"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"
A vast and mighty force surged through the air, radiating outward like waves.
The Blood Monk and Old Sir Lu collided seven tis in a flash.
Each collision was earth-shattering and stone-breaking. Although no loud sound was emitted, the destructive power caused countless people to tremble in fear. With each collision, ripples appeared in space, and the surrounding grass, trees, and houses seed to be wiped away by an invisible force, disappearing without a trace.
After seven consecutive collisions, Old Sir Lu’s expression remained unchanged, while the Blood Monk’s True Qi churned violently, causing blood to surge within him and a trickle of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth. The difference in strength between the two beca instantly clear.
"Good, very good, Lu Tiankuang, it seems we underestimated you. I didn’t expect you not only eliminated the Sword Qi on your body but also advanced further in strength, with one foot already in the Earthly Immortal realm. Good, very good. Given ti, you might have a chance to enter this invincible realm of Earthly Immortal. Unfortunately, today you are destined to die by my hand, you are destined to die. Mu Daoist, Jing Chen, let’s join forces, I refuse to believe he can withstand the combined strength of the three of us."
A fierce killing intent flashed in the Blood Monk’s eyes as he roared, his aura rising once more. The entire space seed to beco the monk’s world, with chis of Buddhist chants, yet instead of imparting a sense of peace and tranquility, they instilled a sense of chaos and irritation, as if one’s head might explode.
Mu Daoist and the old nun Jing Chen also held nothing back, each releasing their True Qi, unleashing their ultimate moves with invincible power, crushing toward Old Sir Lu.
The combined force of three Late Stage of Mythical cultivators instantly surged with unstoppable power, the house beneath Old Sir Lu turned to dust, dust and dirt filled the air, and the terrifying power enveloped the sky, rendering disbelief in many.
"Hmph, a group of ignorant ants, you think you can save this little beast? What a delusion, get back!"
On the other side, seeing Mu Qingchuan and Lu Haoyue charging towards him, Liu Ang’s eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty killing intent. He punched toward Mu Qingchuan, intending to knock him away without using much strength, while his True Qi transford into another hand, cloaked in the aura of death, directly enveloping Lu Haoyue. Though he couldn’t kill Mu Qingchuan, he had the ability to kill Lu Haoyue without any pressure.
"Not good, Liu Ang, you’re too presumptuous!"
Seeing this, the face of the skinny old man beside Han Zifeng changed dramatically. He imdiately abandoned his plan to rescue Lu Tianxing and, like a cannonball, shot towards Lu Haoyue, landing a punch on Liu Ang’s arm, moving like a fierce tiger, with the thunderous power of a furious storm. His fist pierced the void, stirring the airflow into a vortex, almost capable of penetrating steel.
"Boom!"
The two forces collided with each other, Liu Ang’s True Qi-conjured arm instantly shattered, while the skinny old man remained unmoved. Liu Ang’s face flashed with an unnatural pallor, his body slightly swayed, and his internal blood surged.
Although the skinny old man was also at the Late Stage of Mythical, comparable to Liu Ang in strength, the quality and power of his True Qi far surpassed that of Liu Ang, who only reached the Fake Mythical Late Stage through a Secret Technique.
"Zhang Guoxian, are you really going to oppose the Yang Family to the end?"
Liu Ang took a deep breath, suppressing his turbulent blood, and looked at the skinny old man with a sullen face. As an elder of the Yang Family, he naturally recognized the skinny old man.
"Hmph, Liu Ang, different paths, different plans. There’s no talk of opposing. Moreover, we are now in a life-and-death battle, yet you speak of opposition? You’re too naïve!" The skinny old man scoffed coldly.
"Hmph, Zhang Guoxian, I won’t argue with you, but if you think you can save Lu Tianxing, I tell you, it’s a pipe dream. Lu Tianxing is dood, no one can save him." Liu Ang laughed heartily and said.
"Dood? Liu Ang, you’re speaking way too soon. I’ve said it before; you can’t kill . A piece of trash that only reached the Late Stage of Mythical through a Secret Technique, you think you can kill ? Liu Ang, it seems your power stops here. If that’s the case, your life, I will take."
Just then, a cold voice suddenly erged from the Poison Map, followed by its sudden explosion, shattering strands of True Qi. With the Creation God Tripod above his head and True Qi spreading within his body, Lu Tianxing crushed all the dark green True Qi. The contrast of True Qi made his presence seem even more majestic and terrifying.
"Elder Zhang, Cousin, Young Master Mu, I’ll handle this guy. You go deal with that group of ants." Lu Tianxing looked sowhat grateful as he glanced at Lu Haoyu, Mu Qingchuan, and the skinny old man, speaking with a calm tone.
"No problem."
Lu Haoyue and Mu Qingchuan saw that Lu Tianxing wasn’t injured and knew that Liu Ang likely couldn’t harm him in a short ti. They imdiately nodded without hesitation and leaped once more towards the combined forces of the Yang Family and the Tang Family martial artists.
"Third Young Master, be careful."
The scrawny old man glanced at Lu Tianxing without saying anything further, then flashed over to Han Zifeng’s side to defend him from potential threats. Compared to Lu Tianxing, Han Zifeng was the one he was obligated to protect.
"Liu Ang, it’s your turn next. How do you want to die?"
The mont the word "die" left Lu Tianxing’s lips, he didn’t pause at all. Instead, he took a heavy step forward, moving at lightning speed, charging towards Liu Ang without any hesitation. His montum was overpowering, like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, exuding an extre murderous intent.
"Hmph, kill ? Lu Tianxing, today I’ll send you on your way. Die!"
Seeing this, Liu Ang’s pupils contracted sharply, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes. Without hesitation, he struck with his palm fiercely at Lu Tianxing. A terrifying power swept through the air, even causing the air itself to explode and layer upon layer to burst open. It was like a knife, cutting deep marks into the ground: "Lu Tianxing, do you think tearing apart the Poison Map makes you invincible? Even if I’m at the Fake Mythical Late Stage, so what? Killing you is as easy as lifting a finger. Your fate is dood to be like your father’s, a path of death..."
Before his words fell, he suddenly felt a torrent sweeping in. His True Qi was instantly shattered, replaced by waves surging forward, each wave rolling in the void, exuding a sharp aura. Like waves ford of countless treasured swords, it tore his True Qi hand to pieces, rushing towards him.
"What, how is this possible? Your strength has increased again?"
Liu Ang’s face changed drastically. In that instant, he felt that Lu Tianxing’s strength seed to have increased significantly again, far stronger than before. In Lu Tianxing’s True Qi fluctuations, he sensed a bone-chilling coldness, an aura that only should exist at the Late Stage of Mythical level. How could this be possible?
Just months ago, Lu Tianxing was rely an ant who had just broken through from the Heavenly Realm to the early-stage Mythical level.
Yet, after a few months, he had broken through from early-stage Mythical to middle-stage Mythical, and his strength was straight up pressing towards the late-stage Mythical level. At this mont, his True Qi already carried a hint of the sharpness of the late-stage Mythical level. How could Liu Ang not be horrified? Such rapid training speed—if given ti, reaching the Earthly Immortal realm is not impossible.
Once entering the Earthly Immortal realm, it would be an invincible status. In China, that would an being unmatched as a national hero. Across the world, no one would dare challenge Lu Tianxing. If so, even if Liu Ang could escape today, he would have no place in the future world. After all, no one would want to offend an Earthly Immortal, a title of ’National Hero Unmatched’.
"No, no, I absolutely can’t let him live. Kill him, no matter what, he must die."
Thinking of this, an overwhelming murderous intent surged in Liu Ang’s heart. His body trembled, True Qi rolling like a giant python awakening. Leaping suddenly, like a teor falling, he struck at the pinnacle in a flash, launching a sudden attack on Lu Tianxing. The mont they made contact, a catastrophic explosion occurred, creating deep pits on the ground.
"Ten Thousand Sword Strike."
Liu Ang roared, and with a thought, countless ink-green longswords ford entirely of True Qi appeared behind him. As his arm moved, these swords, carrying a destructive aura, shot towards Lu Tianxing, who was enveloped in poison gas, crossing and piercing through as if Lu Tianxing had already been penetrated.
Seeing this, Yang Tiansi, Jiang Hongsheng, and the others couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. This ti, Lu Tianxing should be dead, right?
"Lu Tianxing."
Upon witnessing this, Bai Zhiqing, Mu Qingxue, and Xue Bing’s faces turned deathly pale, their bodies beginning to waver. Instinctively, they wanted to rush towards Lu Tianxing.
"Hahaha, Lu Tianxing, did you really think I couldn’t kill you? Too bad you were too careless; today, you are destined to die. You died, you finally died," Liu Ang laughed heartily, his eyes shining with sinister light.
"Is that so? Liu Ang, you’re celebrating too early. If even the Poison Map couldn’t kill , do you think such trifles can? They aren’t even enough to give a good stretch."
A voice erged from within the surging True Qi; it was Lu Tianxing.
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