Within his body, the perfected Nine Yang Divine Skill operated at full power.
The supremely yang, supremely forceful Nine Yang Internal Force surged endlessly through his meridians like a fire dragon, providing him with an unbroken supply of stamina.
The Nine Yang Divine Skill was renowned for its ceaseless regeneration and lasting reserves. Combined with the amplification of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, Ning Chen was now in the finest condition he had ever attained since beginning his cultivation.
The three Qian Jun Ant Emperors had clearly sensed the threat posed by the human before them.
Their six eerie green compound eyes locked onto Ning Chen simultaneously, and the swordlike fangs in their mouthparts parted slightly as they let out low hisses.
The Three Brothers moved almost at the same instant. The eldest charged head-on, his six legs clawing at the ground as he barreled toward Ning Chen like a dark-gold war chariot.
The second circled around from the left, spreading his front pincers to cut off Ning Chen's room to dodge.
The youngest rose into the air, then plunged down from above with his swordlike fangs.
The combined assault of three ninety-thousand-year soul beasts was seamless, their coordination clearly honed through countless battles fought side by side.
There was no trace of fear in Ning Chen's eyes. Instead, a spark of fighting spirit flared within them.
He stamped his right foot hard against the ground. The Sealing Intent of the Thousand Mountains Formula spread through the earth, making the eldest's charge noticeably falter for an instant.
In that instant, Ning Chen shifted aside, evading the eldest's head-on collision. At the same time, his right fist, wreathed in the phantoms of thirty mountain peaks, smashed viciously into the second brother attacking from the left.
Boom!
Fist met pincer with