Daily News: Intercepting the Female Lead at the Start, with a 10,000-fold Return

Fairy Shuiyue took a deep breath and spoke at top speed: "The Taixu defense line at the border of the Great Luo Heaven has been breached! The army of the Nine Netherworld has torn apart the boundary and launched a massive invasion! The scouts have reported that the allied forces, composed of the four royal families of the Nine Netherworld and commanded by several Golden Immortals, are heading straight for the Great Luo Heaven!"

"The four royal clans?" Ji Yaoguang frowned. "Are they crazy? How dare they provoke the Great Luo Heaven?"

"You're here so quickly?"

Gu Qingxue and the others' expressions changed, and a hint of worry flashed in their eyes.

With the four royal families joining forces and several Golden Immortal commanders, this power is so great that it could sweep away most sects even in the entire Great Luo Heaven.

More importantly, Xiao Qingcheng had just been born, which was the time when the defenses were most relaxed.

These guys are trying to take advantage of the chaos!

Lu Yuan snorted coldly. He didn't say anything, but turned to look at the daughter in Gu Qingxue's arms.

Little Qingcheng seemed to sense the change in atmosphere. With her big, clear eyes wide open, she waved her little hands and babbled, completely unaffected by the noise from the outside world.

Lu Yuan stepped forward and gently kissed his daughter's forehead.

"Take good care of your daughter."

His voice was deep, yet it contained a reassuring power.

The next moment, he turned around, took a step out of the hall, and purple-gold light condensed in his hand, transforming into a purple-gold giant sword.

It was the giant purple-gold sword transformed from the Immortal Boat of the Other Shore. The sword was three zhang long and as wide as a door panel, with Dao patterns interwoven with primordial purple energy and chaotic light flowing on its blade.

The mere act of drawing the sword released a burst of sword energy that shattered the surrounding space.

A cold smile curled at the corner of Lu Yuan's lips.

"You've come at the perfect time."

His voice wasn't loud, but it reached the ears of everyone present clearly: "It's my daughter's full moon celebration, and I'm worried about not having suitable offerings."

The fingers gripping the sword hilt tightened slightly, the fingertips turning white from the force.

"Let's use the blood of this four-tribe allied army to hold this full moon celebration!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Yuan suddenly looked up, and two beams of purple-gold divine light burst forth from his eyes.

An overwhelming killing intent, like a tangible storm, swept outwards from him in all directions!

"Pass on my order!"

Lu Yuan's voice was like a booming bell, resounding throughout the entire Qingyun Mountain Range. Every disciple, every palace, and every inch of land trembled violently at his command.

"The entire clan shall meet the challenge!"

"yes--!"

A deafening roar erupted from within the Qingyun Dao Sect.

Lu Yuan took the lead, wielding a giant purple-gold sword, transforming into a streak of purple-gold light that tore through the sky, charging headlong into the Nine Nether Army!

Behind him, Ji Yaoguang and her confidantes, Lu Li, and the elite disciples of Qingyun all took to the air!

The countless streams of light, like an inverted galaxy, followed Lu Yuan in a mighty procession, forming a battle formation.

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On the frontier of the Great Luo Heaven, at the Imperial Pass Fortress, this magnificent fortress suspended in the vast starry sky was once the first line of defense for the Great Luo Heaven against foreign enemies.

Its city walls are made of rare star iron and have been reinforced and engraved with array formations by countless generations of immortal kings, making them known as indestructible.

But at this moment, this fortress, which symbolized the majesty of the Great Luo Heaven, has been reduced to ruins.

"Boom!"

The sturdy Star God Iron City Wall was forcibly blasted into a large part, and huge fragments floated in the void.

Above the sky, a shocking cross-shaped spatial rift stretched across the heavens, as if the sky had opened a blood-red demonic eye.

The dark purple waters of the River Styx, mixed with the pungent stench of corpses and death, poured back into the enormous wound, frantically eroding the immortal energy of the Great Luo Heaven.

The sounds of fierce fighting and desperate cries intertwined, creating a chilling symphony of death.

"Kill! Leave no one alive!"

The Asura clan's giant war beasts rampaged through the ruins.

These war behemoths, hundreds of feet tall and clad in heavy armor, crushed the magical artifacts of the gatekeeper cultivators with a single bite, their sharp fangs easily tearing apart their immortal bodies.

As he chewed, blood mixed with bone fragments dripped from the corners of his mouth, creating a mournful rain of blood in space.

The largest Asura war beast set its sights on a Great Luo Heavenly Void Immortal general wielding a broken sword.

The general's breastplate was shattered, his left arm was severed at the root, and the wound was still wreathed in a curse as black as ink.

He gritted his teeth and used his remaining right hand to wield the broken sword, the sword light transforming into a hundred-foot-long bolt of lightning that slashed towards the head of the war beast.

"roar--!"

The war beast didn't dodge at all; it opened its blood-red maw and bit the sword light and the broken sword to pieces in one gulp.

The fragments of the immortal artifact were like fragile glass in its mouth, easily chewed into powder.

Immediately afterwards, it opened its huge mouth, and its sharp fangs pierced through the general's protective immortal light, tearing his immortal body in two.

As it chewed, blood mixed with bone fragments dripped from the corners of its mouth, each drop weighing over ten thousand pounds, crashing onto the ruins below, stirring up a cloud of dust, and creating a mournful rain of blood in space.

"Collect the soul! Refine the spirit!"

The black warships of the Su family of the Netherblood were suspended in mid-air. There were thirty-six of them, arranged in a strange six-pointed star formation.

Countless black soul-guiding banners hung high on the ship's side, each banner inscribed with twisted incantations in blood-red runes.

The runes writhed continuously, as if they were alive, emitting crisp swallowing sounds.

Su Minghe, the head of the Su family, stood on the deck of the main ship, his long gray hair dancing wildly in the deathly aura.

He made hand gestures to summon the soul while chanting incantations.

The soul-guiding banner moved without wind, and distorted faces appeared on its surface—the imprisoned primordial spirits.

Under the incantation of summoning souls, the souls of the soldiers who had just died on the battlefield were forcibly extracted from their bodies by an invisible force before they could even escape.

A general who had reached the Great Perfection of the Mahayana stage attempted to self-destruct his primordial spirit and perish together with the enemy before his death.

However, his primordial spirit had just left his physical body and had not yet had time to activate the self-destruction when he was bound by a pitch-black chain.

The chains were formed from pure curse power, and upon contact with the primordial spirit, they became deeply embedded within it, causing the general's primordial spirit to emit a shrill scream of pain.

The chains were suddenly yanked, dragging him into the soul-guiding banner.

Suddenly, a distorted face appeared on the banner, and it was then refined into a demon to be used by the Su family. Its eyes were no longer clear, but filled with resentment and malice towards living beings.

Occasionally, a few eerie black shadows flashed across the void.

The assassins of the Yaksha clan are like black locusts, their figures appearing and disappearing in space, each flash covering a distance of dozens of miles.

They are born with a grasp of spatial laws, hiding in the spatial layers, and ordinary divine senses cannot detect their existence.

A Yaksha assassin at the Xuanxian level has set his sights on a Da Luo Tian sword cultivator who is fighting against the Shura clan.

The sword cultivator had reached the mid-stage of the Void Immortal realm. With each swing of his immortal sword, sword energy surged forth, each strike unleashing a hundred-foot-long sword aura.