The most beautiful girl is the woman standing behind everyone in utter shock.
She never thought her suspicions would turn out to be true.
Yang Tian himself is indeed so formidable, rather than as others had speculated, rely the sword’s edge doing the work!
We should know, Xuan Girl’s sword is an excellent tool for cultivation in swordsmanship.
If she hadn’t hesitated earlier, she might have dared to act in front of Chen Shiping; the result would have been her own cold sweat.
Hee Chong... Hee Chongdao, what should we do now? Linglong took a deep breath and couldn’t help but ask him.
Others, upon hearing this, imdiately turned their attention to him. After all, Hee Chongdao was the leader of this siege, and it was only because of his assurance of Yang Tian’s power through his sword, alongside Chen Shiping’s death, that the crowd finally complied.
As people’s gazes fixed on him, Hee Chongdao couldn’t help but recognize the bitterness within himself.
He had heard of Yang Tianzhi’s strength from Deng Bingqiu, and based on Zhao Tianzong’s analysis, he thought this would be a perfect chance to strike him down. Yet, it felt like a sudden five-million-pound weight had dropped.
However, according to his usual cautious style, he found a wormhole—realizing things were not as simple as he’d imagined.
At the very least, Yang Tian’s power was no longer the sa as when he left the Xuantian Sect.
Thus, Yang Tian’s siege against the Seven Sects persisted, and yet, he still appeared confident.
After all, these were masters from seven ancient schools—who could possibly resist them?
Taking down soone like Yang Tian would not be easy; even Hee Chongdao felt as though he needed support. Top masters like Xuan Girl and Xiao Yaozi were necessary for the task.
But now, atop Purple Mist Mountain, when they had finally surrounded Yang Tian, he found himself utterly mistaken.
Firstly, Yunluo, whose mindset was as baffling as a screech owl’s call, witnessed Yang Tian’s powerful assault.
Considering the advantage of the sword, they had expected Yang Tian to strike fiercely. But in the end, Yang Tian effortlessly destroyed Chen Shiping with a single sword strike.
That impact—like waves crashing upon the shore, each rising higher than the last—left Hee Chongdao in a blinded state of shock.
Only one thought remained: How strong is Yang Tian?
And now, he was within the strike zone.
Thus, Hee Chongdao took a deep breath and said, "Gentlen, this Emperor never expected things to escalate to this level. Fortunately, at this mont, Lord Lu’s frozen Divine Realm has already been activated. I ask Lord Lu to confine this son’s movents while we jointly prepare for a distant-range attack. No one should approach rashly—use your strongest techniques! I believe we’ll succeed in one go."
"Remote attack?" Upon hearing this suggestion, everyone’s eyes lit up.
They naturally knew Lu Zongzhu’s frozen Divine Realm could greatly restrict the enemy’s mobility. If Yang Tian’s movents were restrained, it would allow them to unleash long-range attacks, putting Yang Tian in a position where retreat was impossible.
Doing so would not only eliminate fears of Yang Tian’s terrifying Crescent Blade display but also allow everyone to safely execute their strongest moves with full force.
If this thod failed to secure Yang Tian, it would truly be unfathomable!
Therefore, Xiao Yaozi was the first to nod. "Hee Chongdao’s suggestion is good! Then, let’s have Lu Zongzhu lead the attack first."
"Alright! Everyone, step back! Freeze him!"
Lu Hanfeng spoke, and with a flourish of his movents, an icy force resembling the newly ford frost of a Demon Sword materialized from thin air, imdiately ensnaring Yang Tian’s legs.
Crack!
In an instant, countless blocks of ice appeared at Yang Tian’s feet, quickly spreading until his legs were entirely encased in frost.
Seeing how swiftly the ice sealed, Lu Hanfeng let out a breath of relief and laughed, "Now we can begin!"
"Perfect! I was waiting for this mont!"
Hee Chongdao was the first to nod, gazing seriously at Yang Tian and smirking coldly. "Master Yang, your power far exceeds expectations, I must admit. Perhaps aside from the Three Gates, there’s no one as strong as you in this world—but your good fortune ends here!"
"Indeed, now that you’re frozen here, while we prepare a united strike, even though I’m unsure if you’ll be injured, as long as the ice remains unbroken and we continue the assault, there’s bound to be a limit you cannot surpass!"
The carefree Xiao Yaozi strode forward step by step, flicking his sleeves, as the wind converged around him into the shape of a dragon.
anwhile, apart from Lu Hanfeng maintaining the frozen Divine Realm, individuals from the other sects began to act.
Hu Xing’er’s watery eyes glead coldly, yet his hands moved resolutely.
Xuan Girl unsheathed her exquisite sword.
As for Hee Chongdao, he was even more imposing, directly transforming the clouds into a colossal hand that covered the sky as it struck toward Yang Tian.
And this was only part of it—energy surged from every elder present.
For a mont, the summit of Purple Mist Mountain turned into a tumultuous storm.
"Kill!"
Seeing everyone’s energies converging, Hee Chongdao shouted sharply, turning the layered clouds into a massive strike aid directly at Yang Tian.
At this mont, Xiao Yaozi’s attack had also arrived.
Dragon-like winds, condensed into corporeal forms, surged from every direction, leaving no gaps in their devastating impact.
Hu Xinge and Linglong seized their openings—a sword wielded like a shining needle and cold light streaking amidst the assault, intertwining with the preceding attacks.
Bang!
The collective strikes landed on Yang Tian simultaneously, drowning him in a brilliant, dazzling halo of colors, even stirring up thunderous rumblings.
Everyone let out a collective sigh of relief.
"This ti, it should work." Hee Chongdao exclaid excitedly, grinning.
"No carelessness!" Xiao Yaozi interrupted, but his expression had noticeably relaxed.
After all, the magnitude of the assault just now was astonishingly rare in their lifetis. Under such a combined force, no one could walk away unhard.
Even an elder of the carefree sect promptly chuckled, claiming there was no need to worry anymore.
But just then, as Lu Hanfeng prepared to speak, he suddenly coughed up blood, staring forward in shock.
From the attack’s epicenter, black flas surged upwards, and a silhouette cloaked in fiery magic erged with an icy expression.
It was Yang Tian!
"Wha—how could he erge?"
As the blade of his weapon flared, clad in black magical flas that spiraled upward, Yang Tian descended like a divine presence among mortals.
Earlier, Hee Chongdao had worn a smile, but his expression froze now, unable to utter a single word.
As one of the lead attackers, he knew the power behind the strike better than anyone.
If it had been him, sustaining even a single breath under such an assault would have been near impossible.
But now—what was happening?
Yang Tian not only erged unscathed, but not even slightly injured. His black robe wasn’t so much as torn.
What did perfection an?
Yang Tian had just delivered the most vivid interpretation of those words.
This attack was unparalleled, yet his defense remained intact.
Such a monstrous figure now stood before them, rendering any thoughts of further aggression to ashes!
But they dared not act, as Yang Tian smirked faintly, "Finally, is it my turn?"
It’s your turn?
"Not good! He’s going to strike! Counter now!"
Xiao Yaozi snapped out of his shock, quickly retrieving what was no ordinary folding fan, and hurled it outward directly.
But Yang Tian dodged with precision, grabbing it single-handedly and smashing it into dust.
User Comments
0 comments from readers