Fighting the Wusang True Disciple

Sima Tang gritted his teeth and forced himself to stand up from the mountainside.

Feeling the surging flames and chilling cold spreading alternately within his body... the situation was far from pleasant.

But what he found even more unbearable than the pain in his body was everything that was happening before his eyes.

It went exactly as planned.

With his profound skill in Eighth Rank of Chess-Player, he managed to withstand a powerful attack from his opponent.

With the full force of the Eight Sons' energy counterattack, it was enough to severely injure and kill the girl who only had the cultivation of a Second Son.

But right now...

The situation seems to have completely reversed.

He joined the Wusang Sect at a young age and studied countless secret texts throughout his life, developing an exceptionally keen eye.

Naturally, he could clearly perceive that the gap between himself and his opponent was not merely due to that one Immortal-Grade Dao Chess Piece.

No matter how domineering Immortal-Grade Dao Chess Piece is, it can only suppress the Dao Chess Piece in the end.

It's absolutely impossible to bridge the gap of six minor realms.

But... exactly where does it fall short?

Before he could figure it out...

In a daze.

The fleeting, white afterimage reappeared in his pupils.

That's enough.

What's the point of thinking so much?

There is no room for hesitation when it comes to life and death.

Sima Tang bit his tongue hard, using the intense pain to forcefully dispel the distracting thoughts in his mind.

When I looked up again...

His eyes once again revealed an undisguised ferocity.

He has made it this far.

He stood out in the bloodthirsty Wusang Sect and has been revered as a personal disciple ever since.

It has never relied on arduous, step-by-step practice.

Rather, it is a ruthless temperament forged through repeated brushes with death.

Such resilience.

This is incomparable to some pampered disciples in other sects who only know how to hide behind others and are even flustered when forming a Method Formula.

"Holy crap!!!"

With a flick of his long sleeves.

Sima Tang let out a low growl.

A crimson light re-emerged from the depths of his palm.

It's just compared to before.

As the red light flowed, his already broken body began to tremble violently uncontrollably.

This technique is called "Palm Blood Technique," Spirit Technique of the Wusang Sect, and is extremely domineering.

As the practitioner circulated their energy, their palms turned bright red, almost dripping blood.

When you exert yourself to the fullest, the blood in your body will flow faster and faster, gradually churning and boiling.

The suffering was unbearable; it was worse than death.

This was his last resort, a desperate gamble.

Using all his strength from Eighth Rank of Chess-Player, he forcibly activated this malevolent Spirit Technique that damages its own foundation.

Boom--!!!

A dazzling, thick, crimson hand surged forth from his palm in an instant.

It blotted out the sky and carried an extremely strong aura of Blood Qi.

It virtually blocked all escape routes.

Just the next moment.

The snow-white figure that had rushed towards them vanished from the spot once more.

Sima Tang's pupils suddenly contracted.

Years of fighting instinct left him no time to think; he subconsciously and forcefully reversed his energy flow.

The crimson giant hand suddenly changed direction and angrily lashed out towards the empty space on its right.

As expected.

As a golden light flashed, the girl's face reappeared beside him.

"Gotcha... you!!!"

Sima Tang's lips curled into a ferocious smile, but before the blood-red giant hand could completely close, he could not.

An extremely intense sense of life-or-death crisis surged into my heart from the other side in an instant.

He turned his head in horror to look.

All that could be seen on the left was emptiness.

A badly damaged Flying Sword shot towards them angrily.

The hissing sound was incessant.

The sword was damaged.

The Spirit Seal flowing over it made Sima Tang's hair stand on end instantly.

This is... a high-grade Spirit Artifact!?

Spirit Artifact of this caliber are not commonplace items.

Even as a direct disciple of the Wusang Sect, he had never truly owned a single one despite years of accumulating resources.

A hint of madness flashed in Sima Tang's eyes.

There's no way to avoid it now.

Then I won't hide.

Even if I am seriously injured today, I must not let this girl in white robes escape unscathed.

He roared, holding nothing back.

All the remaining resources within his Qi Sea were frantically poured into that colossal, blood-red hand that blotted out the sky.

The sword light passed through his body without any obstruction.

It brought forth a shocking spray of blood.

Sima Tang's body trembled violently, and a trace of unbearable pain instantly welled up in the corner of his eye.

at the same time.

The blood-red palm, imbued with the desperate strike of the master who Eighth Rank of Chess-Player, landed squarely on the white-robed girl.

A violent burst of Blood Qi exploded out.

Under the powerful and heavy blood palm, the girl's frail body collapsed instantly.

Jiang Yuechu was sent flying backward by the impact, scattering a large amount of crimson blood in mid-air.

After landing, it looked extremely miserable.

Half of his body was almost completely corroded by the Blood Qi and qi, leaving it a bloody mess.

"Wow... that's something..."

Once Jiang Yuechu regained her balance, she casually wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.

She narrowed her dark eyes slightly, coldly staring at the Red Robe man in front of her who was also swaying precariously.

Is this the true foundation of the Dao Sect disciple...? Compared to the methods of this person before me, what kind of trash were those I encountered in the Azure Boundary Sect?

I almost thought all the cultivators in Cloud Dream were like that...

But complaints aside...

Jiang Yuechu, however, showed no intention of stopping.

Strange Streak of Light quietly circulated around his body.

[Eternal Immortality]

This rare talent is continuously repairing her broken body.

And this was accompanied by what could only be described as a terrible injury.

The body's internal energy was completely boiling over.

The air was instantly stomped out.

Jiang Yuechu's figure disappeared again.

A flash of golden light disappeared in an instant, and she had already closed in.

Without any fancy spells, a sharp leg strike carrying immense force slammed directly towards Sima Tang's head.

"What?"

How could it possibly still move?!

Could it be... that this girl isn't human?!

No... even Demon Race... with such severe injuries, they shouldn't still be able to unleash such terrifying combat power...

Sima Tang endured the excruciating pain and quickly raised his arm to block.

Click--

The arm bone broke instantly.

Jiang Yuechu's face was cold and aloof as she swept her Emerald Long Staff horizontally.

Boom!!!

The Ten Directions Mountain and River Staff, carrying an overwhelming and powerful force, slammed into Sima Tang's chest.

It smashed into the air again!

Before the other party landed.

Jiang Yuechu flipped her palm, and the long staff retracted.

Crimson flames surged in his left hand, instantly coalescing into a blazing fire sword.

His right hand was enveloped in a chilling white mist, which transformed into an Extreme Cold Ice Blade.

Twin swords in hand.

She followed him like a shadow, sneaking within three feet of Sima Tang.

The crimson fire sword slashed down fiercely, cleaving through the opponent's hastily formed magical shield.

The Extreme Cold Ice Blade followed closely behind, drawing a chilling line of blood upwards.

Every punch lands squarely, every cut draws blood.

There was no room for respite.

Under such a ferocious, all-out attack, Sima Tang was utterly powerless to retaliate, and could only watch helplessly as the twin blades relentlessly tore apart his life force.

The dignified lineage of the Wusang Sect, the great repairman Eighth Rank of Chess-Player.

The reserves within his Qi Sea were so thoroughly depleted that they were on the verge of exhaustion.

An undisguised look of terror finally surfaced in his eyes.

Blood was splattered.

The white robe was stained.

The girl's dark eyes held only utter indifference.

Just as he was about to make another move.

A furious roar suddenly came from afar.

"Stop it right now!!!"