primordial Qi-formed divine beast after another emerged from Zhou Chunyuan’s robe, charging fiercely at Demon Hunting.

Demon Hunting casually swung his blade, cleaving one of them instantly, whirling his limbs like a cyclone, soon annihilating all the Primordial Qi-formed beasts.

Zhou Chunyuan gestured, and the scattered Primordial Qi flew back, resurrecting the Primordial Qi-formed divine beasts from his robe, launching at Demon Hunting once more.

In such a war of attrition, Zhou Chunyuan could fight five at once without tiring for centuries.

But Demon Hunting furrowed his brow; the hundreds and thousands of Primordial Qi-formed beasts, though not life-threatening, could wound him if unchecked, yet if he did focus on them, it would be falling into the Primordial Ancestor’s trap, unable to extricate himself from this attrition.

"I don’t have time for this exchange. Experience my methods," Demon Hunting opted for offense over defense, a tsunami of countless ghostly blue flames engulfing Zhou Chunyuan.

Simultaneously, Demon Hunting’s horns emitted an inky black fluid, easily corroding space with sizzles, directed straight at Zhou Chunyuan, combined with Demon Hunting’s close-range oppressive assault, forming a three-pronged lightning strike.

Zhou Chunyuan stood in strict readiness; faced with the assault of beings of the same tier, none dared dismiss it lightly.

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In the distance, the Void-Devouring Beast had been waiting for an opportunity, its gaze intensely fixed on Wang Xuan, and seeing this scene, it knew its chance had come.

An invisible body traversed space like graphite gently traced on black paper, or like transparent glass dropped into the ocean, leaving no trace.

Silently, it appeared on the back of the Kun Roc and silently delivered a palm strike.

The entire space made not a sound, compressed into a sheet of paper, while the Kun Roc Celestial Nether, within, shrank to a little fish thicker than paper.

The vast Kun, bearing the sky-covering clouds, with wings spanning thousands of miles, now reduced to a mustard seed, even as blood burst from its veins due to that strike, its body filled with overflowing blood.

Puff!

A small spark ignited, leaving Wang Xuan unharmed, but the yellow talisman affixed to his back at some unknown moment burnt out uselessly.

Clearly, this treasure talisman had shielded Wang Xuan from a certain death strike.

Wang Xuan looked around blankly, entirely unaware of the enemy’s whereabouts, only feeling an overwhelming sense of crisis.

In the blink of an eye, the surrounding space suddenly collapsed, compressing in a radius of several hundred meters, reduced to a speck of dust.

The Kun Roc, in the late Void stage and even at its peak, had just escaped that paper-thin space, witnessing the scene before it.

Assuming a Roc form and angrily sweeping its wings, it crossed hundreds of millions of miles in an instant, but even so, it couldn’t catch up, and could only watch powerlessly as Wang Xuan was reduced to dust.