After Pei Yan finished speaking, he spread his arms wide as several streams of iron flowed out from his body, swiftly forming chanical clones matching the number of the opponent's chanical Puppets. Back in the day, with only Tier 2 strength, he was no match for a single chanical Puppet, but now he was no longer Wu Xia A ng, capable of battling them with just his chanical clones.
The roar of engines echoed across the sky, as beams of lightning shot out! chanical clones and chanical Puppets, the Daoist Plane and Stone Pillar Plane, the highest technological crystallizations of two civilizations, engaged in a life-and-death struggle.
Cutting through the chaotic battlefield, Pei Yan once again charged in front of Bai Xuelin. This ti, he didn't give the opposite party the chance to release another puppet. He raised his leg and kicked towards him; then, with a flick of his wrist, a long saber materialized, sweeping across Bai Xuelin's neck.
Thud! An ear-piercing sound of tal grinding rang out, the sa feeling persisted as the long saber traced sparks along Bai Xuelin's blocking arms. Seeing the tallic sheen revealed on the opponent's arms after the sleeves were sliced, Pei Yan frowned slightly; could it be that Celestial Secret Pavilion has also refined him into a puppet?
At a critical mont, without much thought, Pei Yan abandoned the saber and engaged in hand-to-hand combat with Bai Xuelin, relentlessly launching a series of fierce attacks, allowing no respite. His quick attacks actually turned the tables, leaving Bai Xuelin defensively parrying with no chance to counterattack.
After several rounds of exchanges, Pei Yan gradually grasped the opponent's strength. Compared to the Sword Stand Man from Celestial Sword Manor, who relies more on Swordsmanship, Bai Xuelin despite having a higher realm and greater power, was sowhat weaker in close combat. After brutally hitting him a few tis, seeing the blood trickling from the iron plates' indents and fractures at the injured spots, Pei Yan realized the secret of his body. Bai Xuelin hadn't been entirely refined into a puppet but wore a thin and tough chanical armor surface, crafted so exquisitely that it perfectly aligned with his body contours.
"I never imagined this young man to be so formidable! He actually forced Bai Xuelin to such a state! If he survives the interplane battle with the Blood Fiends, he will undoubtedly beco a remarkable figure." Elder Wen Ruyu of the Canglang Sword Sect gazed at the splendid and dazzling battlefield above and exclaid with genuine admiration.
"Indeed! If this young man rises according to the Stone Pillar Plane ability user's lifespan limit, he could live for at least two hundred more years. Considering the ti difference with other planes, he could suppress the Four Great Planes for nearly ten thousand years! By then, under his protection, the ability users of the Stone Pillar Plane will surely achieve further developnt! After so many years, is the Stone Pillar Plane finally on the rise?" Another elderly observer sighed helplessly in agreent.
"Despite his strength, this young man shouldn't be able to suppress soone two realms higher than himself to this extent! Celestial Secret Pavilion is quite pitiable!" a direct disciple of the Canglang Sword Sect comnted with a scornful whisper skyward.
"Mind your words! What do you understand?" Wen Ruyu coldly snorted, sternly reprimanding him. After seeing his disciple obediently fall into silence, Wen Ruyu turned his eyes back to the sky, lanting, "Bai Xuelin just t his match. Otherwise, typically, rely handling his Golden Threaded Hidden Scale Flood Dragon is an enormous hassle for a regular cultivator, not to ntion those dozens of Golden Armor Sharp Warriors he commands! Though in terms of flexibility in techniques, each warrior may not match an average cultivator, their sheer Defense Power and raw attack are not inferior to any under the Human Dao Realm. Just these puppets alone could easily obliterate a small sect without letting anyone get close!"
Wen Ruyu continued with a bitter smile, "Yet, he's run into this young man who's also well-versed in such arts! Not only are the puppets he brought out impressively powerful, but he himself is adept at close-quarter combat! Bai Xuelin was overconfident with his previous statents, and this ti he might suffer a setback!"
"Uncle Master, are you suggesting that young man could truly defeat Elder Bai?" The scolded disciple's eyes lit up, incredulous.
Wen Ruyu shook his head, "Right now, I cannot easily predict, but if Pei Yan thinks he can win with just this, he's underestimating our Daoist ways. Notify the disciples to watch closely, as this is the best chance before the Sword Discussion Conference to grasp the Stone Pillar Plane's strength!"
As the onlookers marveled with various comnts, the battle in the sky reached a new stage. After enduring Pei Yan's relentless, fierce assault, Bai Xuelin was physically and ntally unable to remain passive any longer. Following a shout, he flicked his wrist, flinging a large net from his hand.
Having suffered a sneaky loss earlier, Pei Yan was now particularly cautious. As the net engulfed him, he quickly retreated backward to dodge it, thus widening the distance between them.
Scouting Bai Xuelin, who was gasping while floating in the air, and then looking at the battlefield behind him, the duel between the puppets had reached its final stage. Unexpectedly, Pei Yan's chanical clones hadn't achieved a decisive victory; although the Celestial Secret Pavilion's puppets were scattered, four still survived, while seven of his chanical clones remained.
"Hmph, Elder Bai! It seems your Celestial Secret Pavilion's chanical Technique isn't as impressive as your disciple's nephew boasts!" Pei Yan turned and mocked Bai Xuelin.
Contrary to expectations, Bai Xuelin appeared unperturbed by the taunt, calmly took a silk handkerchief from his pocket, and silently wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth. Then, tossing the bloodstained cloth away, he leisurely said, "Youngster, I admit I underestimated you, managing to push to such a point is a first among young ones in millennia. But do you think this is enough to defeat ?"
"Oh, what other tricks does the elder have?" Pei Yan glanced at the mountain below with a smirk, "Is it the Flood Dragon? Indeed, its attack was truly astonishing, but with just it, sir, you cannot defeat !"
"Hahaha!" Bai Xuelin laughed heartily, as if hearing the funniest joke. Afterward, he turned serious and exclaid, "Young man, how arrogant you are! Very well! Given your age to possess such strength, you have the right to be arrogant. Thus, today I'll reveal my foundation and show you what it ans where there's always soone better!"
As his words faded, Bai Xuelin threw sothing from his hand before Pei Yan could discern what it was, it emitted a blinding brilliance that took his breath away. In that split second of Pei Yan montarily closing his eyes, he felt a blow to his abdon, sending his body plumting downward.
Before he could stabilize his rapidly descending form, a silhouette of silver-white appeared in front of him. Pei Yan instinctively reached out to fend off but was instead seized by the hand, followed by another heavy strike hitting his back, almost making Pei Yan spit blood!
Who is this person!!
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