"Two juniors at the Golden Core Realm, just because you can’t do it doesn’t an this Venerable can’t!"
He Wujie snorted coldly, disdaining the two seemingly crazed Supre Elders of the Five Poisons Sect, stepped forward, stood before the thick teoric Iron Gate of the grave, took a deep breath, and with a "hey", punched straight ahead.
To an ordinary Martial Artist, his punch looked plain and unremarkable, but in Fang Bai’s eyes, it contained a force capable of shattering stone, easily breaking massive rocks, and splitting steel several ters thick.
If he had casually thrown this punch at the two Supre Elders of the Five Poisons Sect, they wouldn’t be able to withstand it, and they might fall imdiately.
"Boom!"
He Wujie’s punch exploded forth, with a deafening roar, the air surged, the ground shook, and Fang Bai’s body swayed unsteadily where he stood.
As the dust settled, both He Wujie and Fang Bai’s gaze fell upon the thick teoric Iron Gate of the grave.
"What a solid iron door! I underestimated it!"
He Wujie looked at the shallow fist mark left on the iron door and couldn’t help but smile bitterly.
Even though it was just a casual punch, he had tested the door’s solidity and realized that if he continued hitting it like this, he would exhaust his spiritual energy without causing significant damage to the door.
And as for breaking in, who knows how long it might take.
That punch from He Wujie exposed his Nascent Soul Realm cultivation level, and the two Supre Elders of the Five Poisons Sect, who were struggling with four puppet corpses in the distance, sensed the aura of a Nascent Soul Expert and were greatly shocked.
But shortly thereafter, they were overjoyed, thinking that if this Nascent Soul Realm Expert were to lend a hand, the two of them could definitely escape this deadly predicant and make it out alive.
With a strong will to survive, the chubby Supre Elder of the Five Poisons Sect said hoarsely, "Senior, am I wrong? No matter how strong you are, it’s impossible to enter the grave alone! If you are willing to save us, the four of us together might have a chance to break that teoric Iron Gate and enter!"
The other thin Supre Elder of the Five Poisons Sect was already close to collapse, yelling, "Senior, ti waits for no one! Co save us! If you delay any longer, we’re dood, and you will forever lose the chance to enter the grave!"
He Wujie didn’t even glance at them, trying once more with his fists, but aside from producing more impressive results, there was still no progress.
"Let try using a spiritual tool!"
He Wujie said, then removed the small bottle at his waist containing the "Thousand Spirits Elixir" and hurled it at the teoric Iron Gate of the grave.
"Thud!"
With a muffled boom, the mix of spiritual energy and sound waves’ impact made Fang Bai’s heart contract violently, and the earth trembled again, with large pieces of rock rolling down from the top of the grave.
That small bottle of He Wujie’s was forged with Space Stone and Fire Essence Iron from heaven, capable of being used both as a Spatial Spirit Device and an offensive spiritual tool, it was extrely formidable, equivalent to a King Grade elentary spiritual artifact.
Yet even with such a spiritual artifact, all it managed was to leave a fist-sized pit on the teoric Iron Gate without causing substantial damage.
Actually, Fang Bai understood clearly that the reason He Wujie’s attacks were ineffective was both because the teoric Iron Gate was indeed solid and due to the defensive array outside the tomb absorbing part of the attack’s force.
To destroy the teoric Iron Door, the defensive array outside the tomb must first be cracked.
"Those two Golden Core juniors of the Five Poisons Sect were right, it’s hard! Hard! Hard to destroy this teoric Iron door!"
He Wujie tried to smash the teoric Iron door with his small bottle several tis, each ti in vain, and let out a breath while saying "hard" thrice in a row.
Though He Wujie knew a bit about the Array Path, he was not a true Array Master, and the arrays outside the grave were set up with extre subtlety, so he did not perceive how the defensive array greatly enhanced the teoric Iron Door’s solidity.
In the distance, the two Supre Elders of the Five Poisons Sect also seed to realize that He Wujie and Fang Bai were dead set on not rescuing them. Seeing their death was certain, the cries for help turned into cold ridicule, and they uttered every unpleasant word.
"Ah..."
A prolonged, mournful scream echoed, as the chubby Supre Elder of the Five Poisons Sect had an arm severed by the spiritual tool wielded by the puppet corpse opposite him.
At the sa ti, the puppet corpse was decapitated by a sweeping blade from the chubby Supre Elder.
With the loss of an arm, the chubby Supre Elder’s combat power diminished by forty percent, and the intense pain made him break out in a cold sweat, involuntarily crying out.
Yet the headless puppet corpse continued unaffected, swinging its spiritual tool for another attack on him.
One side’s strength decreased, while the other’s remained, and in just over a dozen breaths, the chubby Supre Elder scread again, being cut in half, with his innards spilled everywhere, instantly losing vitality.
The fall of a companion made the thin Supre Elder flustered, and shortly thereafter, he was severely injured amidst the assault of two puppet corpses.
"I’ll fight you to the death!"
The thin Supre Elder knew his doom was inevitable, steeled himself, and unleashed his Golden Core for an imdiate self-detonation.
The power of a Golden Pill Perfection Expert’s self-detonation was several tis their usual combat strength, and the powerful blast swept through heaven and earth, laying waste to everything.
In an instant, the surroundings within several thousand ters turned to nothing, except for the grave and the two hiding behind it.
Even the four tireless, pain-free puppet corpses were shattered into hundreds of pieces in the self-detonation of the thin Supre Elder.
Thus, both Golden Pill Perfection Experts of the Five Poisons Sect perished.
The might of the puppet corpses was evident.
"Gone just like that? Truly not worth a single blow!"
He Wujie scoffed at the death of the two Supre Elders from the Five Poisons Sect.
Fang Bai also paid them no heed. Circled the grave again and said, "Master, I once learned so array techniques from that mystical figure, maybe I can crack the defensive array inside and outside this grave."
He Wujie replied, "The sa one who taught you how to brew the ’Thousand Spirits Elixir’?"
Fang Bai nodded.
He Wujie sighed, "Encountering that mystical figure is a great fate! Well, if you can crack this grave’s defensive array, we’ll have a better chance of destroying this teoric Iron door. Give it a try!"
To other Array Masters, this grave’s defensive array might seem extrely advanced, but Fang Bai only needed a few glances to feel confident that he could crack it with ease.
He circled the grave, stepped left nine tis, then turned right and walked seven steps, stopping to point a finger at the grave.
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