"Do I need your favor? Hurry up and make your move, let have a good fight, and show my brothers that my reputation is well-deserved."
ng Xianjun urged impatiently.
"Since you’re courting death, we’ll grant your wish."
The old man in black robe roared furiously, suddenly raising his hand to strike ng Xianjun across the air, a gray energy saber materializing out of nowhere, slashing fiercely at ng Xianjun’s body.
"I thought it was two Two-star Martial Generals, now I’m relieved."
Sensing the opponent’s energy, ng Xianjun let out a sigh of relief, raised his hand and threw a punch, an energy storm erupting and dispersing the energy saber.
"Aweso!"
Seeing ng Xianjun easily break the opponent’s attack, Tang Ming called out in admiration.
"No big deal."
ng Xianjun grinned, boastfully shouting, "Although I don’t have those extra attributes you and Fifth Brother have, my own strength is formidable."
"You brat, don’t be arrogant!"
Seeing ng Xianjun so arrogant, the old man in white robe couldn’t stand it, dashed towards ng Xianjun like lightning, starting to attack, while the old man in black robe followed closely, coordinating the attack together.
Already donning the Vigorous Air Armor, ng Xianjun quickly ford seals, causing a faint purple aura to envelop the armor, then fearlessly engaged in a fight with the two.
The white-robed old man was a Two-star Martial General, while the black-robed one was a One-star Martial General. Though their ranks differed, their cooperation was seamless.
Usually, when facing a strong opponent, they could easily defeat them, but today’s situation was a bit off.
ng Xianjun fought two at once, always withstanding the enemy’s strikes directly then quickly countering, and his counterattacks were almost as powerful as the white-robed old man’s attacks.
After several rounds, the white-robed old man raised his hand to clash with ng Xianjun’s palm, powerful energy crazily flowing into ng Xianjun’s body, or rather, being absorbed by him.
"Great opportunity!"
Seeing ng Xianjun restrained by the white-robed old man, the black-robed old man decisively moved behind him, punching towards ng Xianjun’s back.
Witnessing this, Tang Ming’s expression turned serious, secretly signaling Xiao Honghong to be ready to intervene at any ti.
"Hehe, courting death."
At that mont, ng Xianjun suddenly laughed, his right hand clashing with the white-robed old man’s palm, while his left hand ford a blade and slashed backward, emitting a dazzling energy slash.
"Not good! Dodge quickly."
The white-robed old man’s face drastically changed, forcing himself to separate from ng Xianjun despite the backlash from his energy within, but it was still a step too late.
"Ah!"
The black-robed old man, who thought he would succeed, was blasted away by the energy slash, vomiting blood in large gulps mid-air, his clothes shattering.
"Hissss!"
Tang Ming and Hua Yingjie took a deep breath, amazed that ng Xianjun, rely a One-star Martial General, could strike such a blow against a peer while dealing with a Two-star Martial General, defying common logic!
"Damn it, even with two dantians, if I don’t use a trump card, rely relying on cultivation I wouldn’t be able to instantly kill a peer."
Tang Ming secretly mumbled, puzzled about how ng Xianjun managed it.
"Such a marvelous Purple Lightning Profound Skill, you even used my energy to attack!"
The white-robed old man landed beside his companion, glaring angrily at ng Xianjun.
"Hehe, you figured it out!"
ng Xianjun smiled lightly, "This is what’s called giving a taste of one’s own dicine. Without this fool helping redirect your attacks, it wouldn’t have been so easy to digest your energy, given my cultivation."
"Cough cough! No wonder this energy felt so familiar, it was yours."
The black-robed old man wiped away the blood at the corner of his mouth, muttering in realization.
"Rest first, I’ll handle him alone."
The white-robed old man furrowed his brow, coldly staring at ng Xianjun, "Let’s see how you redirect my attack this ti."
"A duel?"
ng Xianjun squinted, then laughed, "A Two-star martial master challenging a young kid like , you are shaless indeed."
"Less talk, hand over your life."
The white-robed old man couldn’t be bothered to talk more, roaring angrily, charging at ng Xianjun again.
"Then I’ll let you taste your own attack!"
ng Xianjun’s expression turned serious, slowly raising his right hand, from his palm erged threads of purple electric light, which he sent flying towards the white-robed old man, "Having absorbed so many of your attacks, I gathered them into this Purple Lightning, take this."
"Crackle, crackle!"
Amid a series of popping sounds, threads of purple lightning flew from ng Xianjun’s hand, intertwined, and blasted towards the white-robed old man.
Seeing the strangeness of ng Xianjun’s attack, the white-robed old man didn’t dare take it head-on, pushing his speed to the limit, frantically dodging the lightning’s attacks, yet they could change direction, persistently pursuing him.
"Is that even possible?"
Tang Ming and Hua Yingjie stood dumbfounded to the side.
Back during the battle at Rainbow Cloud Peak, ng Xianjun hadn’t really shown his skills, but now it seems no matter how strong his attacks are, the effect is absolutely dazzling.
"His purple thunder is condensed by devouring the energies of these two old guys, while his own energy serves rely for conversion and guidance, barely consuming much."
Tang Ming stared intently at ng Xianjun, astonished, truly one of the eight great skills in martial arts, such a thod of using the enemy’s attack to strike the enemy, what a bizarre and undefendable tactic.
"Senior brother, don’t take it head-on!"
The black-robed old man struggled to support himself, anxiously warning.
"I know."
The white-robed old man dodged continuously with a grim face, yet couldn’t shake off the pursuit of the thunder, finally gritting his teeth, running towards the black-robed old man.
"Is he planning to sacrifice his companion to save himself?"
ng Xianjun frowned, unsure while watching the white-robed old man’s moves, indeed the thunder was powerful, but it could only attack once, if it hits the black-robed man, the white-robed man could remain unscathed.
Just as the white-robed old man reached the black-robed old man, he suddenly turned, roaring towards the purple lightning, while the black-robed old man slamd a palm on his back like a sneak attack.
With Tang Ming and others in doubt, a surge of unparalleled energy erupted!
Then the two old n with graying hair suddenly transford, their hair turning black and even their skin becoming smooth, more frighteningly their energies seed to rge into one, their auras doubling in strength.
"Boom!"
The purple lightning blasted onto them, but ng Xianjun’s face grew grim.
After the dust settled, the two old n, like rejuvenated middle-aged n, stood hand in hand, their eyes turned white, their bodies shrouded in a black and white interwoven energy layer, successfully blocking ng Xianjun’s attack.
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