Chapter 1938: Chapter 1934: White-Robed Elder
"Bastard!"
Hua Yingjie spat out a mouthful of blood and charged forward frantically once more.
Hua Yingjie’s cultivation was too mysterious, making his realm unstable, and he wasn’t skilled in combat before.
On the other hand, Bai Mengxian had steadily advanced through cultivation, laying a solid foundation, plus years of battle experience allowed him to completely suppress Hua Yingjie in a fight.
Hua Yingjie was already in a frenzy, not knowing how many times he was blown away, yet continued to attack desperately, completely disregarding the disparity in power.
When Hua Yingjie was blasted away again, several figures descended from the sky.
Tang Ming reached out to support Hua Yingjie’s back, dissipating the force: "Fourth brother, that’s enough, leave the rest to us."
"Damn it, why do we have to wait until he’s hurt so badly to intervene?"
Sun Zhuangjia grumbled with a dissatisfied look.
"Because this is his battle, and only when he’s given his all and still can’t achieve his goal do we need to step in."
Meng Xianjun smiled faintly.
"I want to kill him myself."
Landing on the ground, Hua Yingjie shouted through gritted teeth while spitting blood.
"Don’t worry, we’ll make sure you fulfill that wish."
Tang Ming nodded firmly while healing Hua Yingjie.
"Who are you? How dare you interfere with my Medical Immortal Workshop’s matters?"
Bai Mengxian looked at these unexpected visitors with a grim face.
"Is the Medical Immortal Workshop so great?"
Tang Ming scoffed and then the three of them simultaneously summoned their Vigorous Air Armor.
"Hiss, they’re all Martial Generals!"
Bai Mengxian gasped in shock; these youngsters in front of him were all Martial Generals, what kind of situation was this?
"Boss, it’s time for you to show off."
Meng Xianjun glanced at Bai Mengxian and motioned to Sun Zhuangjia with a smirk.
"Hahaha! Alright!"
Sun Zhuangjia laughed heartily, stepping towards Bai Mengxian: "I am the War God Sun Zhuangjia, let me play with you, old man."
As soon as he finished speaking, Sun Zhuangjia charged towards Bai Mengxian like a tank.
"Lv Dai, go find reinforcements."
Bai Mengxian shouted in panic, raising his hand hurriedly to block Sun Zhuangjia’s assault.
"Old fool, you still laughed at my fourth brother, and look at your own strength?"
Sun Zhuangjia pressed on with a body enveloped in black Gang Qi, attacking frantically while mocking.
"Cross-trained Martial General."
Bai Mengxian muttered through clenched teeth while struggling to hold on.
As the Sect Master of the Medical Immortal Workshop, Bai Mengxian focused mainly on medical skills, naturally holding an advantage against the equally non-combative Hua Yingjie.
But facing a battle maniac trained by a crazy old man, he paled in comparison.
"Fourth brother, apart from this old guy, are there any other experts in the Medical Immortal Workshop?"
Tang Ming asked while helping Hua Yingjie guide his Qi.
"There shouldn’t be any."
Hua Yingjie shook his head: "Bai Mengxian is already the strongest in the Medical Immortal Workshop, kill him and the others are nothing."
"Then what about his so-called request for reinforcements?"
Meng Xianjun asked, puzzled.
"I don’t know."
Hua Yingjie shook his head.
"Impudent, who dares to cause trouble here and ruin our good affair."
Just then, two figures, one in black and one in white, darted out from the main hall.
"Experts!"
Meng Xianjun and Tang Ming exclaimed simultaneously.
"Sirs, save me!"
Bai Mengxian, already unable to fight back against Sun Zhuangjia, called out in desperation.
"Humph!"
The white-robed elder raised his hand suddenly, unleashing an energy storm towards Sun Zhuangjia from a distance, flying like a giant python.
"Damn, Two-star!"
Sun Zhuangjia exclaimed, retreating hastily, but it was too late, as the opponent’s speed was too fast.
"I’ll handle it!"
Meng Xianjun snorted coldly, dashed to Sun Zhuangjia’s side, enveloped himself with a layer of vibrant Gang Qi, his eyes flashing purple, pushed his hands towards the energy storm, then pulled it to his side and...
The energy storm launched by the Two-star Martial General was actually absorbed into Meng Xianjun’s body after transformation.
Everyone was stunned seeing this scene.
"Is this the Purple Lightning Profound Skill?"
Tang Ming, with his hands on Hua Yingjie’s back, gulped, "What kind of sorcery is this, absorbing the attack of a Two-star Martial Master?"
"Purple Lightning Profound Skill!"
The white-robed elder stared at Meng Xianjun in astonishment: "Are you from the Meng family of Southern China?"
"Who I am is not important; what’s important is that today we stand up for my brother."
Meng Xianjun took a deep breath, adjusted his clothes, and looked at Tang Ming and the others smugly: "I didn’t get a chance to show up against the Rainbow Cloud Peak, today this battle is mine!"
"Ok!"
Tang Ming nodded, he was focused on healing Hua Yingjie and preferred not to engage if possible.
"Second brother, there are two Two-star Martial Masters on the opposite side, can you handle it?"
Sun Zhuangjia approached Meng Xianjun with a worried look.
"Third and fifth brothers can handle it, why can’t I?"
Meng Xianjun glanced at Sun Zhuangjia, "You should hurry and finish off your opponent."
"Alright, don’t let them hurt me, okay?"
Sun Zhuangjia nodded repeatedly, then charged once again towards a dumbfounded Bai Mengxian.
Seeing several Martial Generals supporting Hua Yingjie was shocking enough for Bai Mengxian, not to mention another who could withstand a Two-star Martial General’s attack, and to hear he was from the Meng family of Southern China was simply unbelievable.
He couldn’t understand how a small figure from a fallen sect like Hua Yingjie could turn the tables and make connections with so many experts.
"Watch it, let’s fight again."
Just as Bai Mengxian was caught off guard, Sun Zhuangjia yelled angrily, closing in on him.
"Humph!"
The black-robed elder snorted coldly, got up intending to protect Bai Mengxian.
"Your opponents are us, don’t be distracted."
Meng Xianjun blocked the black-robed elder.
"Since you’re from the Meng family, why are you attacking the Medical Immortal Workshop?"
The white-robed elder looked at Meng Xianjun with apprehension, wary of the Purple Lightning Profound Skill and the Meng family’s power.
"Hah! Looks like you’re not from the Medical Immortal Workshop; then why are you standing up for them?"
Meng Xianjun sneered, puzzled as he looked at the two elders: "Who exactly are you? With such strength, you shouldn’t be nobodies, right?"
"We are..."
"Is today the day you must meddle?"
The white-robed elder cut off his companion, staring intently at Meng Xianjun.
"Oh my, are you preparing for a ruthless attack?"
Meng Xianjun chuckled playfully.
"The Meng family of Southern China may be powerful, but you don’t know our identities. If you insist on meddling, killing all of you would mean no one would know about this."
The white-robed elder made no effort to hide his murderous intent: "If you retreat now, I could owe you a favor."
