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"Who won?"
The crowd looked towards the figure that was sent flying.
This figure had flown out for a few hundred meters before it managed to stop midair with difficulty, holding a silver spear, as fresh red blood flowed down the shaft of the spear.
Like a ferocious blood-red little snake, it coiled around the spear.
Drip drop, drip drop!
The blood fell, crystal clear, like rubies, emanating a powerful and pure energy.
Practitioners at the Dharma Manifestation Realm had already harnessed a force of heaven and earth, using the Dharma Manifestation as the core to turn their bodies into a mini-universe of sorts with the element of Qi circulating on its own.
At every moment, they were transforming their flesh and bodies.
Allowing their bodies to continuously evolve.
Becoming increasingly powerful.
Their every drop of blood was a panacea, which, if consumed by mortals, could prolong life.
And this figure...
Was none other than the illustrious General Sun Yao.
Sun Yao gasped for breath, and from the corner of his eyes caught a glimpse of a hideous sword wound on his shoulder - it was particularly glaring. Under the overwhelming barrage of spear shadows, Xiao Yi had sliced with a single sword stroke, and the dreadful Sword Qi even cut open his arm.
It should be known...
The distance between the two was over a hundred meters.
Xiao Yi’s Sword Qi could still wound him from across that distance. Had they fought in close quarters, Sun Yao could hardly imagine what state he would be in now. His look towards Xiao Yi grew more solemn, "How can he be so strong? A mere Eighth Layer of Tao Tribulation Realm, and he managed to wound me? Even Tianjiaao, when he was at the Tao Tribulation Realm, wasn’t this strong, right?"
Xiao Tianjiao.
He was universally recognized as the top talent of the Great Qian Dynasty.
Sun Yao had practiced in the same sect as Xiao Tianjiao and was also a loyal follower of Xiao Tianjiao, fully aware of how terrifying he was.
But even as powerful as Xiao Tianjiao was in the Tao Tribulation Realm, his combat prowess was definitely not as fearsome as Xiao Yi’s!
"Daring to lose focus during our fight?" Xiao Yi’s voice, ghost-like, suddenly appeared in his ear, startling Sun Yao into a pale face.
Subconsciously, he raised his silver spear and drew a beautiful arc beside him.
He pushed the circular arc forward.
Circle upon circle.
Dozens of circular spear arcs stacked upon each other, lunging towards the sword light stabbing from Xiao Yi. A series of crisp ’bang bang bang’ sounds followed. The round spear arcs, one after another, burst apart.
Xiao Yi’s sword in his hand was invincible, indestructible.
Everywhere it passed...
Everything was slashed to pieces.
Amidst the thundering energy and the ear-splitting noise, Xiao Yi’s figure once again shifted, appearing above Sun Yao’s head. A glint flashed in Sun Yao’s eyes: "Straight to the heart!"
Whoosh!
His body suddenly halted, and as he tightened grip on his spear, he stabbed towards Xiao Yi.
The spear thrust was like a venomous dragon across the sky.
Hum!
The silver spear tore through the air, unstoppable. Faced with the sudden thrust, Xiao Yi remained calm and composed, merely tapping a toe in the void, landing with a ’clang’ on the tip of the spear.
Ripples like those on water spread outward.
That seemingly casual tap from Xiao Yi added a weight to the silver spear, as if it had increased by tens of times in an instant. With a heavy ’boom’, the spear fell towards the ground.
And with it, Sun Yao’s body plummeted like a falling star towards the earth.
"Damn it!"
Sun Yao’s descent was extremely fast. Clenching the silver spear in his right hand, he struck the ground with his left palm.
An endless stream of Qi was struck towards the ground repeatedly.
Using the resistance to stabilize his form, Sun Yao caught a glimpse of Xiao Yi following closely behind him, and the corners of Sun Yao’s mouth lifted in a hideous cold smile: "Turnabout Spear!"
Whoosh!
His swiftly falling figure abruptly stopped in the void.
Sun Yao turned the direction of his spear, stabbing it straight towards the pursuing Xiao Yi from behind.
The Turnabout Spear was sudden.
Xiao Yi was close on his heels.
In a back and forth encounter.
It was like a needle pointing at a stalk of wheat, coming head-to-head, seemingly about to collide with the tip of the spear. Excitement appeared on Sun Yao’s face, as the Qi in his body boiled, bubbling with sound.
In an instant, silver Qi covered his arm, spreading along the spear.
Whoosh!
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The spear’s radiance swelled continuously.
Like a torrent of silver flames, it surged forth. The surrounding space quivered visibly, as if it was about to be torn apart by the sharp spear’s glow.
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"This is bad!"
"Xiao is in danger..."
Ning Luo and Nalan Qianqiu exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with shock.
Just as Nalan Qianqiu was about to take action, Nangong Shengji, who had been eagerly waiting for Xiao Yi to be unable to dodge the attack, snorted coldly. He leaped forward, his Yuan Qi undulating around him, transforming into a stream of Yuan Qi that blocked Nalan Qianqiu’s path. "It’s against the rules for you to intervene in the juniors’ fight!"
"You..."
Nalan Qianqiu was shaking with fury but was helpless.
Nangong Shengji was on par with him in strength, and if he insisted on stopping her, there was nothing Nalan Qianqiu could do.
In the blink of an eye.
The silver spear’s glow was already half a foot from Xiao Yi’s face, the chilling sharpness contorting his entire face as if being pressed out of shape. In the critical moment between life and death, Xiao Yi suddenly shouted a low roar, "Shatter!"
Hum!
At that moment, the world seemed to freeze.
Everything was as if petrified.
The wind stopped, the clouds solidified, and everyone was eerily still.
Immediately following...
A terrifying sound wave, bolstered by Yuan Qi, blasted out. As it passed, the silver spear’s glow began to crumble amidst a series of cracking sounds and disintegrate into powder.
Turning into a sky full of silver dust, it fluttered down like a heavy snow of goose feathers.
Yet the sound wave did not stop.
Hum hum hum!
In an instant, the rolling sound waves engulfed Sun Yao.
Waah!
Instinctively, Sun Yao covered his ears, his eyes bulging with terror and his pupils rapidly contracting. Almost at the same time, Xiao Yi flipped in the air. His right leg whipped out like a long lash towards Sun Ao’s head.
Bang!
Sun Yao’s body shuddered as he was sent flying by Xiao Yi’s strike.
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"Not good!"
Nangong Shengji’s complexion changed dramatically, and even his usually indifferent gaze became solemn and filled with worry at this moment.
He had just joined General Yong Wu’s ranks; he absolutely couldn’t let Sun Yao die before his eyes.
With that thought.
Nangong Shengji was about to leap into action when suddenly a figure appeared in front of him—the one who acted was Nalan Qianqiu. His face bore a mocking smirk. "Intervening in the juniors’ fight isn’t appropriate, is it?"
"You..."
Nangong Shengji’s face turned green with anger.
Moments ago, he used the same words to prevent Nalan Qianqiu from helping Xiao Yi, and now Nalan Qianqiu was using them against him.
This left Nangong Shengji saddened and infuriated but powerless!
All he could do was watch Sun Yao anxiously.
Sun Yao, proving to be tough as a soldier, quickly recovered. He slapped the ground repeatedly with his hands. Breaths of Yuan Qi pulsated outwards, beating against the ground over and over, creating enough reverse thrust to considerably slow his fall.
Plop!
The moment he landed, Sun Yao bounced up and shot to the side.
But just as he was about to rise again...
Xiao Yi had already caught up, and with a swipe, a sweeping force struck Sun Ao’s waist, sending him flying once more.
Whoosh!
Hugging the ground, Sun Yao flew over thirty meters. A dark shadow suddenly flicked past before him, and in just a moment, it had surpassed him, appearing overhead. Intuitively, Sun Yao looked forward, only to see Xiao Yi waiting with a playful look on his face.
Watching helplessly as Xiao Yi raised his arms over his head, fists together, ready to smash down.
"No..."
Sun Yao’s eyes were wide with veins popping; despair filled his gaze.
Death approached relentlessly.
But just at this critical juncture...
Whoosh!
A black shadow shot through the sky.
With a snap, it coiled around Sun Yao’s waist, and in a whoosh, yanked him out of harm’s way just as Xiao Yi’s punch hit nothing but air. As everyone looked on in confusion, a cold voice suddenly rang out from nearby, "By the order of General Yong Wu..."