the central region of the Tianyuan Continent, mountains stretch endlessly, ridge after ridge, forming the vast and boundless Ten Thousand Mountains. Within these mountains, towering ancient trees block out the sun, and thousand-year-old vines intertwine like dragons. All sorts of strange beasts and monsters emerge in endless streams, and the cries of monkeys and roars of tigers can be heard incessantly. It is truly a primeval land.
At this moment, deep within these vast mountains, a murderous aura permeated the air. A dozen or so young powerhouses who had come from the City of Sin were confronting Ling Zixu and his group.
Ling Zixu had already been poisoned by the Fierce Blood Group. His face was flushed, as if he were about to bleed, his head was covered in sweat, his jaw was clenched, and his long eyebrows were deeply furrowed, as if he was in extreme pain. Ling Yun stood nervously behind him, while two other followers in their twenties stood in front of Ling Zixu.
At the very front was the elderly servant of the Ling family. He wore a blue jacket, his body was hunched over, and his hair was gray. He looked like an ordinary old man who couldn't be more ordinary.
But no one expected that this seemingly ordinary old man would suddenly unleash a powerful aura in that instant, standing in front of Ling Zixu with the domineering presence of a powerful figure, blocking all the young experts.
A vast energy fluctuation emanated from his thin body, causing the fallen branches and leaves on the ground to float up and swirl around him and Ling Zixu, enveloping the five of them in an extremely powerful and terrifying force field.
Long Wu, Kevin, Leng Feng, and the others exchanged glances, their expressions changing drastically. They never expected such a powerful expert to suddenly appear. Originally, seeing that Ling Zixu was poisoned and unable to fight, they thought it would be easy to kill Ling Yun. Who knew that a terrifying expert at the fourth-tier Great Perfection realm would suddenly appear? This was completely unexpected for everyone.
On the ground, three martial artists from the Immortal Martial Academy and Long Wu, Leng Feng, and other martial artists from the Divine Wind Academy quickly surrounded the old man in blue. In the air, three dragon knights from the War God Academy, four mages from the Illusion Demon Academy, and Dongfang Fenghuang and Kevin from the Divine Wind Academy gathered their battle qi and magical elements, preparing to unleash their most ferocious attack on the old man in blue.
The young powerhouses knew that they had to kill or defeat the old man in green as quickly as possible, otherwise, once Ling Zixu, this terrifying fifth-tier peerless expert, eliminated the toxins from his body, there would truly be no chance of victory.
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Eastern Phoenix, Kevin, and the magicians from the Illusion Magic Academy were the first to launch an attack. With their understanding of magic, they didn't need to chant overly long spells. As long as they gathered enough magical elements, they could quickly launch a magical attack.
A massive lightning bolt tore through the void, a cold, gleaming ice spear illuminated the sky, and terrifying flames swept across the heavens and earth, surging down from the sky one after another, attacking the old man in green, Ling Zixu, and the other four.
The terrifying magical fluctuations were as vast as the sea, surging and rushing like a raging torrent, and the world was filled with intense light, engulfing the old man in blue and the other four.
This was the combined power of six mages, one of whom, from the Illusionary Magic Academy, had reached the fourth rank, while the other five had all reached the third rank. Such a fierce attack was truly terrifying.
Suddenly, within the intense light, a blue halo appeared. The blue light swirled continuously, growing brighter and more dazzling until it formed a massive vortex. The immense energy surging from all the magical attacks in the air poured into the vortex.
The dazzling blue vortex absorbed all the magical energy like a whale swallowing a dreg, revealing the five figures on the ground. The old man in blue robes drew circles with his hands, as if embracing a rolling ball, using the profound Eastern martial arts technique of Tai Chi to deflect the mage's fierce attack. Most of the magical energy was channeled into the ground, while the rest was forcibly refined into the air by his powerful internal force.
Beneath his feet were massive cracks, from which terrifying magical energy surged violently into the ground. Even after the mage ceased his attack, the cracks continued to extend into the distance, forming a spiderweb-like network on the ground.
If the old man in blue were only concerned with himself, there would be no need for him to withstand the attack head-on. However, he needed to protect Ling Zixu and buy him time. It wasn't easy for him to take such a terrifying magical attack alone, but he was unharmed, only a little pale. This demonstrated the strength of a powerful expert at the fourth-tier advanced stage.
The three martial artists from the Immortal Martial Academy, along with Long Wu, Leng Feng, and another expert from the Divine Wind Academy, launched a second round of attacks the moment the magical energy disappeared, giving the old man in green no chance to catch his breath.
Six dazzling sword energies intertwined, forming a magnificent sword net, rushing towards the old man in green, with endless "whoosh" sounds of air being torn apart.
The old man in blue suddenly opened his eyes, releasing two beams of divine light. He moved both fists simultaneously, smashing them forward. Two unparalleled beams of light shot out from his fists, meeting the six sword energies. The energy from both sides had already materialized. As soon as they made contact, bursts of clanging sounds erupted in the air, like metal clashing.
The six sword energies and the two beams of light dissipated simultaneously, erupting in the air with a light more dazzling than the sun, and a violent flow of energy swept in all directions. Wherever the rain of light passed, anything tangible was destroyed, and the rocks between the two sides turned into fine sand, forming a small desert, surpassing even the power created by the mages earlier.
Three earth-shattering dragon roars echoed through the mountains, startling birds and beasts in the distant forests into flight. The three sub-dragons, each over ten zhang long, swung their tails in the air and simultaneously swooped down in three directions, creating a fierce gust of wind that whipped up dust and sand.
Three dazzling battle qi beams, each several meters long, rippled through the air with terrifying waves, giving the old man in green no chance to catch his breath before slashing down.
The old man in green robes, as expected of a fourth-tier master, remained fearless and unleashed a punch into the sky, instantly shattering the three streams of battle energy. The intense force caused the three-headed dragons to wince in pain, roaring repeatedly before simultaneously soaring into the sky, their three massive tails lashing out at the five people on the ground.
The old man in blue frowned. He could easily dodge it himself, but Ling Zixu was circulating his internal energy to expel the poison and could not be disturbed by external forces. He had no choice but to withstand it. He shouted and his palms moved rapidly, creating layers of palm shadows above the five people. A hazy blue light enveloped the five people's heads like a large umbrella.
The three-headed dragon's terrifyingly long tail, several meters long, possessed astonishing whipping power and lightning-fast speed. It emitted strange howls in the air, its piercing and unpleasant sounds resembling the ghostly cries of the deepest hell.
Three deafening roars echoed as the three giant tails lashed out at the blue light barrier. The three dragons let out mournful howls and quickly fled. The giant tails of the three dragons were injured by the blue light, and large patches of scales fell off the parts that came into contact with the light, oozing large amounts of blood.
The old man in blue was also not feeling well; his face was pale, and his chest and abdomen were heaving violently.
Just then, the five mages in the air and the six Eastern warriors on the ground gathered enough power and launched a fierce attack at the same time. These people seemed to be of one mind and did not give the old man in green a moment to rest.
Celestial magic and earthly sword energy filled the entire world with endless, blazing light. The dazzling magic, like a mighty river cascading from the heavens, surged and roared, vast and boundless. Meanwhile, the brilliant, rainbow-like sword energy, like divine light from the celestial realm, shook the netherworld with unparalleled power, reverberating across the land.
The old man in green had to protect Ling Zixu and couldn't dodge. He possessed profound martial arts skills but couldn't use them, and could only rely on his terrifying cultivation to fight head-on. Although he had reached the fourth-tier mastery realm, he was still no match for more than a dozen super young powerhouses at the same time.
Lightning, ice spears, and wind blades crashed into the light shield he had erected, while sword energy and fist force bombarded the increasingly dim light around him again and again.
The old man in blue couldn't bear it any longer and spat out a mouthful of blood. His face turned deathly pale, and he felt unsteady on his feet, almost falling to the ground.
Just then, Ling Zixu suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, which startled Ling Yun and the old man in green. The old man in green hurriedly mustered his strength and quickly gathered his power to raise the dim light barrier again.
After vomiting more than a dozen mouthfuls of blood, Ling Zixu's face turned deathly pale. He opened his eyes and said, "Anu, don't worry, I'm vomiting poisonous blood, it's nothing serious." After saying this, he suddenly grabbed the two attendants in front of him, who were around twenty years old, and pulled them to his side, saying, "The most concentrated poison has been expelled from my body, but this toxin is too potent, and the impurities in my blood are difficult to completely remove. Now I need a blood transfusion to see whose blood is compatible with mine."
Ling Zixu slashed the blood vessels of the two men, and at the same time cut his own two arms, pressing them tightly together with the arms of his two followers. After a moment, he pushed one of the followers away, saying, "Yours is not suitable."
He left behind only his follower, whose blood type matched his own, and then began to use his internal energy to force his blood to gush out the poisonous blood from the wound on one of his arms. The blood spurted out like a stream, emitting a foul stench, as large amounts of poisonous blood were rapidly expelled from his body.
A moment later, Ling Zixu's face turned deathly pale. He had almost drained all the blood from his body, and he was swaying precariously.
At this moment, the old man in green was already coughing up blood from the barrage of attacks from numerous former light-level experts, and he was on the verge of collapse. Lightning, wind blades, sword energy, and battle aura outside were constantly breaking through his defenses and rushing into the light barrier. If Ling Yun hadn't intervened, Ling Zixu might have already been injured by the fierce attacks of the young powerhouses.
"Anu, just hold on a little longer, I'll be done soon." Ling Zixu grabbed the follower who had the same blood type as him and pressed the wounds on their arms tightly together. He used his inner strength to quickly absorb the follower's blood. As the fresh blood flowed into his body, Ling Zixu felt his strength returning, and the smile on his face grew wider and wider.
However, at that moment, a deafening roar erupted as the blue light shield supporting the old man in green was shattered by a massive golden palm. Within the palm was a stunningly beautiful woman in snow-white robes, like a celestial maiden descended to earth. In the instant the golden light dimmed, the woman in white broke through the golden mist, wielding a sword in both hands, and slashed down from the sky, aiming directly at the old man in green.
The stunningly beautiful woman was none other than Meng Ke'er. A practitioner of both Dao and martial arts, she now wielded flying swords in both hands, unleashing a close-range attack of immense power. The flying swords emitted a dazzling light like a bolt of lightning, and the surging power seemed to shake the entire world.
Many young powerhouses outside the arena were shaken and forced to retreat rapidly by the immense, ocean-like force. The vast energy fluctuations shocked the old man in blue; this power was too terrifying. He was currently severely injured and unable to resist it. In haste, he raised both fists and unleashed a powerful attack.
With a deafening roar, the old man in blue coughed up blood, was sent flying, and fell to the ground, never to rise again.
Meng Ke'er also spat out a mouthful of blood. She had previously forcibly broken the seal and exchanged a punch with Ling Zixu, but was backfired by the power of the seal within her body, and had already suffered serious internal injuries. Now she was injured again.
At this moment, a golden palm of light swiftly reached out to grab Ling Zixu. The one who made the move was Chen Nan. He had just used all his strength to use the Dragon-Capturing Hand to escort Meng Ke'er into front of the old man in green, successfully injuring him severely. Now, the Dragon-Capturing Hand was used again, fiercely grabbing at Ling Zixu.
Ling Zixu was greatly alarmed and retreated quickly, but in his current state, how could he be faster than the Dragon-Capturing Hand? The golden palm of light enveloped him and his follower in an instant. Ling Yun hurriedly rushed forward, trying to break through the golden palm of light, but he couldn't budge it an inch.
The golden palm of light rapidly contracted, but it couldn't harm Ling Zixu in the slightest. However, it squeezed the follower in his hand, deforming him. Just as Ling Zixu was about to make a move, the palm of light suddenly blazed brightly, instantly crushing the follower into a cloud of blood mist in mid-air.
The light palm dissipated, and Ling Zixu roared repeatedly. Although he had successfully expelled the toxins from his body, he had almost drained all his blood. Before his blood had even replenished to one-tenth of its original amount, Chen Nan forcibly interrupted the process.
If an ordinary person had only such a small amount of blood left in their body, they would probably have already passed away. Even a powerful fifth-level master like Ling Zixu would not be able to hold on for long. He felt dizzy and his steps were extremely unsteady.
Ling Yun quickly helped Ling Zixu up, his anxiety evident. This was his support, his lifeline. If Ling Zixu couldn't recover, he would surely die a horrible death.
Chen Nan unleashed his Dragon-Capturing Hand for the third time, swiftly sweeping Meng Ke'er, who had fallen to the ground, back with him. The purple-gold dragon murmured from within his sleeve, "This time, you won't let her go again, will you?"