Hero Saves the Beauty

Tang San endured the double layers of gravity, and with Ning Chuan standing closer to Zhao Wuji and bearing even greater pressure, Tang San let out a miserable cry. With a crisp crack of bone, his entire body went limp like a puddle of mud. He collapsed to the ground and passed out.

Zhao Wuji looked at Tang San in disappointment. "He's that frail? What a waste of all those muscles."

"He can actually resist Teacher Zhao's Gravity Squeeze?" Dai Mubai's face was filled with shock, as though he had seen a ghost.

"Tsk, tsk. You actually beat Tang Buddha into this state, Zhao Wuji. I hope you can spend tonight in peace."

Ning Chuan clicked his tongue inwardly. His body spun through the air above the ground, splitting into three figures as he seized the chance to unleash a fierce barrage of slashes at Zhao Wuji.

For a time, Sword Qi crisscrossed the clearing as sand and stones flew everywhere. Though the scattered Sword Qi did not inflict much damage on Zhao Wuji, they left one alarming sword mark after another across his body.

At the same time, the gravity weighing on Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ning Rongrong was lifted.

"Xiao Wu, take Ning Rongrong and leave. Zhu Zhuqing, provide support from the side. Don't attack rashly. Dai Mubai, please look after Tang San first."

At Ning Chuan's command, Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing took the opportunity to retreat.

Xiao Wu knew her attacks could not affect Zhao Wuji and would instead make her an easy target, so she took Ning Rongrong away from the area.

Zhu Zhuqing lingered nearby, waiting for an opportunity.

As for Dai Mubai, he looked at Tang San. He had not expected this guy to be even frailer than he had imagined. Even Ning Rongrong, a Support Spirit Master, had not fainted, yet Tang San had. He found this quite surprising.

But surprise aside, the resonance brought to him by Tang San's Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul was extraordinarily intense.

It gave him an uncontrollable urge to merge with Tang San as one.

Zhao Wuji, who was being entangled by Ning Chuan, could no longer keep a straight face. His First Spirit Ring lit up again, but Ning Chuan had long known Zhao Wuji's abilities and knew that the Immovable Bright King Body could only reflect attacks within three meters of him. He had retreated in advance, moving beyond the three-meter range.

The Immovable Bright King Body only had time to disperse one of Ning Chuan's Sword Shadow clones. His true body was completely unaffected.

"You saw through my Spirit Skill?" Zhao Wuji was deeply shocked, but even more furious. He was a level seventy-six battle Spirit Sage. He had already summoned his Martial Soul and used his first three Spirit Skills, yet he still could not deal with five little brats whose Soul Power was only in their twenties or thirties.

Seeing that the incense was about to burn out, he decided to stop holding back.

"I'll deal with you first."

His Fourth Spirit Ring lit up, glowing purple as Zhao Wuji's fourth Soul Ring flew out. As if it had eyes, it chased after the two translucent green figures Ning Chuan had transformed into.

One of the translucent figures moved, actually taking the initiative to meet it the instant Zhao Wuji's Soul Ring flew out.

"Haha, trying to use clones to evade my tracking lock-on? Good kid, but it's useless." As Zhao Wuji spoke, he controlled the flying Soul Ring and looped it around the other figure.

Then, his thick legs suddenly exerted force, and his entire body leaped from the ground.

The ensnared figure hurriedly shifted position, but no matter where it darted, Zhao Wuji, suspended in the air, turned with its movements. In the end, he still caught it and slammed it to the ground with one palm. He put his full strength into this blow. It would not kill or cripple its target, but it was enough to knock them unconscious.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

At that moment, Zhu Zhuqing's sneak attack came again. However, striking Zhao Wuji's back was still futile.

Without even looking at the "Ning Chuan" pinned beneath his hand, he raised his hand and swung at Zhu Zhuqing, who was trying to retreat after ambushing him.

Dai Mubai, watching from afar, hurriedly pleaded, "Teacher Zhao, please show mercy!"

By now, through her name and Martial Soul, he had already realized that Zhu Zhuqing was his fiancée.

Zhu Zhuqing's pupils suddenly contracted. Knowing she could not evade it, she instinctively closed her eyes.

Just as Zhu Zhuqing thought she was about to be badly injured and knocked unconscious, she felt a dense masculine presence rush toward her. When she opened her eyes, she saw a translucent green figure wrapping an arm around her waist, narrowly evading Zhao Wuji's bear paw strike.

After several backward leaps, it carried Zhu Zhuqing in a princess carry and opened a distance of several dozen meters from Zhao Wuji.

The green glow around the translucent figure faded, revealing Ning Chuan's familiar form.

Seeing this, Dai Mubai let out a breath of relief, but an inexplicable rage also rose within him. Ning Chuan was currently holding his fiancée. Meanwhile, the unconscious Tang San had been completely forgotten, left lying on the ground.

"Ning Chuan, just now, you..."

Looking at Ning Chuan, who had just protected her, Zhu Zhuqing's originally cold eyes went blank for an instant.

"Let's get through this One Incense Stick's Time first."

Ning Chuan smiled. His face was somewhat pale. Zhao Wuji had destroyed two of his clones in succession, and he had suffered a certain amount of backlash. However, he was in no hurry to transfer the Side Effect away.

Since he was playing the hero saving the beauty, he had to pay some sort of price. It would not be too late to transfer it afterward anyway.

"They were clones? Haha, good kid. First, a top-tier Tool Spirit, then two Thousand Year Spirit Rings, and now this. I want to see just how many surprises you can give me."

Knowing he had been fooled, Zhao Wuji laughed instead of getting angry. With a hearty laugh, his Fifth Spirit Ring lit up.

The Fifth Spirit Ability of Zhao Wuji's Vajra Bear Martial Soul, Gravity Squeeze, activated.

Ning Chuan only felt a tremendous pressure suddenly descend upon him. His body, together with Zhu Zhuqing's, flew uncontrollably toward Zhao Wuji. At the critical moment, he flung Zhu Zhuqing away, throwing her toward Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu. At the same time, his Second Spirit Ring lit up.

"Haha, Little Monster, accept your fate!"

As Zhao Wuji struck at him with his palm, a layer of shimmering green shield appeared snugly around Ning Chuan's body. Amid the green thorn-like radiance, faint traces of pale gold could be seen.

Zhao Wuji's palm strike did not shatter it directly. Instead, a huge amount of Sword Light, no weaker than the First Spirit Skill Ning Chuan unleashed himself, burst forth from it and delivered a point-blank ultimate attack right into Zhao Wuji's face.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

For a moment, Zhao Wuji's body seemed to be covered in firecrackers as explosions erupted all over him.

Meanwhile, Ning Chuan was blasted backward. The Sword Shield formed by his Second Soul Skill shattered in midair, turning into strands of light that faded away. To carry his earlier "hero saves the beauty" act through to the end, and to make it look more convincing, he did not hurry to transfer the Side Effect. As a result, he suffered considerable internal injuries, with thin streams of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"Pah!" Zhao Wuji spat out a mouthful of blood-tinged saliva. Opening his mouth, now missing one front tooth, he spoke with a slight lisp. "Kid, it's all over."