1,700 Years, the Dragon was Born.

"If you often walk along the riverbank, your shoes are bound to get wet," Little Supreme said with a teasing tone, then asked again, "Am I right, Xu Zhen?"

Xu Zhen did not reply, but stared fixedly at the Great Emperor Legacy of the Immortal Realm. Focusing her gaze and speaking in a low voice, she said,

"You dare come too?"

The Great Emperor Legacy laughed lightly and retorted, "Why wouldn't I dare? There are so many in the Immortal Realm who want you dead. I myself also want you dead. This would free up an emperor's seat in the future, which might end up being taken by me."

Xu Zhen's expression was gloomy. After a long pause, she cursed,

"Wretched thing."

Her words were still vicious.

Ma Xiaohong at the side held her sword steadily. Her usually trembling body was not shaking this time. Looking at everyone, this was the first time she was not timid.

It was not a transformation; there was simply a reason she had to unsheathe her sword.

Xu Zhen glanced around, her gaze landing on the Divine Realm Prince. Just as she was about to speak,

The Divine Realm Prince quickly spoke first, "I won't make a move. I'm only here to strengthen our side. If anyone else comes to help you, that's when I'll join the fight."

"Then you've got half a dead horse on you," Xu Zhen also understood this logic.

The Divine Realm Prince pursed his lips, his expression complex, but ultimately did not escape.

In fact, with his arrogance, he really did not want to participate in this encirclement. But in the Great Death Realm, arrogance was not very useful. In other words, Little Supreme and the Immortal Realm were giving too much incentive.

This encirclement was initiated by Little Supreme and the Immortal Realm.

There was no need to elaborate on Little Supreme; he and Xu Zhen already had no small grievance. But for the Immortal Realm to also participate was somewhat thought-provoking.

This showed that Xu Zhen did not have very good relations.

In short, the encirclement had begun, and with such a lineup, it undoubtedly meant certain death for Xu Zhen with basically no possibility of escaping from the Great Saint Ruins.

Unless another top heaven's proud genius came to help, such as the Little Celestial Emperor of the Celestial Realm, the Water and Fire Immortal, and the like.

But this was clearly impossible.

Little Supreme waved his hand with a laugh. "I'm too lazy to waste words with you. Hand over all the opportunities on you and I'll let this shrimp in the Half-Step Origin Realm beside you live."

"No need," the voice was neither loud nor soft, but enough for all the cultivators present to hear clearly.

It was Ma Xiaohong's words. She hugged her sword tightly, her slightly long hair covering her eyes, but the "No" was sufficient to express her intentions already.

It was not that she was unafraid of death, but rather she did not want to survive alone.

Little Supreme's brows twitched as he let out a cold laugh. "Then fine. I'll kill both you thoroughly and obtain your opportunities and Sword Saint opportunities!"

That was their purpose this time.

The heaven prides wanted to obtain the Sword Saint opportunity from Ma Xiaohong, while the Immortal Realm wanted to kill Xu Zhen.

With such an agreement of minds, they started their collaboration.

"Xiaohong, hold formation!" Xu Zhen suddenly shouted and hastily retreated backwards.

Ma Xiaohong followed behind her as the two very quickly fled.

"Chase!" Little Supreme bellowed furiously, his figure transforming into flowing light and giving chase.

The other few heaven prides followed.

The Divine Realm Prince crossed his arms, standing in place without moving. Suddenly, he turned his head and said, "Done with watching the show and no thoughts?"

Space rippled open.

Sword Second walked out from within, shaking his head. "The Supreme Realm recalled me and gave me a death order."

"Not bringing your Life Soul Sword?" the Prince asked again.

"Who knows?" Sword Second smiled helplessly. "The mission that man gave me is probably impossible to accomplish. As for my Life Soul Sword, I'm afraid that's also in jeopardy."

He was silent for a moment before shaking his head again.

"Let it be then. I originally thought I was the most carefree sword cultivator in heaven and earth, yet who would have thought that when something really happens, I'm still so helpless."

"Nothing unusual," the Prince shook his head. His gaze shifted again as he asked, "What do you know about that Lightning Sword Sovereign?"

"Very powerful," Sword Second replied.

"I know that," the Prince answered.

"He's even stronger than what you know," Sword Second gave his personal opinion. "He's becoming stronger at a rate faster than all of us. It's as if there are two people cultivating him at the same time."

The Prince frowned, puzzled and uncomprehending. "So strange?"

"Indeed that strange," Sword Second nodded.

"Then where did he go after?" the Prince continued asking.

Silence first.

Sword Second clasped his hands behind his back, gazing at the dim stars, and softly said, "What if I said he might have remained in the Dead Sea Star River; would you believe it?"

The Prince furrowed his brows, his expression serious. "Are you saying he obtained the Celestial Dragon opportunity?"

"I didn't say that ..." Sword Second shook his head, then added: "He just disappeared temporarily; he'll be back. My Life Soul Sword is telling me so..."

"Hmm, I wonder if it's still my Life Soul Sword. It just feels weird somehow."

The Prince glanced at him and patted him on the shoulder to comfort him. "It's fine. Stay strong."

Sword Second had a complex expression.

As the two chatted, the fighting continued up ahead.

Xu Zhen and Ma Xiaohong kept retreating as they fought, running circles around the Great Saint Ruins without giving the other heaven prides a real chance to surround and kill them.

The other heaven prides were also quite infuriated by this. In terms of escape techniques, Xu Zhen was rather formidable, effortlessly executing spells like Lock Ground to be as Immovable as a Mountain, Hold the Mountains and Rivers in the Palm.

For a time, this encirclement became a farcical game of cat and mouse, attracting the attention of other cultivators who gathered to spectate and even placed bets on who would win.

Fortunately, the Great Saint Ruins was a rather small area. As long as people fanned out, it was destined that the encirclement could trap the quarry.

And it was just as the encirclement was formed.

In the vast heart lake amidst the Dead Sea Star River,

The cocoon split open inch by inch.

Within was an unblemished and pure white figure that emerged and muttered to himself, "Two hundred years early, but this will do."

His pure white eyes flashed as motes of gray and white suffused his entire pupils.

At this moment—

Chen Xia suddenly reached out and grabbed hold of an entire timeline.

An abyssal dragon roar sounded.

His body transformed into lightning, then a celestial dragon traversing the timeline!

Little Supreme's face was livid as he exerted his full strength. He let out a cold laugh,

"The most enjoyable part about a cat tormenting a mouse game is when the cat starts maiming the mouse. The mouse will let out piteous cries with blood flowing everywhere, its life ebbing away bit by bit until it whimpers its last dying breath."

"That's really fun."

"I concur," a bland voice chimed out of nowhere abruptly.

Like a thing that did not originally exist suddenly appearing without any forewarning...

Chen Xia was standing before everyone.

Clad in a green robe, utterly ordinary.

"Bro... Brother Xia!" Xu Zhen's eyes were wide with pleasant surprise on her face.

"Uhh... uhh..." Ma Xiaohong was so agitated that she had been struck dumb.

"It's been about two thousand years since we last met, right?" Chen Xia suddenly turned and lightly smiled as he asked the two women.

"It hasn't been that long, only one thousand seven hundred and three years plus another five days," Xu Zhen had the exact time memorized firmly.

"Quite long as well," Chen Xia laughed, then turned around and started pointing out the cultivators before him.

"One, two, three..."

"Forget it, too lazy to count,"

His crimson left eye flashed radiantly as his lips curled into a grin. And he declared,

"All present today must die."

Little Supreme's expression was icy cold as he bellowed, "What the hell do you think you are, daring to say that!"

He had obtained the Great Saint opportunity and was now the strongest combat power in the Great Death Realm.

The moment the words left his mouth—

In the next second, the cultivators saw clouds of thunder filling the sky that seemed to contain faint dragon roars.

There was no time to grasp the situation clearly.

When they came back to their senses, what they saw shocked them speechless.

Beneath the thunderclouds.

Chen Xia's left hand was suffused in dark purple celestial thunder that held Little Supreme's head firmly as he peered into the shocked expression on the latter's face and cheerfully asked,

"Speak again?"