Saints' Robes, All Sages Pay Homage to Heaven

"The Thousand Character Text of Earth Script, the Nine Chapter Armor."

Qing Xiang's entire body was filled with azure energy, and she covered her delicate body with the Nine Chapter Armor, which she had cultivated from nine chapters of the <Book of Earth>, and exchanged nine blows with Li Weiyi, who was only holding one hand.

Li Weiyi used Ye Tianchen as a shield with his other hand to block the attacks of the two Fourth Realm Head Scholar.

Even though the two Head Scholar deliberately held back and avoided him at every turn, Ye Tianchen was still covered in wounds and coughing up blood.

"Swish! Swish!"

The Head Scholar experts in the building all leaped out.

Whether suspended in mid-air or standing atop a building, they are all condensing Daoist arts.

Someone shouted, "Li Weiyi, you dare call yourself the Southern Dragon? If you have the guts, release Ye Tianchen and fight us fair and square!"

"Okay, one-on-one? One-on-two, one-on-three, I can barely accept that either."

Seeing that they had all become mute, Li Weiyi was too lazy to waste any more words. He took out a magic bag and threw the heavily injured Ye Tianchen into it.

Then, he slung the boundary bag over his back and shouted to the crowd, "Be careful with your attacks. If you destroy the boundary bag and Ye Tianchen dies, it won't be me who killed him."

Li Weiyi stretched out his arms and strode towards Qing Xiang.

"Sizzle!"

One Hundred and Eight Lightning Strike Arrays appeared, and more than a dozen bolts of lightning flew out from the array, transforming into lightning swords that flew away.

"The Nine Heavens Thunder Strike Sword of the Ancient Lei Xiao Sect?"

Qing Xiang, having read countless books and possessing extensive knowledge, slid backward and, with a flick of her palm, unleashed a Thousand Character Text.

The culture of the Thousand Character Text is like a river of characters, colliding with electric sparks flying from all directions.

Even when lightning struck her, it was blocked by the Nine Chapter Armor.

As Ye Tianchen was put into the dimensional bag, the Saint Mind Master present immediately activated the formation, breaking through the One Hundred and Eight Lightning Strike Arrays. Then, several Head Scholar experts launched close-range attacks on Li Weiyi.

"Bang! Bang!"

Li Weiyi fought against multiple opponents, quickly escaping and fighting his way along the lake, using palm strikes and kicks to continuously knock away the attacking Longevity Realm Martial Cultivator of the Saints Learning Sea.

But it is endless.

At any given moment, there are no fewer than four people fighting against Li Weiyi.

Meanwhile, the others secretly gathered their strength and condensed their Dao techniques. Only after they had finished condensing them did they step in to fill in the gaps.

"Boom!"

Four-colored Spiritual Light burst forth from Li Weiyi's brow, sending all five attackers flying, each spitting blood from their mouths and noses.

Some crashed to the ground, dragging plows across it. Others plunged into the lake with a splash.

"Peak of the Fourth Realm Saint Mind Master."

Qing Xiang frowned and gently raised her hand in greeting.

Behind him, more than a dozen Holy Mind Masters unleashed a storm of runes, surging densely towards Li Weiyi.

Li Weiyi moved swiftly along the ground, dodging attacks while simultaneously collecting the two severely injured Longevity Realm Martial Cultivator of the Saints Learning Sea into two boundary bags, which he then hung on two other blind spots in his defenses.

Just as he stood up, Qing Xiang descended from the sky, unleashing a palm strike with a radius of tens of feet.

In the azure sky, layers of text from the "Book of the Ground" overlapped, rising and falling.

The four top Head Scholar, who had been healing their injuries, attacked Li Weiyi from four different directions.

Prior to this, six other Daoist techniques condensed into six chains, which then wrapped around Li Weiyi.

In the distance, Zhuang Yue watched as Li Weiyi was besieged by an overwhelming number of experts, enduring wave after wave of attacks. Holding her breath, she tightly gripped Jiang Ning's small hands and repeatedly looked at her ahead.

I had a feeling that Li Weiyi was about to be suppressed or stripped naked at any moment. Therefore, I was extremely nervous and worried.

Jiang Ning turned her head and looked at her pale face. "What are you worried about? He's just honing himself, wanting to reach the peak realm as soon as possible, so he deliberately came to cause trouble. It's good that Saints Learning Sea Jia seems to have a wealth of talent, but in reality, it's a disorganized mess. Currently, only about a third of their forces have surrounded them, and they don't seem to be training any battle formations. They are far inferior to the well-prepared Demon Kingdom."

"But..." Zhuang Yue saw that Li Weiyi was already vomiting blood and had been hit by many punches and palm strikes.

"But what? He hasn't even released the Seven Mysterious Insects that are best suited to deal with the siege. Does he need you to help him escape? In this battle, he has to rely on himself to get through it. Only then will he have a chance of winning against the Demon Kingdom." Jiang Ning looked at the battlefield again.

Li Weiyi had already fled halfway around Mirror Lake, bleeding from all seven orifices, and was severely injured. He kept trying to get into crowds, and he already had five boundary bags hanging on his body.

It was precisely because of these boundary bags that Saints Learning Sea and his group were restrained; otherwise, he would have been overwhelmed by Daoist techniques and formations long ago.

All he could see were figures, fists, and palms; the protective aura he had erected was instantly shattered.

On the tallest vermilion pavilion in Meng Qingyuan.

Cheng Dun stood by the railing, hands behind his back, his eyes cold and deep as he watched the chaotic battle raging on the lakeside. He was clearly extremely dissatisfied with the performance of the martial artists from the Saints Learning Sea.

Beside him, Pu Yanshou, carrying a scroll, counted on a pillar with a pen and reported, "Nine are seriously injured and incapacitated, five have been captured, and twenty-seven are lightly injured. I'll go end the battle; if we continue, it'll look too bad!"

"Li Weiyi hasn't used the Seven Mysterious Insects yet! As long as the seven insects aren't released, you and the rest of you shouldn't move."

After Cheng Dun finished speaking, he remained silent for a long while before asking, "What's your opinion on this battle?"

After bowing, Pu Yanshou responded to Cheng Dun's test, "The disciples of the Hundred Schools of the Saints Learning Sea are all acting independently, greedy for petty gains. People like Ye Tianchen and Uncle Chu Fang have even secretly joined the Demon Kingdom's camp, preparing to serve them in the battle for immortality."

"The students believe that they deserve such a test from the outside world. Li Weiyi is the sword that cuts through their dignity and pride, letting them know the power of the top young talents."

"This battle, which left Li Weiyi and Mo Duanfeng at Meng Qingyuan, is barely considered a passing grade. From now on, the members of the Saints Learning Sea can unite, which will be more effective than any gathering for discussion."

"If we let the two of them escape, the disciples of the Hundred Families will surely feel ashamed and then strive harder, and will truly rally around Meng Quyi and Qing Xiang, becoming a unified whole."

Cheng Dun nodded slightly, his gaze shifting to Mirror Lake: "The Fengfu Emperor Blade!"

After the sixth strike of the Duanfeng Seven Slashes was unleashed, an imperial figure appeared behind Mo Duanfeng, towering dozens of feet high, with sword energy flowing like a torrent.

Not to mention Mirror Lake, even the Defensive Formation around it shattered layer by layer, leaving a long trail of blades on the ground of Meng Qingyuan.

"Sizzle!"

The Qi of All Things in Heaven and Earth and the layers of Earth Book characters were shattered by Mo Duanfeng's blade. Meng Quyi retreated repeatedly, landing on the top of the Waterwood Pavilion, blood flowing from his hands.

The White Jade Sacred Hand was shattered, restoring its original color.

"How is this possible? He actually caught the Fengfu Emperor Blade so easily? Is the defense of the Heaven and Earth Freedom Realm so impenetrable?"

Mo Duanfeng's seventh strike, "Zutian Immortal Blade," was activated by the magic technique. The ancestral field's magical energy oscillated back and forth like the tides of the ocean, rising and falling, ready to unleash its power.

If this strike fails to injure Meng Quyi to the point of incapacitation, he will be at the mercy of his opponent.

"No! He's shrouded in an aura and power that doesn't belong to the Longevity Realm... it's the Saints' Robes! So that's it, he's wearing the Saints' Robes."

Mo Duanfeng stared intently, discerning the clues, and cursed inwardly.

With the protection of the sage's robes, it's as if he has been given subtle power of the laws.

"The All Sages Pay Homage to Heaven."

Meng Quyi stood atop the Waterwood Pavilion, straightened his clothes, and began to chant loudly.

His whole body radiated with rosy light, his head was covered with blue clouds, and his feet were treading on Sea of Characters.

He bowed slightly, placing his hands in front of him in a crossed and extended position.

"Splash! Splash! Splash..."

One after another, holy figures appeared in the Sea of Characters and the azure clouds, preparing to meet Mo Duanfeng's strongest strike.

To everyone's surprise, Mo Duanfeng forcibly sheathed his sword and charged towards Li Weiyi, who was being besieged by the lakeside, laughing wildly, "You're good. That's enough for today. We'll fight again another day."

Meng Quyi was dressed in the Saints' Robes, Mo Duanfeng believed that even if the Zutian Immortal Blade him, it would be difficult to severely injure him.

Mo Duanfeng was not only good at attacking, but was actually a person who valued defense the most. He always wore three layers of armor that were airtight and never took them off.

After his three-layered armor was destroyed in the Ancient Kingdom of the Years Ruin, he returned to the Holy Capital and was granted the Fire God Armor, which offered even greater protection, to participate in the struggle for immortality.

When challenging Meng Quyi, Mo Duanfeng didn't wear the Fire God Armor, believing that the <Longevity Earth Ranking> was a contest of personal strength, unlike the Longevity Crossing contest which was a contest of interests. He thought that even if he won with the Fire God Qi within the armor, he wouldn't gain recognition.

Therefore, seeing Meng Quyi actually wearing the Saints' Robes to fight, he felt somewhat annoyed.

But there's not much to say. Meng Quyi being able to wear such a rare and precious treasure as the Saints' Robes is itself a testament to his strength.

Moreover, Mo Duanfeng knew that Li Weiyi had been circling around Mirror Lake and hadn't left; he was waiting for him.

Winning or losing is important, but friends are more important.

"Brother Weiyi, I've lost. Let's go!"

Mo Duanfeng rushed to the shore, slashed with his sword, and knocked Qing Xiang back.

Li Weiyi glanced at Meng Quyi, who hadn't yet arrived in the lake. "Bury me for a breath."

Uncle Chu Fang saw Li Weiyi's gaze fall on him, his expression changed drastically, and he immediately stepped back.

"Still trying to leave?"

Li Weiyi caught up with him with lightning speed.

Uncle Chu Fang, his body gleaming with golden light, suddenly turned his burly frame around and punched Li Weiyi in the face.

Li Weiyi lowered his body to avoid the fist, and struck the man's chest with both palms in a tower-like motion.

With a cracking sound, Uncle Chu Fang's ribs broke, and all his strength was dissipated. The next moment, Li Weiyi slammed his body heavily to the ground and punched him in the head, knocking him unconscious.

It was stored in the realm bag where Ye Tianchen was located.

A dense whistling sound arose behind us.

As Mo Duanfeng joined the battle with his sword, the martial artists of the Longevity Realm Martial Cultivator of the Saints Learning Sea, who were suppressing their anger, unleashed their magical weapons.

Mo Duanfeng mobilized the magical energy and poured it into the crimson belt.

Instantly, the Fire God Armor spread inch by inch from the belt, covering the entire body, transforming the body into a torch that blocked all the flying magical artifacts.

"Bang! Bang!"

Mo Duanfeng withstood dozens of Thousand Character Artifacts, but the blades could not cut through them all, and the impact kept penetrating his armor. He was forced to retreat repeatedly, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. He finally realized how extraordinary Li Weiyi was, being able to fight a group of people alone until now.

If it weren't for the protection of the Fire God Armor, dozens of Thousand Character Artifact falling would have been enough to chop him into mincemeat.

Azure clouds and Sea of Characters surged forth from Mirror Lake.

With the imposing presence of "All Sages Pay Homage to Heaven," Meng Quyi, his Saints' Robes fluttering, flew in from the Kongxu. Upon seeing the Fire God Armor on Mo Duanfeng, his expression changed slightly, and he shouted, "You haven't lost tonight, but you and Li Weiyi won't be leaving."

The All Sages Pay Homage to Heaven, and dozens of holy figures were present.

Azure clouds enveloped the entire Meng Qingyuan, while the Sea of Characters and the glow of the sunset pressed down upon Mo Duanfeng and Li Weiyi.

Suddenly.

These Sea of Characters and rosy clouds were dispersed by the Immortal Mist Pure Radiance and the Four-colored Spiritual Light flames, and instead surged back.

"The Glazed Pure Fire, a combination of martial arts and spiritual power."

"If you can block my move, Shī Yī Seal, then Lao Mo and I will surrender today!"

Li Weiyi formed the Shī Yī Seal his hands at his chest, and his body slowly rose from the Immortal Mist Pure Radiance and Four-colored Spiritual Light, like a Buddha descending to earth, surrounded by chanting. Covered in blood, his fighting spirit and belief in victory reached their peak at this moment, breaking through the blue clouds.