Yi Zhengyang’s whole body was bulging with blue veins, his eyes bloodshot and red, as the image of the Ancient Barbarian God followed Yi Zhengyang’s actions, raising a hand more imnse than mountains.
The violent force exploded all the surrounding air, crashing down with a deafening roar, leaving nowhere to hide.
Jiang Yuebai quickly contemplated a counterasure with her three strands of divine thought, having at least five thods to deal with Yi Zhengyang’s violent ultimate move.
She decided to try her self-created Great Demon Technique that combined "Thousand Leaves All Things Hand", "Burning Hundred Spear Technique", and "Green Dragon Spear Technique"!
Thousand Hands Godslaying Spear!
Jiang Yuebai’s eyes sharpened, her white hair wildly fluttering, swiftly transforming into thousands of arms fanned out, grasping spears made from rapidly growing white vines.
A gust swept in, leaving wind marks condensed on thousands of spear tips, radiating a dazzling light.
Jiang Yuebai poured all her spiritual energy and divine sense into her thousand hands, launching a soul-slaying strike at the giant hand above.
The blazing extre light shot up to the sky, like an imnse spear piercing the giant hand of the Barbarian God, exploding violently.
Boom!
When Lu Nanzhi and Xie Jingshan arrived, they saw the brilliant light burst forth like a blazing sun, exploding in the night, triggering layers of spiritual energy explosions, reducing everything to dust.
Even the previously blood talisman-covered secret chamber couldn’t escape, leaving only a black cauldron to sink into the deep pit ruins.
Lu Nanzhi and Xie Jingshan had to fully activate their protective gang qi to barely resist.
Amidst the destruction-powered gusts, the hundred-ter-tall Barbarian God was forcibly torn apart, bursting into countless points of light.
Yi Zhengyang suffered a heavy blow, falling from high altitude, half of his body mangled and bloodied.
Jiang Yuebai was pushed back slightly by the fierce aftershock, and seeing Yi Zhengyang still breathing, she instantly pursued him with her spear.
Just then, from the black cauldron amidst the ruins, a black light shot out rapidly like thunderbolt, unyielding, aid straight at Jiang Yuebai’s face.
Condensing Light Mirror!
The ancient mirror soared across, causing the black light to vanish without a trace.
This interference allowed Yi Zhengyang to escape far away, with Lu Nanzhi and Xie Jingshan also trailing behind in pursuit.
Jiang Yuebai directly took out top-grade spiritual stones to recover her spiritual energy, using Smoke Escape to flicker across the mid-air, pursuing to Yi Zhengyang’s rear with a few quick leaps.
At this mont, a person suddenly appeared in the forest below, and Yi Zhengyang, seeing a savior, hurriedly sprinted toward them.
"Zhanying, quickly hold her off for a mont."
Yi Zhenying, dressed in a red combat outfit, with a stern expression, had earlier led most disciples to retreat a hundred miles away when the battle broke out, preserving so disciples of the Iron Palm Sect.
Glimpsing the bloodied and barely breathing Yi Zhengyang, Yi Zhenying looked up, scanning the pursuing Jiang Yuebai, and stepped forward.
Just as Yi Zhengyang felt a glimr of hope, a golden snake silhouette suddenly struck, catching him off guard and piercing his dantian directly.
"Zhanying?"
Yi Zhengyang widened his eyes in disbelief.
Yi Zhenying’s eyes filled with tears of hatred, she spat, "When you ignored my desperate pleas years ago and killed my husband, you should have foreseen today."
The sword qi from the Golden Snake Sword Palm rushed into Yi Zhengyang’s body, targeting his sea of consciousness, in an instant annihilating even Yi Zhengyang’s divine soul.
Yi Zhengyang had never dread that his familial sentint spared Yi Zhenying, yet it sowed the seeds for today’s calamity.
Yi Zhengyang’s corpse fell heavily to the ground, Yi Zhenying coldly watched Jiang Yuebai, Lu Nanzhi, and Xie Jingshan approach.
"I’m not your match; kill or torture , do as you please! But I will never surrender!"
Yi Zhenying struck a stance, protecting the low-level Qi cultivation disciples of the Iron Palm Sect behind her.
Jiang Yuebai glanced at Yi Zhengyang’s corpse, then turned to look at Lu Nanzhi and Xie Jingshan, both of whom showed no murderous intent, and Xie Jingshan slightly shook his head.
Jiang Yuebai too didn’t wish to harm Yi Zhenying, so she stepped back and said, "We were only trying to retrieve our belongings; we were forced to act. As long as you don’t continue to oppose us, we won’t harm you."
Yi Zhenying gazed intently into Jiang Yuebai’s eyes to determine the truth of her words.
Finally, Yi Zhenying stood down, her face clouded with gloom.
"Winners are kings, losers are bandits; whatever you want, take it, just... "
Yi Zhenying looked back at the Qi cultivation disciples in the forest, who genuinely sought the path of cultivation and didn’t wish to get involved in Yi Zhengyang’s disputes.
Yi Zhengyang and the subordinates of the two elders had long perished in the earlier battle.
"I only ask you to spare them."
Jiang Yuebai was straightforward, lifting Yi Zhengyang’s storage ring from his finger.
"Consider this my trophy; it’s all I want, nothing from the Iron Palm Sect. We will linger in Iron Palm Mountain’s forbidden ground for a while longer to repair the Cloud-Breaking Charge or Two Realms Transmission Array, then we’ll leave imdiately."
After speaking, Jiang Yuebai, along with Lu Nanzhi and Xie Jingshan, sped away toward the forbidden ground of Iron Palm Mountain.
Along the way, Jiang Yuebai noticed the black cauldron in the ruins and collected it swiftly.
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