Tong Jiuyang and his two companions all frowned. Tu Zhangyuan had already broken out of their encirclement, and trapping him again would probably be difficult.
Moreover, given Tu Zhangyuan's strength, even the three of them probably could not truly keep him trapped.
"You deal with the Taixuan Sect's forces!" Tong Jiuyang said in a low voice. "I'll find a way to hold Tu Zhangyuan back."
"Let me lend you a hand!" Perfected Being Xuyan said.
"Then this humble monk will deal with those men first. Tu Zhangyuan's strength is indeed unfathomable. One man alone would probably be no match for him," the divine monk Pulu said as well.
Tong Jiuyang did not object. He and Perfected Being Xuyan kept their eyes fixed on Tu Zhangyuan, ready to strike the moment he made a move.
"Aren't two of you a little too few?" Tu Zhangyuan asked with a smile as he looked at Tong Jiuyang and Perfected Being Xuyan.
"We don't need to defeat you. We only need to hold you here," Tong Jiuyang said.
They now knew that defeating Tu Zhangyuan was impossible, let alone killing him.
Of course, the two of them were confident that they could still keep Tu Zhangyuan occupied.
Their side now held the advantage. With Pulu joining the fight against the Taixuan Sect's elder-level experts, the men here would soon be routed.
Once the forces here were crushed, the other parts of the Imperial Palace would be of little consequence. Their army would naturally collapse like a mountain in a landslide.
"Whether I take part or not, you cannot win," Tu Zhangyuan said.
He Dongkun's face was somewhat pale. Under Pufa's fierce attacks, he was beginning to find his strength unequal to the task. Looking at his three junior martial brothers, he saw that they,