Nine Styles of God Slaying

"Interesting."

Although the intense light and energy fluctuations from the explosion obscured the view high in the sky, they did not prevent You Mingtong from seeing every detail clearly.

He clearly sensed that the Mystic Tortoise Chen Mo had condensed could obviously withstand the shockwave's energy, yet at the moment of impact, it dispersed after only a few breaths, allowing the energy to wash over his body.

Yet You Mingtong also saw that the energy had not harmed Chen Mo at all. In that instant, layers of spiritual energy defenses had appeared over his body, and that mouthful of dark purple blood had been entirely self-inflicted.

"Putting on an act? You might fool those in the Transformation Profound Realm, but not those old monsters."

"Fine. I'll lend you a hand."

You Mingtong's hand, hidden within his sleeve, moved slightly.

The intense light blocking everyone's sight became even more dazzling.

Under that ferocious energy impact, the hard plaza trembled continuously. Cracks slowly emerged, then spread outward.

But they were soon swept over by the radiance of the pavilion-protecting formation, and the cracks repaired themselves at a visible speed.

As the intense light in the sky gradually faded, everyone saw the two figures flying backward through the air. A startled uproar immediately erupted, only to grow even louder moments later.

That was because Chen Mo, who was flying backward through the air, suddenly twisted his body. A pair of golden wings shot out from behind him, and as he turned, the Kunpeng Wings on his back beat fiercely. Chen Mo's figure actually shot straight toward the unconscious Ling Miao, who was still flying backward.

"You lost!"

Chen Mo appeared before Ling Miao and abruptly raised his palm. Under the countless gazes below, his palm struck Ling Miao's chest. A spiritual energy shockwave