Group Battle

The others were no pushovers, either. Anyone sent by their faction to challenge the Three Origins Sect's Candidate Saint Son was bound to be one of the finest young talents in their territory.

How could they be content to serve as Li Xiao's stepping stones, letting him use them to hone his techniques?

They quickly adjusted their strategy. Their coordination grew tighter, and their pace faster.

Yang Shaohua's Blazing Yang Physique complemented his Flame Dragon Palm. Every strike carried scorching heat, a burning sensation that could be felt even through protective True Qi.

Tang Xiu's Blue Silver Grass was harder still to shake off. Its vines coiled and stabbed by turns, searching for openings like venomous snakes. One careless move, and they would bind a hand or foot.

Even with his abundant True Qi and powerful body, Li Xiao could not help feeling the strain of such a watertight siege.

His Iron Wire Fist, Flying Cloud Leg, and Azure Wave Palm were gradually merging, but under the combined pressure of six opponents at his level, gaps still appeared from time to time.

As he blocked one of Yang Shaohua's Flame Dragon Palm strikes, Tang Xiu seized his chance. A strand of Blue Silver Grass shot up from the ground like a venomous snake and silently stabbed toward Li Xiao's chest.

The strike was swift and came from a vicious angle. Li Xiao was still dealing with the assault ahead of him.

He had no time to dodge completely. He could only turn slightly to protect his heart. The Blue Silver Grass pierced the flesh on the left side of his chest and began greedily drawing from it.

On the viewing platform, Elder Shi sprang to his feet. The Flying Cloud Peak Master gripped the armrests, his gaze locked on the