The Mysterious Elderly Man
Xing Liren stared at the flying sword that was getting closer and closer, his eyes flashing with a fierce light, and he let out a low roar.
"Form a shield!"
The ice barrier stopped shooting out ice spikes, and the cold air on it surged wildly like a tide.
In the blink of an eye, a massive ice shield, several meters thick, materialized out of thin air.
"Clang--"
With a deafening clang of metal clashing, the longsword pierced the ice shield.
Ice crystals scattered everywhere!
The ice shield was covered with dense cracks, resembling a spider web, but it did not shatter.
The longsword was not knocked away by the ice shield; instead, under the urging of the goat-headed man, it continued to pierce the ice shield inch by inch.
Xing Liren mobilized his internal Law Power, which surged wildly into the ice mirror.
The cracks in the ice shield began to repair themselves at a visible speed, giving the impression that it would freeze the longsword inside.
"Let's see how long you can hold out!"
Upon seeing this, the ram-headed man suddenly changed his sword technique.
The flying sword suddenly began to spin rapidly, relentlessly drilling into the ice shield.
Between the sheep-headed man and Xing Liren, a contest of who possessed greater Law Power had entered into a power struggle.
Xing Liren gradually began to struggle, as his opponent's cultivation level was a minor realm higher than his.
"Gan Hong, help me!"
Xing Liren, who was in a slump, said in a deep voice.
Upon hearing this, Gan Hong raised his hand and waved it, and a three-foot-long sword appeared in front of him.
The longsword gleamed brilliantly, slicing through the sky as it aimed directly at the ram-headed man.
The horse-headed man next to the goat-headed man suddenly stepped forward.
"Don't even think about disturbing Miss's magical duel!"
The horse-headed man shouted in a deep voice, and a small silver bell immediately appeared in his hand.
He gently tossed the small silver clock above his head.
The small bell instantly swelled in the wind, transforming into a giant bell ten feet in size.
The giant bell shone brightly with silver light, and as the light flashed, a phantom image of a giant silver bell materialized, firmly protecting the three of them.
The longsword struck the phantom of the giant bell.
The giant bell phantom trembled slightly a few times before returning to normal.
The longsword was sent flying backward by the impact.
Upon seeing this, Xing Liren felt a chill run down his spine; Gan Hong wouldn't be able to defeat the giant bell phantom in a short time.
His gaze fell upon the nine Alchemists beside him.
Five of them were Rogue Cultivator Alchemist he had invited through various means, including coercion and enticement.
The other four were members of the Jing Family.
The five Rogue Cultivators were third-tier Alchemists, naturally all Golden Core cultivators. However, among Golden Core cultivators, they were all relatively weak, with the highest being only Middle Golden Core Stage.
All five of them could tell that the ram-headed man was exceptionally powerful.
Their relationship with Xing Liren is purely based on mutual benefit; they would never risk their lives against the Sheep-Headed Man for Xing Liren's sake.
The five men worked in perfect unison, each tacitly retreating several feet to stand behind Xing Liren and the others, ready to slip away at any moment.
Therefore, Xing Liren could only place his hopes on the Jing Family.
His gaze shifted to a middle-aged male cultivator, and he spoke earnestly.
"I beg my uncle to help me repel the enemy."
Xing Liren's maternal uncle, named Jing Lie, was a Peak Golden Core Stage cultivator.
With his help, along with three other Jing Family cultivators, repelling the three attackers was a piece of cake.
Looking at Xing Liren, who was gritting his teeth and persevering, Jing Lie did not immediately offer his help, but instead said with a smile.
"Nephew Liren, the agreement we made in the past did not involve helping you fight against foreign enemies. Moreover, there is a Peak Golden Core Stage cultivator in the opposing camp whose strength should not be underestimated."
Jing Lie practically had the words "profiteering from someone's misfortune" etched onto his face.
While desperately resisting the goat-headed man's flying sword, Xing Liren asked with a hint of annoyance.
"What would it take for my uncle to agree to help?"
Jing Lie said, "The third level of the <Soul-Concentrating Spike> Cultivation Method."
Xing Liren, "That's impossible. In the Xing Family, only Nascent Soul Realm cultivators can access the third level of Cultivation Method."
Jing Lie smiled and said, "I'm not asking you to produce your Cultivation Method right now, my dear nephew. Your uncle believes you will definitely advance to the Nascent Soul Realm one day. It won't be too late to fulfill my promise then."
After waiting for two breaths and seeing that Xing Liren did not reply, Jing Lie spoke again.
"Nephew, you'd better make a decision quickly, your Coldlight Mirror won't last much longer."
Xing Liren looked at the ice shield, which was now less than ten feet thick, and his expression became somewhat anxious.
Jing Lie's unwillingness to lend a hand was within his expectations.
He had been fighting the goat-headed man for several dozen breaths, so why was there still no movement from the direction of Fangzhu City?
This place is only a little over a thousand miles from Fangzhu City. The battle between him and the sheep-headed man was massive, and the Spiritual Qi fluctuations were extremely intense.
Logically speaking, the Xing Family members in Fangzhu City should have already noticed the unusual situation here.
However, to date, none of the three Nascent Soul Cultivators from the Xing Family have appeared.
This puzzled Xing Liren greatly.
Just as Xing Liren was hesitating about whether to agree to Jing Lie's request, the ice shield suddenly shattered.
The flying sword continued its trajectory, relentlessly piercing towards Xing Liren.
"Bite!"
A long, piercing sound echoed through the air.
The flying sword suddenly pierced the Coldlight Mirror.
Unable to withstand the immense impact of the flying sword, the Coldlight Mirror flew backward and crashed heavily into Xing Liren.
Xing Liren was thrown into the air, and a mouthful of blood splattered out in mid-air.
The flying sword pursued relentlessly, aiming straight for Xing Liren's chest.
Just as Xing Liren Jing Lie flicked his finger and shot out a stream of Law Power.
"When!"
The Law Power shot onto the tip of the sword.
The flying sword immediately lost its aim and grazed past Xing Liren's body.
The old man's movements were very discreet, and the fluctuations of his Spiritual Qi were extremely weak. None of the people present even noticed who had made the move.
Only Jing Lie, after a slight moment of surprise, suddenly realized something.
He suddenly leaped forward and stood in front of Xing Liren.
"You scoundrel! I, Jing Lie, am here, and I will not allow you to harm my nephew Li Ren in the slightest!"
Jing Lie shouted angrily at the three people in mid-air.
His action was a tacit admission that he had just saved Xing Liren.
As a result, the old man who actually took action went unnoticed.
A tall banner, several feet high, suddenly appeared in Jing Lie's hand.
A blue Flood Dragon was depicted on the banner.
Jing Lie waved the flag, and in an instant, a strong wind arose, howling loudly.
A hurricane tens of meters high suddenly materialized, resembling a primordial beast between heaven and earth.
The wind was like a knife, piercing the air and making a sharp whistling sound.
Sand and stones flew everywhere, uprooting plants and trees.
Everything caught in the hurricane was instantly torn to dust.
The goat-headed man's eyes narrowed as he watched the roaring hurricane approach.
She raised her hand to recall the flying sword, and suddenly a black banner appeared in her hand.
Banners fluttered, and thick jets of water appeared out of thin air, like Sky River pouring down, rushing straight towards the hurricane.
The wind howled fiercely.
The water jet roared!
The two collided with each other, constantly producing a deafening roar that echoed through the sky.
The water column was torn apart by the hurricane's fury, breaking into countless droplets that fell in dense rain.
These water droplets flowed into the hurricane, making it bloated and slowing it down, like a wild beast stuck in the mud, becoming unsteady on its feet.
When the water droplets exceed the hurricane's tolerance limit, the hurricane collapses.