The invisible "force" is like a cup of tea that is on the verge of overflowing in a cup, round and flawless.

Crack.

Feeling a drop of warm liquid splashing on her face, Xiang Ling slowly opened her eyes at that moment and saw the figure standing in front of her, her calm black pupils slightly narrowing.

The silver long hair fluttering in the wind was stained with dazzling blood stains. The owner of the silver hair held a sword with her left hand in front of her, while her right hand maintained the posture of swinging the broken swords. Both swords were broken.

Several tens of meters in front stood a black and a white mighty green bird. The black-feathered one had half of its left wing severed, and the remaining half was bleeding profusely. The other white-feathered bird was cautiously guarding her while simultaneously making threatening and intimidating screeches towards Tiran.

Without a doubt, it was the Silver War Maiden blocking her way.

Even deep down in Xiang Ling's heart, where her pride lay, she was also amazed by Tiran's performance. To wound one of them severely without fully entering the Holy Rank and facing a two-on-one battle, Xiang Ling doubted she could do any better under the same circumstances.

"You've worked hard, Silver War Maiden. Next, I-"

Even Xiang Ling herself did not notice the gentleness in her tone as she reached out and gently touched Tiran's shoulder.

However, Tiran did not respond. Instead, with a gentle touch, Xiang Ling seemed to have pushed over a domino piece. Tiran's body immediately lost its support and fell back weakly.

With one hand holding a long spear and the other embracing Tiran's waist, Xiang Ling finally saw the heart-wrenching wound on Tiran's chest caused by the mighty green bird’s claws, which, along with the blocked swords, cut a bloody scar from her left shoulder to her right rib.

Xiang Ling didn't waste time with useless questions like "Are you okay?", as it was clear that Tiran was far from fine. Besides the chest wound, miraculously, there were no other injuries. Moreover, Tiran seemed to have a good healing ability since the terrifying wound didn’t bleed too excessively.

Leaving the long spear standing by her side, Xiang Ling locked her gaze on the two mighty green birds who had suffered in the previous confrontation with Tiran. Xiang Ling gently laid Tiran's body flat on the ground and swiftly took out her usual ointment box from her pocket to start treating Tiran's wounds.

Though her eyes were not on Tiran, her movements were remarkably precise. She tore open the blood-soaked clothes, gently wiped away the bloodstains around the wound with a clean gauze, and swiftly applied the ointment, resembling that of a military medic.

"Hiss!"

Tiran, who was almost unconscious, opened her eyes in response to the stinging sensation caused by the ointment on her wound, unable to make any sudden movements due to the intense pain in her chest, feeling quite uncomfortable.

"What… is this…"

Even though she briefly regained consciousness, Tiran's voice remained weak, barely audible, with the sensation of wanting to jump but constrained by the pain in her chest.

"If you can still feel pain, it seems your condition isn't too bad yet, Silver War Maiden," Xiang Ling couldn't help but smile. "Don't worry, it's over."

Xiang Ling squeezed Tiran's hand with her left hand and picked up the long spear with her other hand before standing up.

If it's over when you say it's over, wouldn't it be embarrassing for me?

"Wai...wait, there's still on…one thing..."

Although seemingly on the brink of fainting at any moment, the princess still insisted on finishing her last sentence.

"The law is... density... Ah, I'm dead." Transmitting information at the cost of severe bodily injury seemed a bit out of tune. Tiran finally felt relieved and rolled his eyes before passing out.

The injury on his chest was indeed severe, but Tiran's physical strength was comparable to that of a dragon, so he wouldn't faint normally. However, continuously using the Time Law by invoking a concentrated magic formation to launch a spatial slashing attack in front of Xiang Ling, the mental pressure was just too overwhelming.

When Tiran fainted, Xiang Ling's breathing faltered for a moment. After confirming that Tiran had merely fainted, she felt slightly reassured. After twirling her long spear in her hands, she pointed towards the two wild beasts.

Even if they were both at the Earthly Immortal level, facing two reckless wild beasts in an unprepared situation would be difficult. Luckily, Tiran had bought enough time for herself.

Xiang Ling didn't like making uncertain claims. Since Tiran had gone all out to intercept the enemy before gathering her full strength, she naturally intended to defeat the opponents as she had promised.

The shattered wing injury of the black-feathered wild beast healed under its potent self-healing ability, and the two beasts rallied again, launching an attack together against Xiang Ling.

Tiran's judgment was not wrong; their laws were both "density," which rendered physical attacks ineffective against their sturdy bodies and transformed ubiquitous matter into deadly enemy prisons.

For example, the air.

In almost an instant, Xiang Ling felt the same sensation she had when she first encountered the white-feathered wild beast. The combined effects of the two wild beasts' identical laws intensified more than twofold. The air began to feel denser than gas, transitioning from air currents to gel-like solidity that rapidly hardened, acquiring the texture of stone within a single breath.

"..."

Attempting to swing her spear, Xiang Ling immediately encountered immense resistance and then sensed the oppressive weight of being crushed by rocks.

Her response, however, was astonishingly simple.

Taking a half-step back with her right foot, Xiang Ling lightly touched the ground with her left hand. Her body seemed like a taut longbow or a cheetah poised for action. Her spear shot forth like a javelin, and she vanished from her original position, leaving behind only a shallow pit where she had stood.

The black and white wild beasts almost simultaneously activated the law of time, entering a world where time flowed infinitely slowly. However, the spear that was launched remained unaffected, speeding towards the white-feathered wild beast like a red meteor while Xiang Ling, who had just vanished, reappeared in front of the black-feathered wild beast.

She was clearly trapped by the dense air that she had intensified. Why?

Such a question flickered through the black-feathered wild beast's mind, but time did not allow her to contemplate further. Xiang Ling, who had thrown her spear, showed no signs of weakness. Following a rapid teleportation sequence, she unleashed a series of punches towards the wild beast, whose physical attributes far exceeded those of humans.

The first punch hit the black-feathered wild beast's face, the second one struck the shattered wing, and the assault continued, without any profound technique, just the basic application of combat skills learned by all recruits in the military. However, Xiang Ling executed them at an incredibly fast pace, generating a flurry of punches too dense to distinguish, culminating in a final powerful kick that sent the battered black-feathered wild beast tumbling into the ground.

The black-feathered wild beast, though formidable, maintained consciousness even after enduring numerous attacks that would have crushed a lesser being and cost them half of their vital essence. Enhancing the density of the steel feathers on her body to withstand the assaults and manipulating the density of the ground beneath her to reduce impact damage, her defense was impenetrable.

Yet, this alteration caused the ground to turn excessively soft and gel-like, effectively reducing the damage from impact. However, faced with the colossal force of Xiang Ling's final kick, the black-feathered wild beast had no choice but to sink deeply underground.

On the other side, Bai Yu Mangqing barely dodged the attack from the red meteor and saw Xiang Ling assaulting his spouse, immediately changing the density of the air around Xiang Ling in an attempt to repeat the same technique, but was still blatantly ignored by Xiang Ling as if drinking water.

How is this possible?!

The shrill scream emitted by Bai Yu Mangqing at this moment roughly translates into human language as: How is this possible?!

In terms of strength, Xiang Ling undoubtedly had stepped into the realm of "Dao" without a doubt. Actually, due to the differences in the cultivation systems of the Eastern and Western continents, there are some distinctions between Dao and laws. Some definitions of Dao are even more general than laws, encompassing not only the laws of the world but also some artificially defined "concepts."

Take, for example, the Dao that Xiang Ling cultivated.

The founding emperor of the Western Empire, the one who rose to power in the Chu region and was once known as the Hegemon King of Western Chu, Xiang Yu, had indeed lived up to his reputation in legends. If it was merely about lifting a cauldron, it would not be worth mentioning for him. This formidable outsider who could battle against Earth Immortals had inherited a unique form of cultivation from the royal family temple, a cultivation method that, once perfected, could shatter ten thousand laws with a single force and sweep away armies with a single sword stroke—the "Hegemonic Dao" that Xiang Ling cultivated.

Although in the cultivation world, outsiders were often considered practitioners of unconventional and extreme methods, Xiang Ling, after cultivating the Hegemonic Dao passed down by the royal family, had increasingly felt its immense power over the years. This so-called Hegemonic Dao relied on overwhelming power—whether it be authority, wealth, armies, or simply brute force—to conquer and crush everything. The "Dao" handed down by Xiang Yu was a force that made all laws and grand paths pale in comparison, capable of crushing through any obstruction no matter what it was, even if it was as hard as diamond. Wherever it went, it conquered everything, even the laws were no exception.

Mang Qing's manipulation of the density of the law was actually useful, but to be blunt, regardless of how tough the air or even diamond might be, as long as Xiang Ling's Dao was strong enough, he could punch right through it.

Xiang Ling's Dao directly ignored all the myriad changes of the opponent's laws, defying all the laws and grand paths and engaging directly in the most intense confrontation of law strength.

To put it bluntly, instead of being fancy, just roll up your sleeves and get straight to the point, essentially embodying simplicity and directness to the utmost. Whoever is weaker is simply disregarded, as easy as basic arithmetic.

Apart from the "Hegemonic Dao," the royal family also possessed another set of techniques that could accumulate and release a set of "law forces" that even ordinary Holy Rank cultivators or Earth Immortals found ethereal.

The existence of these techniques nearly ensured that Xiang Ling could fully demonstrate the effects of the "Hegemonic Dao" in battle, with the only drawback being the need for preparation time. And Tyrant seizing time was Xiang Ling's trump card to ensure victory.

"Roar!"

White Yu Mang Qing, who chose to take a desperate gamble, once again danced and stirred up a fierce tornado, with fast-spinning steel feathers turning it into a meat grinder, unleashing towards Xiang Ling with imposing momentum.

But it was already futile. Not even needing a weapon, Xiang Ling pointed his right hand like a sword, slashing through the air, as the red spirit power and the power of the Dao turned into a sword that tore apart the fierce wind coming towards him.