Wen Zhong's Ferocity, Dragon-Subduing Appears

"Halt!"

Wen Zhong roared, his golden whip smashing down like a colossal golden python opening its maw, aiming to swallow the bald head directly in front of him in one gulp!

The Yin-Yang Whip in Wen Zhong's hand was a gift from the Intercepting Sect's Golden Spirit Holy Mother. It was a genuine Houtian Spiritual Treasure, with the spirits of two Golden Immortal-level demon pythons sealed within. When activated by magic, they could manifest, possessing astonishing power!

As the giant python lunged, the bald man, whose upper body was bare and also gleaming with golden light, suddenly turned around, revealing a smooth back adorned with a fierce tiger tattoo!

A fierce wind suddenly whipped up, and the tattooed tiger on his back roared, leaping from his back with a gentle bound, charging straight for the giant python!

The fierce tiger grew as it met the wind, instantly expanding to a hundred zhang in size. Its body shimmered with golden light, and an aura of compassion spread out, colliding with the giant python in an instant!

"Hiss!"

"Roar!"

The giant python lunged to bite, but the fierce tiger swatted its head away with a claw, exposing its vulnerable seven-inch scale, which the tiger then clamped its jaws around!

As the giant python recoiled with a mournful cry, its fierce bloodlust, rooted in its spirit, was fully ignited. Disregarding the severe injury to its scale, its tail swiftly wrapped around the fierce tiger's waist, constricting and tightening, attempting to take the fierce tiger down with it!

"Insolent beast, eat another whip from this old man!"

Wen Zhong was enraged once more. His magic surged, his golden form radiating brilliance. With his left hand, the Yin-Yang Whip transformed into another giant python, its eyes fierce, shaking its head and wagging its tail as it coiled towards the fierce tiger!

"Sinful, sinful!"

"Merciful, merciful!"

Seeing Wen Zhong's ferocity return, the two golden figures to his left and right, one with elongated arms and the other with elongated legs, their limbs intersecting and responding to each other, emitted a light that was both intense and gentle, once again blocking the second giant python's path!

"Roar!"

The female python, blocked from its path, let out an agitated dragon's roar, its eyes blood-red, flames of rage and malevolence rising. In an instant, it clashed with the two golden figures!

At this moment, Wen Zhong, who should have been furious, wore an unusually calm expression, a slight smile playing on his lips, his golden form eerily dimming.

The next moment, Wen Zhong suddenly turned, his magic surging like a river into his brow. A vertical eye there erupted with divine light, profoundly mysterious!

"Not good! Senior Brother, save me!"

With a single glance, the golden figure who had been behind Wen Zhong was instantly filled with terror. A chill spread from the depths of his heart, his body feeling as if it had fallen into an endless abyss of ice, stiff and immobile!

"Heavenly Eye, open!"

Wen Zhong's armor clanged as he spoke. A beam of divine light shot out from his Heavenly Eye. Where it passed, the five elements retreated, thunder erupted, and even space itself seemed to ripple!

This strike possessed a trace of Da Luo's might!

"Alms-Bowl Junior Brother!"

Seeing the Alms-Bowl Arhat in mortal danger, Subduing Tiger roared, his golden light exploding and surging into the fierce tiger!

With Subduing Tiger's aid, the fierce tiger's form swelled once more, tearing the giant python apart in an instant!

"Hiss~"

The demon python's spirit, damaged, let out a mournful cry and transformed into the golden whip. Just as it was about to fly back into Wen Zhong's hand, it was swatted away for hundreds of miles by the fierce tiger's claw, disappearing from the battlefield in a flash of golden light!

"Wen Zhong, die!"

On the other side, the Hand-Reaching Arhat and the River-Crossing Arhat were being held back by the female python, unable to advance an inch!

"Hmph! Too late!"

As Wen Zhong's words fell, the divine light reached the Alms-Bowl Arhat's chest. Just as it was about to pierce his heart, it was blocked by a suddenly appearing golden alms-bowl!

The magical artifact possessed a spirit. The Alms-Bowl Arhat had nurtured it daily by holding it, and it had long since developed a trace of sentience, barely qualifying as a Houtian Spiritual Treasure.

Now, sensing the Alms-Bowl Arhat's life was threatened, it rushed out of his dantian without hesitation, blocking the divine light from the Heavenly Eye at the last moment.

"I... I'm saved!"

The Alms-Bowl Arhat gasped for breath, his body finally regaining a sliver of mobility, a look of relief after escaping death on his face.

However, as the saying goes: don't celebrate too early.

With a "crack," the golden alms-bowl suddenly shattered into pieces, and the divine light surged towards the Alms-Bowl Arhat's left chest once more!

"No!"

The Alms-Bowl Arhat had no time to react. He was instantly sent flying by the divine light, his golden body instantly dimming, and a large hole was torn in his chest, through which his faintly visible heart could be seen beating!

"Still not dead?"

Seeing that the Alms-Bowl Arhat still showed signs of life, Wen Zhong frowned slightly. He hadn't expected this golden figure to also possess a spiritual treasure, one that managed to block his long-planned fatal blow.

Ever since he came to the Northern Sea to quell the rebellion, whenever Yuan Futong was on the verge of defeat, these golden figures and that Taoist would appear to obstruct him.

Initially, there were only those four Taoists, who would conjure winds and mists, setting up confinement formations to block the army. They would only trap, not kill, and then, when the army was exhausted, they would release the formations, allowing him to lead his troops away.

Unsure of the enemy's methods, he dared not commit his entire army. Thus, the conflict dragged on and on. Until a year later, his patience ran out. He used the Heavenly Eye between his brows to break through the illusionary formations, intending to capture the leader first, but he was intercepted by this golden figure!

If one couldn't stop him, two would appear. If two couldn't, three would. Four! Only then did they fight him to a stalemate, yet no new enemies appeared. They remained in this deadlock.

He didn't know why these people were holding him back, but he knew that the more the enemy didn't want him to do something, the more he would do it!

Therefore, he had planned for a long time, deliberately concealing his strength, all for this moment to strike suddenly and break through the predicament!

However, merely shattering their spiritual treasure and heavily wounding their golden bodies was not enough. He wanted... to kill!

The Ink Jade Qilin blocked Subduing Tiger. Wen Zhong moved, chasing after the Alms-Bowl Arhat, and threw another punch with his right hand. Waves of Blood Essence mixed with the battlefield's killing intent surged directly towards the Alms-Bowl Arhat's beating heart!

"Kill!"

"Roar!"

Just as Wen Zhong was about to strike a killing blow, a heaven-shattering dragon's roar echoed from nowhere. A golden dragon suddenly appeared from the void, roaring as it charged at Wen Zhong in mid-air. Its claws extended, effortlessly catching Wen Zhong's heavy punch!

"Mercy, mercy. How can Grand Tutor kill living beings?"

The next moment, the golden dragon transformed into a person. It was another golden-bodied, bald man. He pushed Wen Zhong away with his right hand and caught the Alms-Bowl Arhat, who had already fallen unconscious.

The Spiritual Treasure was destroyed, and both his Primordial Spirit and golden body were heavily wounded. What ruthless methods Wen Zhong possessed!

Sensing that the Alms-Bowl Arhat was in mortal danger, Dragon-Subduing first breathed a sigh of relief, then a hint of anger flashed between his brows.

"My junior brother had no intention of killing. Grand Tutor, your methods were too ruthless!"

"As expected, there are others. Ruthless? I was actually too lenient! If I hadn't miscalculated slightly and known he had a Spiritual Treasure protecting him, he would be dead!"

Wen Zhong stopped his movement. He clenched the void with his right hand, and a golden light flew from hundreds of miles away, returning to his grasp with a humming sound.

He brushed his left hand over the golden whip, and Wen Zhong frowned: the Golden Immortal's demon soul was heavily wounded, its spiritual power greatly reduced. This would be quite disadvantageous for the upcoming battle.

On the other side, seeing Dragon-Subduing appear, the three Arhats, including Subduing Tiger, each repelled their opponents and let the golden whip and Ink Jade Qilin return to Wen Zhong's side.

"Senior Brother, we are incompetent."