Drawing the Sword, Looking Around, My Heart Lost; Holy Mother Wudang

Daoist Duobao was truly enraged and, without even consulting Yaochi, went into battle directly.

Yaochi glared at him with displeasure, but didn't stop him.

Even the Randeng quieted down.

As the senior disciple of the Interception Sect, Duobao's cultivation level is undoubtedly high, probably no less than his.

The disciples of both sects felt reassured; if they lost this time, it would truly be the will of Heaven.

Duobao stepped onto the altar, and an invisible pressure enveloped the entire Mount Shouyang.

He was expressionless and calm, seemingly indifferent to joy or sorrow, but in his heart he suppressed a terrible rage—a murderous aura that was about to erupt and destroy the world.

The Interception Sect suffered successive defeats, causing unrest and turmoil among its members. Mutual suspicion arose, and some even began to suspect that Zhao Gongming was an undercover agent.

For him, the eldest brother, this was absolutely intolerable.

The root of all this is that we lost too much.

Now that he has chosen to take action, he will surely use a clean, decisive, and absolutely crushing victory to restore the confidence of his fellow disciples and reunite them.

This is the senior brother's responsibility.

With this in mind, Duobao suppressed the surging killing intent in his heart and stared expressionlessly at the powerful figures on the Human Race side.

Who will fight me?

The calm voice was like the beating of a heavenly drum, resounding deep in everyone's hearts.

Everyone knows he's a master.

Duobao's power far surpasses that of his previous opponents.

Just as everyone was filled with apprehension, a loud voice rang out, "Well... since no one else is willing, then let me do it."

The White Elephant strode out, ready to represent the team in the battle. But as soon as he finished speaking, he saw Duobao's deep and cold eyes.

A sudden chill ran down my spine.

The White Elephant coughed twice, circled around, and walked back, turning its back to the crowd as if nothing had happened.

Duobao withdrew his gaze and looked at the woman in the crowd who possessed an outstanding figure, beautiful face, and even more outstanding cultivation. He said calmly, "Yun Xiao, do you dare to fight?"

He couldn't discern Yun Xiao's exact cultivation level, but without a doubt, she was the strongest among the five women.

As the senior disciple of the Interception Sect, he should fight the strongest opponent, taking them down in one fell swoop, decisively and ruthlessly, demonstrating the true nature of a powerful figure.

"Fatty, are you going to choose Fairy Yunxiao as your opponent?" Manshan Clan asked. Duobao's true form was a strange toad, and after transforming into a human, he looked a bit fat with a fat head and big ears.

But this is definitely not just bloating.

Duobao frowned, glared at the Manshan Clan, and said coldly, "My name is Duobao, the eldest disciple of the Sage of the Interception Sect."

"No need for further words, this battle is inevitable."

Upon hearing this, Yun Xiao stepped forward and asked with a smile, "Are you sure you want to choose me as your opponent?"

"That's right." Duobao nodded, his face firm.

"That might disappoint you." Yun Xiao smiled faintly, her expression enigmatic.

"Disappointed? Do you think I would lose to you?" Daoist Duobao asked in a deep voice, an invisible aura emanating from him, extremely oppressive, like the prelude to the eruption of a thousand volcanoes.

He's now eager for a fight.

To vindicate the Interception Sect.

Yun Xiao slowly shook his head, and what he said next stunned Duobao.

"I concede; you win this round."

"Admit defeat?" Duobao was stunned, looking completely bewildered. He never expected Yun Xiao to admit defeat on his own initiative.

He had been preparing for a long time and was ready for a big battle, but his opponent simply admitted defeat.

This made Duobao feel like he had punched thin air.

I drew my sword and looked around, feeling lost and bewildered.

No opponent in sight!

"Yun Xiao... why did you admit defeat? Why? You are not without the strength to fight!" Daoist Duobao roared, no longer able to remain calm.

He wanted to win, but not this way.

This made Duobao feel extremely uncomfortable, as if he had a lot of pent-up frustration that he had to get out.

Yun Xiao remained calm, a faint smile playing on his lips. "There's no reason why. Defeat is defeat. You've won this round."

Daoist Duobao was speechless for a moment.

"Fatty, didn't you understand? You won. Now get off here and find someone else."

"Don't forget, we had an agreement that each person can only fight once."

Manshan Clan chuckled and shouted that he was about to start chasing people away.

Daoist Duobao was numb, standing alone in the wind, bewildered, his face shifting between blue and green.

He clearly won, but why does he feel like he lost?

It's so frustrating.

"Duobao? Bao? Hurry up, quick!"

Manshan Clan came up to chase people away, warmly helping Daoist Duobao out of the altar, and then pushing him off the cliff.

Duobao moved with the wind, stepping into the void and returning to the Interception Sect's camp. His face was expressionless, but his heart was filled with anger, as if he had suffered a great injustice.

"Great! We finally won!"

Suddenly, a loud shout rang out from among the immortals of the Interception Sect.

Immediately, a thunderous sound erupted, and the immortals cheered wildly, experiencing the joy of victory for the first time.

"The eldest brother is indeed the eldest brother. He subdued the enemy without a fight. The other side didn't even dare to make a move before admitting defeat. His demeanor is just like..."

"Amazing! Senior Brother just stood there and won immediately!"

"My deepest respect for my senior brother..."

The immortals of the Interception Sect were in an uproar, discussing the matter endlessly.

Daoist Duobao stood motionless in front, listening to the flattery of the immortals, which he found extremely grating.

The joys and sorrows of the world are not the same for everyone; I just find them noisy.

"Hehe, not bad, that's finally showing some promise. Duobao Daoist Duobao has won this round, now it's our turn."

Randeng Deng laughed heartily, giving it some recognition. He was itching to try his skills and had an urge to make a move.

The Interception Sect at least won one match against the Human Race, surpassing their score, while the Chan Sect hasn't won a single match yet.

"No need. Now that our Interception Sect has won this battle, we should naturally press our advantage."

Holy Mother Wudang of Wudang spoke, her voice was clear and melodious, like heavenly music, captivating all who heard it.

Her true form was a bell-like magical artifact that had been transformed by Tongtian. She was considered the founding female disciple of the Interception Sect and is currently the Head of Female Immortals in the Interception Sect.

He ranked second among the inner disciples, only below Daoist Duobao.

"Oh? Judging from what this fellow Daoist says, you are confident of winning this match?" Randeng did not get angry, but asked calmly. He could sense that this woman's cultivation was very strong, not much weaker than his own.

If it were someone else trying to show off in front of him, he would have slapped them already.

"Of course, I wouldn't feel comfortable leaving this crucial battle to you." The Holy Mother Wudang had long, narrow Randeng eyes and glanced at Randeng with great arrogance.

Looking at the entire Interception Sect, she was only slightly inferior to Daoist Duobao. Duobao won without even lifting a finger, and if she were to step in, it would only take her two or three moves at most.

The immortals of the Chan Sect glared angrily, yet were powerless to refute, and even felt that what the other party said made some sense—this was the most absurd thing.

Immediately, the Holy Mother Wudang of Wudang moved and arrived at the altar.

Who will fight me?