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Wan Qiao was battling Li Xiaopeng, while Lord Pan was fighting the towering Peng Yong. The other Saints Team mbers were fighting unknown experts. Most battles were one-on-one duels, though there were a few two-on-one fights. The Siban Empire seed to possess more experts than Hui Yu had initially anticipated, yet the young Great Marshall did not appear to regret the decisions he had made. So experts were even fighting against two Saints simultaneously, but they weren’t pushed back at all. As a result, the entire battlefield appeared evenly matched.
Wan Qiao and Lord Pan were undoubtedly the most powerful Saints among Yan Xiaobao’s allies, the two individuals he had been observing closely. Their opponents, however, were not ordinary experts. Just as the battle comnced, Wan Qiao let out a sharp scream as feathers began to sprout. Her arms morphed into massive wings, her face transford into a razor-sharp beak, and a horn protruded from her forehead. Her eyes turned completely black, shimring like two gigantic black pearls. Witnessing this, Yan Xiaobao realized the opponent’s overwhelming strength that forced Wan Qiao into her original form. Between Wan Qiao and Li Xiaopeng, golden flashes of light streaked continuously; one side attacked while the other defended, one side defended while the other counterattacked. The intensity of the battle escalated, with attacks growing increasingly desperate and fierce.
As she soared into the sky, Wan Qiao roared ferociously. Positioning herself beside the sun, she blinded Li Xiaopeng briefly before unleashing a torrent of golden feathers that rained down, each as sharp as a razor. This assault was golden like the sunlight itself, and swift like the wind. Yan Xiaobao had seen Wan Qiao fight before, but he had never witnessed such an attack. As he stared at Li Xiaopeng, the latter crossed his arms while bracing himself behind a human shield. His clothes were shredded by the sharp feathers, and his arms suffered minor cuts, causing trickles of blood to drip to the ground. As the blood began to flow, Yan Xiaobao noticed the young man trembling slightly as he gazed at the crimson liquid.
Then, the blood slowly began to spiral around him, forming a golden dragon from the swirling crimson currents. The Golden Dragon coiled around Li Xiaopeng, effectively shielding him from the descending barrage of feathers. Upon witnessing this scene, Wan Qiao instantly ceased wasting her energy on the feathers, her black eyes fixating directly on the dragon’s form. "So you think a little worm is enough to stop ?" she laughed loudly. "I’m an eagle. Worms are my breakfast!" As she proclaid this, she imdiately lunged toward the dragon, a reaction that took Li Xiaopeng by surprise. Despite his shock, he quickly regained his composure. The dragon lunged at Wan Qiao, unleashing a silent roar that caused the walls and ground to tremble before surging toward Wan Qiao. The bird and dragon collided, and as they did, an intensely bright golden light erupted, so brilliant that the entire area was bathed in its radiance. For a mont, everyone was blinded before refocusing on their individual battles.
With the wind storming around them, the bird and dragon prepared for another aerial clash. As they ascended again, the resulting shockwave was even stronger than any Hui Yu had felt sweeping across the battlefield before. This ti, the force of the shockwave nearly knocked Yan Xiaobao backward. Even the houses within the city began to shudder, and so of the smaller shacks collapsed entirely under the shockwaves unleashed by these two Saints.
As he saw how the city walls had been ravaged by the nurous battles between the Saints, Yan Xiaobao clenched his teeth. Holes appeared within the walls, and rubble continuously fell from its surfaces. Witnessing this, it was easy for anyone to gauge the imnse strength of these two Saints simply by observing the destructive impact of their shockwaves. Many other experts were watching Wan Qiao and Li Xiaopeng’s confrontation, most lower-ranked experts even forgetting about the thirty-nine other Saints fighting for their lives nearby.
Forcing himself to tear his gaze away from Wan Qiao’s battle, Yan Xiaobao looked at the other Saints, pleased to see that the beasts weren’t being forced back. Even those fighting against two Saints seed unyielding. The beasts were simply too formidable; their advantages lay in their savage nature, stronger bodies, innate elental affinities, and attacks that humans could not easily ward off.
Nodding in satisfaction, Yan Xiaobao’s attention quickly returned to Wan Qiao and Li Xiaopeng. Although the other Saints Team mbers were doing their utmost, the shockwaves they created paled in comparison to those unleashed by the strongest combatants.
"I wish I could join," Lan Feng remarked. Phoenix had been exceptionally quiet during the battle, sitting deep within the Lower Dantian Cave, continuously refining Wu Wei’s essence. Yan Xiaobao could sense that although Lan Feng was not supposed to be a powerful Saint after what he endured following his Reincarnation, the longer he ditated, the stronger he seed to grow. Yan Xiaobao felt assured that Lan Feng wasn’t as simple as he appeared to be.
"I promise you, one day we’ll face off against Saints like these. One day, not too long from now, we’ll wreak havoc in battle once more. If not sooner, then during the tense monts of war," Yan Xiaobao chuckled. Lan Feng was his hidden weapon. This bird was strong, and combining his powers with abilities accrued from the red wolf and the monks, Yan Xiaobao believed he could defeat at least one opponent ranked below Wan Qiao or Li Xiaopeng. As for whether he could face soone of their caliber, Yan Xiaobao truly didn’t know. He hoped Wan Qiao could handle her youthful-looking opponent, Li Xiaopeng.
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