Yuan Tiangang's aura suddenly erupted, no longer subdued and peaceful as before,
instead carrying a might as vast and boundless as a deep sea and a vast ocean.
This pressure weighed down like Mount Tai, instantly enveloping Zhuge Xiu and causing his movements to stall by a full half-beat!
How is this possible?!
Zhuge Xiu's heart shook violently as he cried out in shock.
Before he could react, Yuan Tiangang did not move his body, merely raising a foot and kicking Zhuge Xiu squarely in the chest with a motion that seemed slow yet was peerlessly accurate!
Bang—!
With a muffled thud, Zhuge Xiu took the full force of the blow, flying backward like a kite with a snapped string,
and smashing heavily into a distant pavilion, shattering the entire structure into a thunderous collapse!
Cough... cough...
Amidst the billowing dust and smoke, Zhuge Xiu climbed up in a sorry state, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth,
his gaze toward Yuan Tiangang filled with deep dread and horror.
He never imagined that the cultivation of the person before him was higher than his own, though he could not sense by how much.
"Since you're here, then stay."
Yuan Tiangang's indifferent voice rang out, and his figure flashed as he glided toward Zhuge Xiu.
As his sleeves fluttered, countless star-hexagram runes emerged, transforming into a sky-filling killing array that trapped Zhuge Xiu within it!
Zhuge Xiu gritted his teeth and roared, swinging his long sword to resist desperately, but Yuan Tiangang's strength far surpassed his,
and with every collision, his blood surged violently, soon leaving his body covered in several wounds deep enough to expose bone.
The battle between the two instantly escalated to a white-hot fervor!
Right at that moment, a shrill scream came from the other side!
"No—!"
Zhang Tao exhausted the very last shred of his strength, attempting to drive his internal energy to self-detonate, only for Di Yun to chop off his head with a single blade!
Blood soared into the sky, and the head rolled onto the ground, its eyes still lingering with unwillingness and malice.
"Third Elder!"
Seeing this scene, Zhuge Xiu's eyes split open, grief-stricken to the extreme!
Before he could recover from the death of Third Elder Zhang Tao, he heard:
"First Elder, save me!"
"First Elder! This disciple doesn't want to die!"
"Quickly save us! The people of Misty Rain Tower are devils!"
The remaining disciples of Qingyun Sect had completely broken down, their cries of lamentation echoing endlessly.
Driven to desperate straits by Jing Ke, Nie Zheng, and the others, they were bathed in blood and barely able to stand,
having no choice but to roar desperately toward Zhuge Xiu's direction, their eyes filled with desperate entreaty.
The two surviving Void Glimpse Realm elders were even more panic-stricken, desperately defending against the onslaughts while shouting at the top of their lungs:
"First Elder! Use your trump card quickly if you have one! If you delay any longer, it might be too late!"
These heart-rending shouts pierced Zhuge Xiu's heart like steel needles.
He abruptly broke free from Yuan Tiangang's strike, ignoring his own injuries as he flung his arms wide apart and rapidly formed hand seals!
The residual spiritual energy around his body surged turbulently, veins bulging on his forehead,
clearly intending to unleash his final trump card to spirit Wang Yuan and the remaining disciples away from this desperate situation!
"Wanting to leave? Too late!"
Yuan Tiangang snorted coldly, his gaze turning sharply fierce. How could he allow those who provoked Eternal Night Heaven to escape?
He raised his hand and delivered a single palm strike, the Myriad Transformation Divine Palm carrying towering might,
its palm wind like lightning as it instantly shattered Zhuge Xiu's spiritual energy barrier, slamming fiercely into his back!
Puff—! Zhuge Xiu let out a muffled groan and spewed a mouthful of blood, his seal-forming motion coming to an abrupt halt,
his posture unsteady as he stumbled forward and fell flat, nearly kneeling on the ground.
This scene caused the battlefield below to plunge into sudden silence,
with everyone's gazes focused on the fierce clash of the Heavenly Human Realm.
At this moment, Yuan Tiangang held the absolute advantage; how could he give his opponent any breathing room?
His figure moved like lightning as he closed in on the opponent, delivering another fierce kick!
Crack!
The crisp snap of breaking bones rang clearly in their ears, and Zhuge Xiu was sent flying backward once more like a paper kite with a severed string,
crashing heavily onto the ground and kicking up a sky full of dust.
"Linghu Chong!" Yuan Tiangang's voice was extremely cold and deafening,
"Show no mercy, execute Wang Yuan swiftly!"
Immediately following that, his gaze swept across Jing Ke, Nie Zheng, and the others, his tone as cold as frost: "As for the rest, execute them all without exception! Leave not a single one alive!"
"Understood!"
Everyone shouted in unison, their voices like booming bells!
Cold light flashed in Linghu Chong's eyes as his long sword hummed, his sword intent instantly soaring to its peak!
Previously, he had still held back somewhat, but hearing Yuan Tiangang's command now, he no longer showed mercy.
His long sword flashed like lightning, piercing straight for Wang Yuan's throat!
Wang Yuan had already been forced into repeated retreats by Linghu Chong; seeing now that Zhuge Xiu had completely lost the ability to fight back,
and hearing Yuan Tiangang's cold, fatal decree, he was seized with extreme panic!
He rapidly withdrew and bolted backward, narrowly dodging Linghu Chong's fatal strike, his face twisted and vicious,
as he roared angrily at Linghu Chong: "Misty Rain Tower! Do not push people too far!"
"My Qingyun Sect is a top-tier power within the Eastern Region! If you dare to exterminate us today, the Old Ancestor of our sect will surely step out in person,"
"and by then, he will tear your Misty Rain Tower into a thousand pieces, leaving neither chicken nor dog alive!!"
As these threatening words fell, Linghu Chong and the others all let out sneers.
Linghu Chong's gaze swept past Wang Yuan indifferently, his tone filled with utter disdain:
"A dying man, yet you dare to spout such shameless bravado here?"
"Let alone whether that Old Ancestor of yours, who knows how many years he has lived, is even still around,"
"even if he is still alive and actually comes, my Misty Rain Tower holds no fear whatsoever!"
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