Yan Chihuo brought out all his Magic Treasures, while his opponent met them with nothing but a massive axe. The mountain transformed from the God-Falling Stele collided with the giant axe several times, sending violent tremors through Yan Chihuo's entire body and leaving him deeply shaken. How could this Three Saints Fusion be so formidable? Not only could it withstand the God-Falling Stele head-on, it could even gain the upper hand.
It turned out that Three Heads and Six Arms merely tripled Yan Chihuo's attacks, whereas the Three Saints Fusion combined the mana of three exceptionally accomplished cultivators with Dong Gang's own, amounting to more than four times as much. Had Yan Chihuo's physical body not surpassed Dong Gang's by a considerable margin, those collisions would have done more than leave him uncomfortable—he would most likely have suffered internal injuries.
Seeing how formidable his opponent was, Yan Chihuo knew he could not meet him head-on. He immediately used two God-Falling Steles to shield himself, while a Flying Sword darted through the heavens and earth, engaging Dong Gang in a mobile battle. At the same time, he deployed the Spirit-Locking Claw, waiting for openings to strike. Though Dong Gang's strength had surged dramatically, his control over it remained somewhat clumsy. For a time, the two fought to a standstill.
Lady Tianxiang had long since been helped to her feet by Qin Yunong. The two had retreated far away and watched the battle, so dazzled that their minds reeled. Lady Tianxiang sighed. "I once believed our sect's Hundred Flowers Convergence secret art to be a supreme technique. I spent a hundred years gathering what I needed, and even sacrificed you, yet if not for Yan Chihuo, we would still have been utterly defeated."
"Mother, we had no choice but to take such