"Fellow Daoist Sang, what are you waiting for? Come help this old man!"
Mu Yunsong's eyes were bloodshot as he jerked his head up toward the sky.
Almost as soon as he spoke, a figure tore through the air high above.
It was the short, stout cultivator—the External Incarnation Mu Yunsong had summoned with a secret technique earlier.
The stout cultivator's strength was no less than Mu Yunsong's. With Feng Jianxing of Shenzhu Mountain Villa present, he had been locked in battle with him.
But now that Mu Yunsong himself was in danger, he could no longer worry about Feng Jianxing.
The moment he landed, he had secretly called the stout cultivator to his aid.
Whoosh!
The stout cultivator streaked across the sky. Su Shi'er heard the rush of air beside his ear.
Before the sound reached him, a fist-shaped projection descended from above.
Su Shi'er's Divine Sense sharpened. He turned and saw a massive fist-shaped projection glowing faintly as it fell like a meteor.
The instant it formed, the ground below cracked, unable to bear its force.
At the same time, Su Shi'er felt the pressure on him multiply.
"Boy, this old man must admit your strength far exceeded my expectations.
"If I truly were alone, meeting you today might well have ended in my death.
"But unfortunately... using such a powerful Sword Move Law must have taken a heavy toll on you.
"This old man has his External Incarnation to help him. Can you truly face two late-Tribulation Crossing stage cultivators on your own?
"Even if we have to wear you down, we'll drag you to your death today."
Mu Yunsong's resentful gaze fixed on Su Shi'er. His voice brimmed with killing intent.
Before Mu Yunsong could finish speaking,
the fist-shaped projection arrived from above, aimed straight at