This momentum is truly overwhelming!

The place where Prince Mu landed, right in the midst of the crowd, was originally a battlefield with intense clashes and casualties.

The arrival of these two people instantly shattered the bustling scene.

Those who couldn’t dodge were immediately engulfed by the aftermath of their exchange, either torn apart by the fist wind or frozen by the frost qi, covered all over in an instant.

"Retreat!!!"

It’s unclear who shouted this, but at that moment, both the Celestial Evil Cult and numerous Martial World experts stopped fighting and retreated one after another.

Only Chang Wei and Shao Ziheng, their eyes clouded, ignored the current situation. They were under Yama’s Order, controlled by Prince Mu, but now Prince Mu was fully engaged in battle with Chu Qing, ignoring these two. Thus, they were oblivious to danger, intent on fighting fiercely.

Shao Ziheng was faster, rushing towards Sun Xiaoxiang, while Chang Wei was slower and got his feet frozen by Chu Qing’s frost qi, the frost extending up his legs, immobilizing him in place.

The scene before them was like a natural disaster.

Everyone present felt their minds buzzing.

Amid this chaos, Wen Fusheng freed himself, activating the Celestial Inference Star Control Skill, and his figure smashed towards Shao Ziheng.

His sky-filling sword shadows fell within the range of the Celestial Inference Star Control Skill, slowing down like old cattle, as Wen Fusheng pointed at Shao Ziheng’s brow, with a bang, sending him flying dead on the spot.

Sun Xiaoxiang watched the intense duel, her expression shifting:

"Why meddle?"

This remark was directed at Wen Fusheng.

Wen Fusheng’s face darkened:

"Is this how a disciple of the Ghost Emperor talks and acts?"

"Hmph."

Sun Xiaoxiang sneered, suddenly turning and rushing towards the Celestial Secret Tower.

But before she could get close, she heard a crash as coffins were flung out, rolling and spilling bodies in gray robes and ’grave’ masks — all Prince Mu!

Sun Xiaoxiang’s eyelid twitched slightly, as an old monk with a comical demeanor emerged from the tower.

Sun Xiaoxiang exchanged a glance with him, then sneered:

"You owe an explanation."

"If the Ghost Emperor asks, I’ll explain, but you ask me?"

The monk patted his belly, laughing heartily:

"Do I need to explain to you? If you dare, ask Shang Qiuyu!"

"Bastard!"

Sun Xiaoxiang was furious, but before she could react, the monk, who was in the tower, was now beside Wen Fusheng in a flash.

After a brief contemplation, Sun Xiaoxiang took a deep breath and walked into the Celestial Secret Tower.

Meanwhile, the two constantly clashing had exchanged hundreds of punches.

The momentum showed no sign of diminishing.

Wen Fusheng’s gaze was heavy, his sole concern was the unknown depth of Chu Qing’s Inner Strength, which was inevitably draining in this fierce battle.

How much longer could he last?

He wanted to risk joining Chu Qing in the fight, but feared leaving would let Celestial Evil Cult disciples enter the fray and kill.

No one else mattered, but Gentle, Bian City, Mo Duxing were all caught inside.

There was no room for any misstep, especially concerning Gentle.

Amidst his anxiety, a sound markedly different from before erupted.

It was a dragon’s roar!!

With the dragon’s roar, a white dragon-shaped force, wrapped in frost, pushed Prince Mu backward, blasting him out from the dust-covered area.

His fists clashing with the dragon-shaped force, his clothes torn in several places, his skin visible as gray-white.

Pushed by the immense force, he staggered backward repeatedly.

Crossing the open space before the Celestial Secret Tower, colliding with buildings within Celestial Secret Valley.

The buildings couldn’t halt his steps, crashing and collapsing under the force as the dragon-shaped energy ravaged through, leaving destruction in its wake.

Stone-built houses, Celestial Secret Valley crafted by the Celestial resident’s painstaking effort, were torn apart in one strike.

Interestingly, those who attempted to rush into the array ahead of time, seeking advantage, were stuck within, unable to escape.

Some were injured by traps, struggling to save themselves within the array.

Yet this unstoppable dragon-shaped force, carrying Prince Mu, crashed through, offering a way out.

But before surging forward, they were injured by the frost left along the path.

The frost couldn’t entirely freeze them into ice sculptures.

However, the cold energy, empowered by Chu Qing’s Palm Force, launched them flying, invading their bodies, causing immense suffering.

Finally, Prince Mu came to a halt.

Still poised with fists raised, his upper clothes completely shredded.

His mask bore a massive crack.

Yet he remained unscathed.

His breathing was somewhat labored, eyes lifting to gaze at Chu Qing in the distance.

Chu Qing, donned in Cyan Robe, his clothes intact, not one strand of hair out of place.

Strolling forward, as if leisurely.

Prince Mu smirked:

"Impressive Palm Technique, but... you still can’t break my Protective Divine Skill!"

"So, has your Majesty discerned my caliber?"

Chu Qing’s voice transmitted through Inner Strength, making Prince Mu’s pupils contract abruptly.

His voice remained robust despite trading punches with Prince Mu hundreds of times, even though Prince Mu initially believed his body’s Inner Strength exceeded Chu Qing’s.