Randeng fled in defeat
High in the sky, thunder roared incessantly.
The battle between Zhao Gongming and the Daoist Randeng had entered a fierce stage.
Each swing of the Purple Lightning Hammer was accompanied by thunder that tore through the sky, and that extremely powerful and yang Destruction force constantly impacted the Universe Ruler in front of the Daoist Randeng.
"Clang!"
Another earth-shattering collision occurred. Daoist Randeng felt his arm go numb, and his hand holding the Universe Ruler almost lost its strength. He was thrown backward hundreds of feet by the violent force.
In contrast, Zhao Gongming grew stronger with each battle, his Surrounding Body Mystic Light, his fighting spirit burning like a raging fire, showing no signs of waning.
"Randeng, is that all you've got?" Zhao Gongming laughed loudly, his voice shaking the Yunxiao.
He swung the Purple Lightning Hammer again, his figure as swift as lightning, unleashing wave after wave of attacks, giving Randeng no chance to catch his breath.
The Daoist Randeng was inwardly groaning.
Although he could temporarily hold off the attack thanks to the profound and versatile Universe Ruler, which combined offense and defense, he was still able to do so.
But if things continue like this, defeat is only a matter of time.
No, this can't go on.
While struggling to parry, Randeng shouted loudly towards the battlefield below.
"Yun Zhongzi, come quickly to my aid!"
"This Zhao Gongming is far too fierce; I fear I alone cannot defeat him!"
His voice already carried a hint of barely concealed urgency.
On the battlefield, Yun Zhongzi, who had been observing the situation quietly, received Randeng's plea for help. A look of solemnity appeared on his usually ethereal face.
He could naturally see that Vice Sect Master Randeng had fallen into a complete disadvantage.
He dared not be negligent. With a swift movement, he was about to transform into a Qingfeng and soar into the heavens to join forces with Randeng to fight the enemy.
However, he had just moved.
Two powerful auras instantly locked onto him, one from the left and one from the right.
However, the moment he made a move, two Dao Body instantly blocked his way.
"Yun Zhongzi, your opponent is us!"
The Saint Mother Huoling wore Golden Cloud Crown and held a Hunyuan Hammer. Her Surrounding Body was surrounded by flames, exuding a fierce fighting spirit.
Beside her stood Yu Yuan, a burly man with a fierce-looking face.
"Hmph, want to help? You'll have to get past the Golden Light File in my hand first!"
Yu Yuan snorted coldly, Golden Light flashing in his hand, already prepared to make a move.
Yun Zhongzi looked at the two people blocking his way, a hint of helplessness on his face.
"Gentlemen, you are no match for this humble Daoist priest. Why invite further humiliation upon yourselves?"
Although he disliked fighting, his cultivation level was that of a true Daluo Golden Immortal, far surpassing that of the Saint Mother Huoling and Yu Yuan.
"Whether someone is a match or not, you'll only know after you've fought them!"
With a sharp cry, the Saint Mother Huoling slapped her Golden Cloud Crown, sending out countless Golden Light that shot straight toward Yun Zhongzi.
At the same time, the Hunyuan Hammer in her hand transformed into a streak of light and smashed down!
Yu Yuan also made his move at the same time. He summoned the Golden Light File, and the Magic Treasure transformed into a golden streak in the air, accompanied by a piercing sound of air being torn apart, as it filed towards Yun Zhongzi's waist.
Faced with the combined attack of the two, Yun Zhongzi simply sighed softly.
With a flick of his sleeve, an ancient longsword appeared in his hand. With a flash of sword light, it blocked the Hunyuan Hammer and the rain of light from the sky.
After doing all this, he calmly turned to the side, avoiding Yu Yuan's Golden Light File.
"I've already said, you are no match for me."
Yun Zhongzi spoke calmly.
However, the Saint Mother Huoling and Yu Yuan seemed not to hear them, and their attacks became even more ferocious.
The Saint Mother Huoling activated the Golden Cloud Crown once more.
Yu Yuan, relying on his superior physical strength, wielded Golden Light File and constantly Harassment at close range.
For a time, although Yun Zhongzi had the upper hand, he was also tightly entangled by the two and was unable to break free to help Randeng.
From the Nine Heavens Above, Zhao Gongming naturally noticed the changes below.
He looked at Ran Deng, who was Randeng and whose face was getting worse, and couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"Randeng, it seems your reinforcements aren't coming!"
"Just accept your death!"
"Today, this humble Daoist priest will send you to the Investiture of the Gods the Gods!"
Zhao Gongming roared, his attack becoming even more ferocious. Lightning surged on his Purple Lightning Hammer, almost dyeing the entire sky purple.
Daoist Randeng's heart sank, and he completely gave up any hope of relying on Yun Zhongzi.
Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at another battlefield.
There, the Immortal Weng of the South Pole was fighting against Yang Jiao and his two siblings.
Although the Immortal Weng of the South Pole was entangled by the three and unable to escape for the time being.
But the Wuji Apricot Yellow Banner above his head blossomed with ten thousand golden lotuses.
They protected him so well that no matter how Yang Jian and his two siblings attacked, they couldn't harm him in the slightest.
Apricot Yellow Banner!
A glimmer of hope flashed in the eyes of the Daoist Randeng.
As long as they can retreat to the Immortal Weng of the South Pole's side, with the supreme defense of the Apricot Yellow Banner, no matter how powerful Zhao Gongming is, he won't be able to break through the defense.
At that time, I will be invincible!
Having made up his mind, Daoist Randeng no longer hesitated.
He suddenly activated the Universe Ruler, forcefully blocking Zhao Gongming's powerful hammer blow, using the terrifying recoil force.
He transformed into a streak of light and sped straight towards the battlefield where the Immortal Weng of the South Pole was located.
"Want to leave? Not so easy!"
Zhao Gongming was no ordinary man; he instantly saw through Randeng's intentions.
He snorted coldly, his feet stepping on Mystic Light, moving faster than Randeng, and chasing after him like a shadow.
The Purple Lightning Hammer in his hand transformed into streaks of purple lightning, relentlessly striking at Randeng's vital point in the back.
Left with no other option, Daoist Randeng turned around to defend himself.
On the other side, the Immortal Weng of the South Pole also noticed the Randeng's predicament.
He was extremely anxious and shouted at Yang Jian and the other two in front of him.
"Get out of my way, you three brats!"
He activated the Wuji Apricot Yellow Banner, and ten thousand Golden Light burst forth, forming an indestructible barrier in an attempt to force Yang Jian and the other two to retreat.
However, Yang Jian and his two companions cooperated seamlessly and did not engage him in a direct confrontation.
Yang Chan activated the Precious Lotus Lantern, its seven-colored divine light flowing and continuously weakening the Golden Light of the Apricot Yellow Banner.
Yang Jiao provided support from the sidelines, intervening from time to time to restrain the actions of the Immortal Weng of the South Pole.
But what troubled the Immortal Weng of the South Pole the most was Yang Jian.
Yang Jian cultivates Martial Path, and his physical strength is incredibly powerful, comparable to that of a Great Witch!
He didn't use any Magic Treasure, just his fists.
Each punch carried a terrifying power capable of shattering the void, slamming heavily onto the light screen of the Apricot Yellow Banner.
Thump!
Thump!
Thump!
The dull thuds of impact continued to echo.
Although the Apricot Yellow Banner offered unparalleled defense, Yang Jian's fists couldn't harm him in the slightest.
But Yang Jian was like an insurmountable mountain, blocking him in place and preventing him from going to rescue Randeng.
"How can this kid's physical body be so powerful!"
The Immortal Weng of the South Pole was utterly horrified.
As the Daoist Randeng's disadvantage became increasingly apparent under Zhao Gongming's attacks, he was on the verge of defeat.
The Immortal Weng of the South Pole could no longer care about anything else!
"Get out of here!"
He roared and poured all his Magic Power into the Fly whisk, then swung it fiercely!
Thousands of silver threads transformed into sharp blades that pierced through the void, lashing out fiercely at Yang Jian with unparalleled power!
This attack was born of his true rage, and he used all his strength!
Yang Jian neither dodged nor evaded, but crossed his arms in front of his chest to protect himself, and took the blow head-on!
Boom!
With a deafening roar, Yang Jian was sent flying by the immense force, leaving a long trail in the air.
Seizing this opening, the Immortal Weng of the South Pole ignored Yang Jiao and Yang Chan's attacks, his figure transforming into a Golden Light as he rushed straight towards the direction of Randeng!
The two Dao Body were about to meet.
At this critical moment...
Yang Jiao, who had not used any powerful Magic Treasure, suddenly raised his hand expressionlessly.
A gourd, entirely blue and gold in color and with an antique shape, appeared in his palm.
It was the last Blue Gourd that grew on the Innate Gourd Vine that year, which was nourished by the Human Clan with immeasurable Merit Fortune for countless years.
It had already developed incredible divine abilities, its power comparable to that of Innate Supreme Treasure!
"Go!"
Yang Jiao infused his Magic Power into it and pointed it at the figure of the Immortal Weng of the South Pole.
Buzz!
From the mouth of the gourd, a beam of blue-gold divine light shot out, and the space in front of the Immortal Weng of the South Pole began to Distortion System without warning.
A deep, dark passageway appeared out of nowhere, completely enveloping him!
The Immortal Weng of the South Pole was shocked. Before he could react, an irresistible spatial force engulfed him.
The next moment, the scene before his eyes changed.
When he came to his senses, he found himself back in the same spot.
Yang Jian, whom he had just repelled, had already pressed forward again, and that huge fist rapidly magnified in his vision!
The Immortal Weng of the South Pole only had time to activate the Apricot Yellow Banner's defense to its maximum before Yang Jian punched him away again.
He steadied himself and looked at the gourd in Yang Jiao's hand with a mixture of shock and anger.
"What kind of Magic Treasure is this! It can even Distortion System space!"
As the Immortal Weng of the South Pole frantically urged the Apricot Yellow Banner to defend himself, he stared in horror at Yang Jiao, his heart filled with turmoil.
Yang Jiao merely snorted coldly, offering no reply, and rejoined the battle alongside Yang Chan.
High in the sky, Daoist Randeng also witnessed this unbelievable scene.
When he saw the Immortal Weng of the South Pole being swallowed by a strange passage and then reappearing in the same spot.
A hint of despair finally appeared on his eternally unchanging face.
The last hope was also extinguished.
"Boom!"
In that instant of distraction, Zhao Gongming's Purple Lightning Hammer, crackling with endless Lightning, slammed fiercely into his Universe Ruler.
The Daoist Randeng felt an irresistible force coming at him. He groaned and was sent flying like a kite with a broken string.
He forcefully suppressed his surging blood and qi, and with the force of the impact, he no longer hesitated.
He transformed into a dim streak of light and fled in a sorry state.