Fierce Struggle

The Blue Ancient Mirror hovering above the Ice Prince's head had already gone dim and lusterless, swaying as if about to fall. He held the Ancient Halberd in his right hand, his face pale, a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, and stared coldly at the three people still standing. "Looking at the miserable state you're in now, you don't have much fighting strength left. It seems I've won this battle."

The three of them were in poor condition. Because none of them had Spirit Tools to protect themselves, they could only rely on their profound cultivation to forcibly endure the Ice Prince's attack, but now they were already arrows at the end of their flight.

Jian Tianxia's hair was disheveled, the longsword in his hand touching the ground, his face bloodless as he looked at the Ice Prince. Du Langzi of the White Bone Sect was even worse off; the wolf-toothed club in his hand had nearly had its evil qi scattered away and had lost its effect. That Rogue Cultivator was more miserable still—he did not even have a magic tool left in his hand, and the Daoist robe on his body was in tatters.

Jian Tianxia said disdainfully, "The eldest brother shouldn't mock the second. You're not much better off yourself. Even if we die here, do you think you'll be able to leave this mountaintop alive? Look at the flock of Black Death Demon Eagles above your head, and at the masses of cultivators rushing here from afar. In the end, you're only making a wedding dress for someone else."

Hearing this, the Ice Prince could not help falling silent. He knew what Jian Tianxia said was true, and after pondering for a long while, he took a deep breath, raised his head to look at Jian Tianxia and the other two, and said as though he had made a tremendous decision, "I'll give each of you two petals of the Mystic Yin Yang-Resolving Flower. Everyone, let's fight our way out together."

The Ice Prince was also a man of great resolve. He understood the principle of a brave man cutting off his own wrist, of choosing the lesser of two harms. Now he was giving up benefits to seek survival together with the three of them.

When Du Langzi and the other two heard this, they looked at one another and nodded. Du Langzi said to the Ice Prince, "Fine. Take out the Mystic Yin Yang-Resolving Flower first. We'll revive the people who can still move, then charge out together."

After hearing this, the Ice Prince withdrew the Ancient Mirror Spirit Tool and walked toward Wang Ding, who had snatched the Mystic Yin Yang-Resolving Flower earlier.

Controlling a Spirit Tool consumed an enormous amount of power. Now that the crisis had temporarily eased, the Ice Prince had no choice but to recall the Spirit Tool and ease the consumption of true qi in his body.

When the two sides had suddenly erupted into conflict, Wang Ding had carefully hidden behind the crowd. After that immensely powerful strike, seeing everyone knocked over, he had simply gone with the current and pretended to have been shaken unconscious, waiting for the Ice Prince to approach. With the Mystic Yin Yang-Resolving Flower on him, the Ice Prince was certain to come. In his heart, he planned that when the time came, he would seize the chance and blast the Ice Prince dead in a single strike.

At this moment, in order to take the Mystic Yin Yang-Resolving Flower, the Ice Prince indeed walked toward him. However, the Ice Prince stopped one meter in front of him and did not come directly over to take the Mystic Yin Yang-Resolving Flower from his arms. Instead, he raised the Ancient Halberd Spirit Tool in his hand and smashed it down at him.

Wang Ding sighed inwardly, knowing he still had not fooled the Ice Prince.

At first, Wang Ding had caught the Ice Prince off guard, but now that the battle had slightly settled, the Ice Prince only needed a brief analysis to know there was something wrong with Wang Ding. Thus, although he had walked over to take the Mystic Yin Yang-Resolving Flower, he had still maintained twelve parts vigilance.

Facing the Ancient Halberd coming to kill him, Wang Ding's whole body shook. He rolled over and dodged the Ancient Halberd the Ice Prince had sent slashing toward him, then suddenly burst up and punched at the Ice Prince, who was less than three feet away. Wang Ding drove his fist force to the limit, and ten miniature flying dragon phantoms coiled entirely around his fist, almost turning solid.

Seeing Wang Ding barehandedly unleash the strength of ten flying dragons, the Ice Prince immediately recalled what Li Yiqi had told him about Wang Ding, who had offended him. During the entrance grand competition, that man had also barehandedly struck out with the strength of ten flying dragons.

Now, seeing the man before him also use the strength of ten flying dragons, the Ice Prince reacted at once. "This person is Wang Ding. He must have guessed that Li Yiqi would complain tearfully in front of me and wanted to catch me off guard. Is he trying to strike first and seize the advantage?"

In an instant, the Ice Prince thought of many things, but at the same time, Wang Ding's fist had already blasted over. A blue radiance rose, however—it was the Ice Prince once again offering up the Blue Ancient Mirror.

Wang Ding's punch landed squarely on the Ice Prince's chest. Even with the Ancient Mirror Spirit Tool protecting him, the Ice Prince's face still turned white, and his whole body retreated a large step. The protective treasure light emitted by the Blue Ancient Mirror also shook for a while. The Ice Prince's true qi was insufficient, and he could only barely protect himself. Seeing this, Wang Ding naturally knew the Ice Prince was already an arrow at the end of its flight. Seizing the opportunity, he threw several more punches in succession, blasting them onto the Ice Prince's protective treasure light.

At this moment, when the three people behind saw this sudden situation, they wanted to help, but they had consumed too much themselves and were in the middle of taking medicinal pills in hopes of recovering. Their hearts were willing, but their strength was not enough, and they could only watch the Ice Prince be attacked.

The Ice Prince was not someone who would wait with hands tied to be captured. At this moment, he had already begun swinging the Ancient Halberd, turning it into a wall of golden light that surrounded him.

Every one of Wang Ding's punches struck the golden halberd, throwing out strings of sparks. When the three behind saw Wang Ding using his fleshly body to forcibly withstand the might of a Spirit Tool, they were stunned speechless. One had to know that although the Ice Prince currently could not unleash the power of the Spirit Tool, a Spirit Tool was still a Spirit Tool. Even if the Ice Prince only swung it casually now, it still carried the strength of ten flying dragons. Under such power, only Wang Ding, whose treasure body had been forged through nine cycles of life and death by the Pure Yang Creation Fruit, could withstand it. As for anyone else, so long as their cultivation was still in the Innate Stage and they had no Spirit Tool in hand, most would already be dead on the spot.

The Ice Prince's face betrayed nothing, but inwardly he was already shocked to the extreme. He had never imagined Wang Ding's fleshly body would be so terrifying, and that Wang Ding himself could already display the combat strength of a Qi Gathering Stage cultivator. He had originally thought he could easily deal with him, only now realizing how terribly wrong he had been.

One had to know that no matter how much of a genius someone was, an Innate Stage cultivator generally only had the strength of five flying dragons. Even the most genius of geniuses could at most possess the strength of nine flying dragons in their own combat power. It was absolutely impossible to exceed the strength of ten flying dragons. That was the limit set by the laws of heaven and earth, and no one could break it.

No matter how astonished the Ice Prince was inwardly, his hands were not slow in the slightest. He wielded the Ancient Halberd so tightly that not even wind could pass through, not even water could splash in. Although Wang Ding's fleshly body and combat strength were invincible, he still had no way to deal with him. However, as time passed, after a quarter of an hour, the Ice Prince's stamina drained severely, and he could no longer sustain such high-speed defense. Wang Ding spotted an opening and immediately used a move called Twin Dragons Emerging from the Sea. Both fists shot out together, striking the Ice Prince's protective treasure light. The Ice Prince could no longer withstand the consumption of true qi, and the Ancient Mirror above his head was knocked down. His entire body was also sent flying by the tremendous force.

When the three people behind saw this, how could they still care about resting? They immediately rushed toward the Ice Prince to protect him. This was not because the three of them were kindhearted, but because when the lips were gone, the teeth would be cold; under such circumstances, they might not end up any better either. Now they could only protect the Ice Prince first, let him recover his true qi, and hope that in the end he could activate the Spirit Tool for a comeback strike, gambling for a thread of life.

The idea was good, but reality was cruel. At this moment, the Ice Prince was flying through the air, crashing toward the three behind him. The Ice Prince had already seen the three coming to his aid, and he knew in his heart that as long as he endured the next strike, he would have a chance to turn the tables. He immediately used the Ancient Halberd in his hand to block Wang Ding, who was pursuing him.

Fist and halberd collided, and sparks splashed everywhere once more. A savage smile appeared on the Ice Prince's face as he knew he was safe for the moment. "As long as I take the Pure Sovereign Pill I obtained with such great difficulty in a little while, after I recover my vital energy, I'll definitely be able to turn this around. Just wait. In a moment, I'll make you wish you were dead."