Meanwhile, the golden, black-clad elderly monk with his hair and beard flying, continuously unleashed his palms. His palm technique was gentle and swift like the wind sweeping up fallen leaves, yet the force behind it was fierce like surging waves and terrifying storms.
"Bang."
The blade’s energy shattered. Yang Ge leaped forward, his blade sweeping across like it could cut through legions. Without even looking at the results, he leaped into the air, turning back and attacking the two monks from the side.
Seeing this, the two monks shifted positions. The black-clad elderly monk roared and once again swung his palm to meet Yang Ge’s attack. The shadow of the Eight-Armed White Elephant swung its axes and halberds, while the Vajra Pestle countered the blade energy.
Yang Ge’s protective blade energy shattered. He once again struck with all his might, aiming a blow directly at the heart of the two monks. Simultaneously, he turned back around, bypassing the black-clad elderly monk and charging straight at the red-robed elderly monk.
The two monks had no choice but to continue changing positions...
The three men fought faster and faster, with palm energy flying horizontally and blade energy crisscrossing. All the while, countless fragments of broken weaponry harassed them.
The shadow of the Eight-Armed White Elephant, amidst it all, resembled a clumsy giant chasing a flea, moving in circles, completely unable to keep up with Yang Ge’s onslaught.
From a distance, one could only see countless gleaming lights of blade lights swirling around the two monks. Even Zhang Xuansu gradually could no longer distinguish which of the myriad afterimages swirling around the two monks was Yang Ge’s true form...
The two monks, also increasingly unable to keep up with Yang Ge’s attacks, naturally grew more anxious.
In the blink of an eye, over a hundred exchanges had passed. Yang Ge’s relentless assault gradually overwhelmed the monks’ cooperation.
The red-robed elderly monk saw Yang Ge’s blade edge narrowly miss the black-clad elderly monk, approaching within three feet of him. Panic-stricken, he attempted to multitask, directing the White Elephant shadow to swing its axes, tridents, and Vajra Pestles to block attacks from all directions, while simultaneously spinning prayer wheels and flicking prayer beads to cast a soul-binding mantra in an attempt to forcefully push back Yang Ge...
But multitasking inevitably slowed his thinking; the impenetrable defense of axes, tridents, and Vajra Pestles soon revealed slight flaws.
Yang Ge, who had been circling the red-robed elderly monk, instantly seized this slight flaw. With a thought, countless fragments of weaponry shot from all directions toward the golden, black-clad elderly monk, while he himself, though taking a hard hit from the Vajra Pestle, gritted his teeth, brandished his blade, and lunged forward...
"Puchi."
With his True Qi condensed to a fine point, his Cold Moon Blade effortlessly broke through the red-robed elderly monk’s Protective True Qi and stabbed into his Dantian, instantly disrupting the delicate balance of energies within the monk’s body.
Yang Ge, having lost much of his own Protective Blade Qi, also had his left shoulder blade shattered by the golden Vajra Pestle wielded by the White Elephant shadow; he even heard the sound of his bones cracking like frying beans.
In this critical moment, Yang Ge dared not linger, supporting himself with the Cold Moon Blade and pushing against the now weakened body of the red-robed elderly monk, he ran desperately forward...
By the time the black-clad elderly monk had dealt with the harassment of the broken weapon fragments and turned his head back, Yang Ge had already charged forward with the red-robed elderly monk for dozens of yards!
"Puchi puchi."
Having escaped beyond the black-clad elderly monk’s range of attack, Yang Ge immediately swung the Cold Moon Blade, slicing the barely alive red-robed elderly monk into pieces in mid-air, and then turned to kick his severed head towards the chasing black-clad elderly monk.
The black-clad elderly monk, failing to see his movement clearly, only saw a black, round object flying towards him and, without thinking, punched it.
"Bang..."
A mess of soft, bean-curd-like material splattered all over the black-clad elderly monk’s face.
In mid-air, Yang Ge’s lips trembled as he slowly turned around, his face expressionless, raising his sword and pointing it at the black-robed old monk as he chillingly said, "It’s your turn!"
Only then did the black-robed old monk realize what he had done. He glanced at his fist and then at his crumbling body, and with forced calm, he brought his hands together and said, "The outcome has been decided. Let’s call it quits for today, shall we...? Continuing the fight, you too have little chance of winning!"
"Oh? Really?"
No sooner had the black-robed old monk finished speaking than a schadenfreude laugh echoed from one side.
The two turned their heads only to see Zhang Xuansu with a straw hat on his head, his hands behind his back and a little potbelly, stepping confidently through the air with a swagger: "What if you add the old Daoist to the mix?"
Yang Ge looked at him and slowly curled his lips, his killing intent growing even colder, "Finally decided to join the fray?"
Zhang Xuansu looked at him in surprise, "You knew I was here?"
Yang Ge sneered, "What do you think?"
He actually hadn’t sensed this old guy’s presence, but he was sure the snooty Daoist was around.
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Mount Longhu was too close to Mount Huang.
If others didn’t know what Yang Potian was up to, Yang Ge could believe it.
But to say that the snooty Daoist didn’t know what Yang Potian was playing at, Yang Ge would never believe it.
"Have to say you’re a clever one!"
Zhang Xuansu cheerfully rolled up his sleeves, "Tell me, how do you plan on dealing with this old baldy today..."
Yang Ge pointed his sword at him, "You came from where, you go back there. If you don’t leave now, I’ll slaughter you too!"
Zhang Xuansu was stunned, then burst into a thunderous rage, cursing, "You wretch! The Daoist is here to help you, don’t bite the hand that feeds you, don’t recognize a good heart!"
Yang Ge grinned broadly, his eyes growing even icier, "I won’t say it a third time. Come from where, go back there. If you don’t leave today, stay behind... Or, you can try to join forces with that old baldy to kill me, bet to see if I won’t drag you down with me!"
Hearing this, Zhang Xuansu turned red and furiously shouted, "Boy, how dare you bully the elderly and the frail..."
Before he could finish, Yang Ge had already raised his sword and pounced on him.
Zhang Xuansu’s face turned pale, and without thinking, he turned and ran as fast as he could, cursing as he ran, "You’re crazy, crazy..."
Seeing Yang Ge chasing Zhang Xuansu afar, the black-robed old monk also turned and bolted.
Yang Ge chased Zhang Xuansu for a few dozen yards, and seeing that Zhang Xuansu vanished like smoke, he turned and sent a blade of light chasing after the black-robed old monk.
However, having drained most of his True Qi maintaining his attack speed against the two monks, he was now low on energy. Moreover, with internal injuries and a wounded shoulder, every attempt to gather Qi induced a surge of reverse blood flow. Thus, he could only linger far behind the black-robed old monk, walking while restoring his energy and healing his injuries...