A few assassins said, "Old man, I see you’ve been seriously injured. Why don’t you hand this woman over to us, and I’ll spare your life."
Another person in black heard the assassins talk this way and was not willing to comply.
"The orders from above are, not even one of the Six Great Sects should be spared."
The assassin who spoke earlier started laughing again.
"Hahaha, once the Sect Master kills that brat just now, this old man is so heavily wounded, having forcibly used his Cultivation Technique earlier, aggravating his injuries. Even if we ignore him, he won’t be able to walk out of this desert alive!"
After speaking, a few assassins laughed again. Fat Uncle didn’t understand how this group of mysterious people loved to laugh so much. Then he felt a turmoil in his chest, and a mouthful of blood seeped out from his mouth.
The person in black guessed accurately; at this mont, Fat Uncle’s injuries have worsened due to forcibly using his Cultivation.
At this point, if Fat Uncle still tries to forcefully use Energy Transmission, the only path left for him might be death.
Fat Uncle spat out a mouthful of blood, then felt weak, imdiately squatted to the ground, tightly clutching his chest with his right hand, appearing severely injured.
anwhile, the battle on Wu Fa’s side was raging, but the drama with Fat Uncle was just beginning.
The people surrounding Fat Uncle were wielding large knives or long swords, looking quite imposing, seeming not to be ordinary assassins.
Seeing the bloodstains on their blades, Fat Uncle felt his fate was dood.
Suddenly, one of them kicked Fat Uncle’s chest. The look in his eyes was mocking, clearly deeming the person in front not worth his effort.
Fat Uncle was kicked to the ground, but the assassin didn’t deliver a heavy blow; the kick was just enough to knock him over without imdiately trying to kill him.
Being kicked away by the man in black, Fat Uncle had no chance to resist at all. He could feel that the assassins in front were extraordinary. If they were ordinary Desolate Realm soldiers, he might have so energy to counterattack even if injured. But under the oppressive aura of these people, in Fat Uncle’s eyes now, there was only despair.
The man in black kicked Fat Uncle away and went to grab the woman standing still. Seeing he was about to succeed, the growing desire in his eyes showed how much he wanted to catch the girl.
But just at the mont when he was about to grasp the woman, suddenly a palm strike from beside pushed the man’s hand away.
The man in black exchanged seven or eight palms with the newcor, then was pushed away by the opposite party’s powerful Cultivation Technique.
He seed quite puzzled, then stepped back a few paces.
Sowhat startled, he said, "Among the remnants of the Six Great Sects, there’s still such an expert!"
Lin Feng didn’t bother talking nonsense with the opponent; he quickly said to the girl behind him, "Quickly help Fat Uncle over there, leave this to ."
The girl snapped out of her terror, glanced at Lin Feng’s back, then helped Fat Uncle and walked toward where they had rested earlier.
The man in black originally planned to pursue, but Lin Feng imdiately emitted a strong aura, its fluctuations enough to pose a danger to them. So, the assassins exchanged a look, deciding to first settle Lin Feng before proceeding.
Strong aura waves gradually emanated from the weapons of the n in black, yet the aura around them couldn’t be felt. Lin Feng was sure it was another Desolate Realm Cultivation Technique, thus even more determined to make the n in black pay with blood. Overnight, countless righteous people had perished at their hands.
The Righteous Path suffered a huge blow, enough to impact the structure of the Human Realm.
Lin Feng activated his Spiritual Power and engaged with the man in black.
The man in black continuously swung his blade toward Lin Feng, who kept defending, using his palm technique to engage with him.
Lin Feng’s movent technique was excellent; he struck a palm on one man’s abdon, then twisted to dodge another’s blade, imdiately delivering a powerful palm strike to the person’s wrist when they approached. The iron-blue sword in the hand fell, and Lin Feng seized the opportunity with another palm strike to the person’s chest.
The attacker dropped the Treasure Sword and then was struck by Lin Feng’s follow-up palm on the chest and abdon, retreating several steps and spitting out a mouthful of blood. He silently watched while quickly sitting down for Breathing Control, showing Lin Feng’s palm had been a tough lesson to absorb.
Among the n in black, seeing one of their own heavily injured, attacked Lin Feng with more ferocity. Lin Feng continued exchanging blows, seamlessly combining palm strikes and swordplay, leaving no chance for the opponent.
At this mont, Wu Fa was fiercely battling a burly man in black, wielding his Dragon Soul Treasure Saber. He had acquired this from Ao Sheng when defeating the Ao family army.
After acquiring the Treasure Saber, Wu Fa comprehended Ao Sheng’s exclusive Earth Rank Sword Technique, the Gale.
A strong aura surged from the saber, an intense whirlwind vortex smashing stones as it roared towards the man in black. The passing vortex left the Realm in disarray.
The man in black dared not be careless, raised his Treasure Sword to release a light blue Sword Energy, seemingly gathering a powerful icy force. Shortly after, the Sword Energy collided with Blade Aura. The surrounding air began to oscillate intensely; Wu Fa didn’t relax his attack.
He waved his hand, and the Treasure Saber leaped towards the sky with him. Wu Fa, holding the saber, resembled a hawk swooping down from the heavens, emitting a strong aura as if the man before him were his prey.
His form descended like a gale, transforming into blood-red light slashing towards the man in black. The large blade cleaving downward carried imnse power, containing streams of energy.
Unprepared, the man in black could only horizontally block with his sword. Wu Fa’s Hawk Spread Long Sky directly cut onto the man in black’s sword. When blade and sword t, countless brilliance erupted. The expected impact didn’t occur as the Treasure Saber and sword clashed, and as they touched, the man in black flung forward with the sword, driving Wu Fa to the ground.
Wu Fa was shocked, unable to believe his full-force astonishing strike was easily neutralized by the man in black with a quick horizontal block.
Realizing this, Wu Fa’s initially serious expression beca more focused. He gritted his teeth, showing no sign of relaxing.
The man in black finally laughed, the arrogant and disdainful laughter piercing Wu Fa’s chest like a sharp sword, making Wu Fa even more uncomfortable.
n in black of the Desolate Realm excel at internalizing energy with little visual display, favoring suppressing weapon energy fluctuations in battle. Unaware observers mistakenly assu their sword strikes lack aura, thinking the opponent is casually attacking, thus lowering their guard. The seemingly casual defense reveals the opponent’s powerful move, producing unimaginable results.
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