The four sects' cultivators had come to watch the battle. Seeing the City Lord suddenly attack wildly without making the slightest effort to defend against Pei Ling, they were stunned.
The female cultivator from Suzhen Heaven's eyes flickered, and she asked in surprise, "Fellow Daoist Tie, he seems to have fallen asleep?"
Inside the Phoenix Chariot, Empress Liulan sat up and leaned forward slightly. "That was the technique Pei Ling's incarnation used just now!"
The old man from Jiuyi Mountain furrowed his brows. "Strange! Yanxi City cultivates the Dao through weapons, and is the most attuned to life-and-death combat. Fellow Daoist Tie is so badly injured—how can he still not wake up?"
"That technique isn't right!" The sword cultivator from Cold Shadow Sword Cultivator had flying swords flickering in his eyes as he said gravely, "The law that Pei Ling's incarnation used just now also makes people fall asleep!"
"The essence of that law and that technique are exactly the same. It's likely that technique was cast using that law."
Hearing this, the other three were stunned, then their expressions changed in unison.
Two words surfaced in all four of their minds: immortal art!
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Dream Realm.
An endless torrent of techniques blasted toward Tie Xiongtuo.
He controlled his twin hammers, sending them dancing through the air as he smashed every technique to pieces.
At the same time, the Axe of Exorcism descended from the high heavens, cleaving toward Old Demon Mie Lian.
Just then, Tie Xiongtuo suddenly broke into a fit of violent coughing. "Cough, cough, cough..."
Before the coughing had even stopped, he could already taste the sickly sweetness of blood in his mouth.
The City Lord furrowed his brows and looked at Mo Lilan in confusion. She clearly hadn't cast a curse just now. How had he