Moke stretched out a hand. Terrifying Saint Essence condensed into a dark giant hand that clawed toward Nangong Wan. “Come here!”
The space around Nangong Wan warped, and she vanished from where she stood. At the same time, the other ten Saint King Realm cultivators launched their attacks at Moke.
“Damn alien! Get out of the Xuanhuang Realm!”
Facing the combined assault of ten Saint King Realm cultivators, Moke casually gripped an iron hammer and swung it with savage force. Violent lightning surged forth, shattering the incoming attacks before streaking toward the cultivators.
Boom!
Faced with lightning powerful enough to rip apart space itself, all ten Saint King Realm cultivators were blasted back dozens of meters.
After that casual strike, Moke fixed his gaze upon Nangong Wan, who had reappeared from the distant void. A hint of surprise flashed through his eyes.
“You actually specialize in the Dao of Space. Interesting.”
Once one stepped into the Dao Entry Realm, one’s cultivation path became closely tied to the various laws. Though the Great Dao had countless branches, strange and varied, each with its own uses, some laws were exceptionally difficult to cultivate.
Space and time, for instance. It was not difficult to touch upon such powers, but achieving mastery and truly grasping their laws was extraordinarily hard.
Of course, while such laws were difficult to command, anyone who mastered them would inevitably be far stronger than cultivators of the same realm.
“If you were allowed to break through into the Quasi-Dao Entry Realm, you alone could probably hold off three or four of us.”
“Unfortunately, fate is on our side in the end.”
With that, Moke shot toward Nangong Wan like a ghost.
Just as Nangong Wan was about to flee through the void, a web of lightning sprang into existence, sealing off the surrounding space. A trace of Lightning Law churned through the void, shattering the space around her and preventing her from escaping by spatial means.
“My Mystic Heaven Iron Hammer carries a trace of the Lightning Law. At your current level, you cannot move freely through space in the face of the power of laws.”
Nangong Wan’s expression darkened. She frantically circulated her cultivation technique and found that she truly could not break through the Lightning Law’s blockade.
The smile on Moke’s face widened.
“Don’t be afraid. To thank you for delivering such a great gift to the Shamo Clan, I’ve decided to slaughter every human in the Xuanhuang Realm and send them to accompany you in death.”
Looking at Moke’s ugly, greedy smile, Nangong Wan steeled her heart and prepared to forcefully invoke the power of her immortal bone once more.
But in the next instant, a voice rang out.
“How dare you alien scum bully a disciple of our Demon Sect!”
A dense, towering aura of malevolent energy erupted into the sky, transforming into a sword that shot straight toward Moke.
Bang!
Moke narrowed his eyes and raised his iron hammer to block the attack condensed from malevolent energy, taking several steps back.
“Who are you people?”
Sensing the auras of the three newcomers, Moke’s expression turned grim.
The arrivals were Gu Changsheng, Lin Wanyi, and Monk Puxuan of the Great Thunderclap Temple, all of whom had successfully broken through to the Quasi-Emperor Realm.
Gu Changsheng and Lin Wanyi had gained insights from the Ascension Tribulation years ago. After many years in seclusion, they had finally achieved their breakthroughs. Monk Puxuan, meanwhile, had lingered at the peak of the Saint King Realm for thousands of years. His foundation was exceptionally profound; all he had lacked was the right opportunity.
Unexpectedly, all three had stepped into the Quasi-Emperor Realm at the same time.
With a gentle wave of Lin Wanyi’s hand, the lightning prison trapping Nangong Wan was shattered.
“Leave the rest to us.”
“Hmph! Alien scum, come and die!”
Gu Changsheng did not hesitate. Gripping a sword, he charged straight at Moke. The dense malevolent energy around him, nourished over who knew how many years, transformed the formerly kind and amiable-looking Gu Changsheng into a great demon whose demonic aura towered to the heavens, chilling all who saw him.
“I’ll handle this traitor. Fellow Daoist Lin, go help the others.”
Monk Puxuan held prayer beads in his hand. With one step, he traversed the distance and appeared before Huangfu Yunteng. Without wasting words, a golden giant Buddha rose behind him—its wrathful face fierce, with three heads and six arms.
Huangfu Yunteng did not dare to be careless. He immediately activated his True Dragon Body to meet the attack.
After all, he had been forcefully elevated to the Quasi-Emperor Realm through a secret technique. His foundation was naturally inferior to those who had steadily cultivated their way into the realm. Against a Quasi-Emperor, he had to be prudent.
With both men having found their opponents, Lin Wanyi looked toward the heavens. The four old men were fighting one against two and were being badly suppressed. Without hesitation, she rushed into the battle.
With the Xuanhuang Realm gaining three Quasi-Emperor experts, the overwhelmingly one-sided battle finally showed a slight turn for the better. More than thirty remaining Saint King Realm cultivators were now besieging a single human traitor, and the pressure on them was greatly reduced.
“Damn it! He’s alone! Brothers, it’s time to strike back!”
Every kind of dirty trick and poisonous method was hurled at the enemy. They had numbers on their side, after all. As long as they kept their distance, moved nimbly, and took turns pulling back, they could barely contend with the boss.
“Kill that traitor!”
“Brothers! Send ten men up to draw his attention! The rest of you, find a chance to hit him below the belt!”
“I’m helping too! Die, you traitorous bastard!”
Amid the crowd, Huang Xiaoyao seized the opportunity and flung a dark feather at the nameless traitor. The feather shot forth and ignited with black flames. With a boom, it transformed into a phoenix ten thousand zhang tall, whose attack crashed heavily onto the traitor.
Boom!
The terrifying Undying Netherflame instantly set his body ablaze. Agonizing pain pierced his very soul.
“Damn it! What kind of flame is this?!”
The human traitor hurriedly used the trace of law power he had only recently mastered to resist the flames on his body. Yet in the next instant, countless attacks came crashing toward his lower regions.
“Arghhh! You damned ants!”
Although a Quasi-Emperor was immensely powerful, he could not simply stand still and withstand the attacks of so many Saint King Realm cultivators. The dense barrage instantly covered him in wounds.
They were not fatal, but they left him in an utterly miserable state.
“Hahahaha! Brothers, stab him! Stab him hard!”
“Traitor, I’ll skewer you to death!”
Taking advantage of the traitor’s distraction by the Undying Netherflame, many found an opening and viciously thrust their swords toward his vital weak point.
“Get lost!”
An intense pain shot up from his rear, twisting his face into a grotesque grimace. Abandoning his efforts to resist the burning flames, he unleashed his terrifying cultivation in a sudden burst, blasting away the many Saint Realm cultivators who had been shamelessly attacking from behind.
The next moment, his figure flashed, and he chose to flee the battlefield outright.
Unless he dealt with the flames on his body, he could not fight these people at all. Quite a few of these Saint Realm cultivators came from the Demon Province. Not only were their methods vicious and underhanded, but every move was laced with poison.
In that brief span of time, he could already feel his vital spot beginning to burn with searing pain.
“Useless trash!”
Watching a dignified Quasi-Emperor get driven to such a state by a group of Saint King Realm cultivators, Moke’s face darkened until it seemed ready to drip with water.
“You dare lose focus while fighting me?”
Gu Changsheng moved with sweeping, unrestrained force, his malevolent aura overwhelming. He raised a hand and slammed out a palm strike.
“Demonic Malice Saint Essence Palm!”
This Saint-grade divine technique, combined with his dense malevolent energy, produced countless pitch-black palm imprints. Moke had no choice but to take it seriously. He raised his thunder hammer and activated the Lightning Law to suppress the malevolent energy.
“You have some skill, but how long can you hold on? We have eleven Quasi-Dao Entry Realm cultivators.”
Moke admitted that he had underestimated the Xuanhuang Realm and its cultivators. The combat prowess of every cultivator in the Xuanhuang Realm who had reached the threshold of Dao Entry was no weaker than that of the Shamo Clan—this was a fact. But it was equally true that the Shamo Clan had more powerhouses at that level.
With eleven Quasi-Emperors facing seven, victory was merely a matter of time.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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