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

The Su family cultivators turned ashen-faced. They had never seen such a monster before. A person who looked so young was even more ferocious than a Golden Immortal.

At the bow of the Other Shore Immortal Ship, Lu Yuan did not intervene in the battle below.

His divine sense constantly enveloped the entire battlefield, bringing everything under his control.

A slight smile of satisfaction appeared on his lips.

These are his women and his sons, who have grown up to be independent and no longer need him to do everything himself.

But his gaze quickly turned cold again. He put his hands behind his back, his eyes sharp as knives, staring intently into the depths of a spatial rift.

In his divine sense, the four Golden Immortal auras that had been dormant for so long finally stirred.

They were like four ancient ferocious beasts lurking in the abyss, slowly awakening and emanating a terrifying aura that shook the entire battlefield.

"Finally can't sit still anymore?" Lu Yuan muttered to himself, a sharp killing intent flashing in his eyes: "Then let me see just how capable you four Golden Immortals from other realms really are."

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Four completely different, yet equally terrifying pressures, each carrying an aura of crushing eternity and immortality, rose from the depths of the spatial rift like a volcanic eruption.

These four oppressive forces intertwined, like four invisible mountains pressing down on everyone's hearts.

The entire star field trembled under this power; the starlight dimmed, and space creaked under the strain, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

The intense fighting on the battlefield came to an abrupt halt at that moment.

Whether they were generals at the Mahayana stage or Void Immortals who had already condensed the Dao, they all felt a chill originating from the depths of their souls.

The figures who were wielding magical artifacts and unleashing their supernatural powers suddenly stiffened, as if they were mosquitoes frozen in amber.

Some cultivators couldn't even hold their weapons steady; their magical artifacts would slip from their hands and fall to the ground with a "clang," making a crisp sound in the silent starry sky.

"This is... the ruler of one of the four Immortal Lord-level forces in the Nine Netherworld?"

On the other side of the immortal ship, several patriarchs of small and medium-sized forces who had accompanied the army on the expedition were pale-faced, their lips trembling violently, and their teeth chattering incessantly.

Their eyes were fixed on the four terrifying figures that slowly emerged from the crack, their pupils filled with terror and despair.

"Blood Slaughter! Su Ming, the patriarch of the Netherblood Su family! Ying Shang, the patriarch of the Yaksha clan! And Jia Lantian Demon!"

An elderly ancestor with white hair, his voice trembling, recited the names one by one. With each name he uttered, his face grew paler: "Four forbidden beings at the Golden Immortal stage! How is this possible... how is this possible?"

The elders behind him collapsed to the ground, drenched in cold sweat, unable to even stand.

These four are truly at the pinnacle of combat power in the Great Luo Heaven.

Each of them possesses the terrifying cultivation level of a Golden Immortal; a mere stomp of their foot could reduce countless star fields to dust.

Normally, any one of them going on patrol would cause a tremor throughout the entire Great Luo Heaven, and small and medium-sized forces would not even dare to look directly at the pressure they exuded.

Now, the four kings have gathered!

This is no longer a simple encirclement and suppression, but a complete and utter annihilation!

"Bang!"

A deafening explosion erupted, as if the sky itself had been shattered.

A massive, blood-red foot, as large as a mountain range, emerged from the crack. The foot was covered with crisscrossing wounds, each exuding a strong stench of blood, as if it had survived countless fierce battles.

Where the foot landed, the starry sky shattered, turning into a black hole, and spatial cracks spread outwards like a spider web.

Immediately afterwards, a towering, blood-red figure emerged completely from the crack.

The Asura Clan Chief, Blood Butcher, was ten thousand feet tall, his muscles bulging like dragons, each muscle bulging as if about to explode, containing power enough to tear apart star fields.

His crimson skin was covered with dense, ancient killing demonic patterns. The patterns writhed like living things, radiating a blood-red light and murderous aura that soared into the sky.

His hair was blood-red, disheveled and hanging down his back like venomous snakes dancing wildly.

What's most chilling is the giant axe in his hand.

It was a massive black axe dragging backwards, its blade flowing with blood that seemed to never freeze, exuding an aura of overwhelming ferocity.

It was the low-grade immortal artifact—the Eight Desolate Sky-Splitting Axe, which was said to be forged from the spine of an ancient ferocious beast. With a single swing, it could cleave the heavens and the earth.

Blood Butcher's gaze was like two blood moons, looking down at Lu Yuan on the other side of the immortal boat.

His mouth twisted into a grin, revealing a mouthful of sharp, blood-red fangs, his eyes filled with contempt and a ferocious killing intent.

"So you're the local named Lu Yuan?"

The sound of bloodshed was like a booming bell, causing the surrounding meteorites to explode.

He looked down at Lu Yuan on the other side of the immortal ship, his eyes filled with contempt and ferocious killing intent: "You delicate-skinned fool, how dare you speak so arrogantly? One swing of my axe and I can shatter even your soul into dust!"

Not far from Blood Butcher, a grayish-white phantom quietly appeared.

It was an old man wearing a gray-white robe, with a gloomy face and skin as dry and wrinkled as withered tree bark.

His eyes had no pupils, only a hazy white, like two lifeless wisps of fog.

He held a black ancient book in his hands, and as the pages turned, it exuded a strong aura of death and causal fluctuations.

It is a low-grade immortal artifact—the Book of Rebirth. Legend has it that this book records the cause and effect of the life and death of countless beings. Every time a page is turned, it can deprive a life of its fortune and vitality, ultimately sending it to eternal death.

Su Ming, the head of the Su family of the Netherblood lineage.

"Brother Blood Butcher, why be angry?"

Su Ming's voice was hoarse, like two pieces of dry bone rubbing together, making people's scalps tingle: "This boy is capable of killing the vanguard we sent out, so he does have some skill."

Unfortunately, they didn't know how to assess the situation.

His pupil-less eyes turned to Lu Yuan, his gray-white gaze seemingly able to penetrate the flesh and look directly into the deepest part of the soul: "I will send him to the afterlife now. His body can be used to nourish my Book of the Underworld."

He gently stroked the cover of the Book of Rebirth, a strange smile curving his lips: "A late-stage Golden Immortal's body is a rare and excellent material."

The puppets created can retain at least 90% of their original combat strength.

Meanwhile, in the void at the edge of the battlefield, a faint aura, almost merging with the void itself, was quietly drifting about.

It was none other than the Yaksha clan chief, Shadow Sorrow. He seemed to be darkness itself, without any fixed form, like a flowing shadow.

He has integrated the dual Golden Immortal Laws of Void and Shadow, making him a natural assassin who excels at launching fatal attacks when his enemies are completely unaware.

The "Shadowless Dagger" in his hand was a semi-transparent dagger coated with an unnamed immortal poison. It was said that those who were stabbed by it would have their very souls corroded away.

He lurked in the shadows, like a venomous snake waiting for its prey, silently adjusting his position, searching for the best moment to strike.

At the deepest part of the void rift, the last figure finally appeared.

It was a pink mist, exuding both ultimate allure and wickedness.

A faint, delicate laugh emanated from the mist, like celestial music from beyond the heavens, yet possessing a bewitching power.

Upon hearing the laughter, the soldiers' gazes involuntarily became unfocused, and intoxicated smiles appeared on their faces.

As the mist slowly dissipated, the exquisitely beautiful and flawless true form of Jialan Tianmo was revealed.

She walked barefoot on the void, and with each step she took, a pink lotus flower bloomed beneath her feet, emitting a rich fragrance.

Her skin was crystal clear, as if it were carved from the finest jade.

Her face was breathtakingly beautiful; even the most powerful immortals would find it hard to resist her allure.