Xuanming and Huangdao

Damn it!

Amidst the rising purple qi, the nine-petaled flower's form, barely visible, began to detach itself from the contest of magical techniques, and a pair of eyes became prominent within its form.

His eyes were fixed on Ren Anran, whose arms were crossed, and he almost seemed to be burning with rage.

"You used rocket launchers to awaken the sacrificial vessel that received the Xuanming spirit, fine, but how could you take back what it gave me after the sacrifice!"

While Zhang Xuezhou seemed to be plagued by bad luck, Huang Daoxian on the other side was experiencing an uproar.

Zhang Xuezhou was having a very bad time, and Huang Daoxian was having an even worse time.

The more you disbelieve in fate, the more unlucky you become; the harder you try, the more you fail; the more you struggle, the more you are struggled against. On this path of competing for destiny, the old generation and the new generation take the stage, while one after another, those who claim to be destined for greatness are sent away.

No one can stop their losses in the whirlpool, and no one can escape unscathed.

The last straw that breaks the camel's back can cause a complete collapse, while a single factor can set off a wildfire.

Huang Daoxian's eyes held only a hint of resentment and unwillingness to admit it, but he did not ask why the two, who had been keeping to themselves, had escalated the situation to this point.

The struggle for supremacy is always fraught with difficulties and setbacks. Only by trampling on other living beings can one rise to the top and become the predator at the top of the pyramid.

For someone with Huang Daoxian's resume, many things no longer need to be asked or explained.

The only thing he couldn't understand was why even his backup plan was so perfectly countered.

Ren Anran, who was slowly flapping her wings, did not answer. Zhang Xuezhou, who was picking up half of the mangled body in the distance, was unaware of the situation. Ning Que, who was lying on the ground panting, lacked the ability to even speak, let alone answer.

"Xuanming, I need an explanation!"

His eyes were fixed on the inscriptions on Ren Anran's body, as if tracing back to the source, and he kept looking into the distance, as if there was someone in the distance who could provide the answer.

"The zodiac?"

"It's me!"

"You... you look completely different! What kind of hobby is this? Can you even do this?"

In the unknown darkness, as if seeing through illusion, what they saw was not the same eye that Zhang Xuezhou and the others had seen. Their voices, shaken to their core, contained a hint of astonishment and disbelief.

"You don't need to worry about whether I'm okay or not, just answer me: why did you give her the Xuanqi Heavy Armor that should have been mine!"

"You summoned me, and the Four Souls held a ceremony, offering sacrifices, though the offerings were meager. But I'm willing to help you, so I'll certainly reward you with my protective power!"

"I didn't call upon you, I don't have four souls to support you, and most of my servants are dead, so it's impossible for me to initiate the sacrificial ritual!"

"But that's the kind of information I receive in this vast world!"

The voices of Huang Daoxian and Xuanming reverberated continuously, constantly resurfacing in the darkness.

Zhang Xuezhou's body trembled slightly. If the memory transmission in the tree chair didn't count, Zhang Xuezhou and Yao Yuanguang had heard similar sounds in the river of time.

His thoughts drifted away from the mainland and into darkness, where he also heard the voices of Zhu Jiuyin and others.

Zhang Xuezhou didn't compare who was stronger or weaker. This Xuanming was obviously similar to Hongjun and others, while Huang Daoxian might be similar to Zhu Jiuyin.

Zhang Xuezhou used to think that targeting Huang Daoxian was extremely difficult, but now, in hindsight, he realizes that no contest is as easy as using magic.

Judging from the level of the other party, this is simply not a level they can challenge.

In the darkness, a golden light appeared, growing larger and larger until it gradually transformed into the shape of a wandering golden tortoise.

On the tortoise's four legs, four golden threads are constantly intertwined and pulled together.

As the camera zoomed in, the figures of Wang Zimo and the others came into view.

"Look, these are the four spirits that initiate the ritual!"

The golden tortoise spun repeatedly, and the faces of Wang Zimo, Min Ziyan, Lin Qingyu, and Ren Wuyang appeared one by one.

"How could they possibly reach your level? They haven't even condensed their Mental Psychic Power!"

"Anyway, I sensed it. Some time after the ritual began, an offering carrying faith was thrown in. So, do you think I need to respond or not?"

"Need!"

After a brief silence, a response appeared in his eyes.

"That settles it then. I definitely didn't do anything wrong. If I didn't respond, I was afraid you would curse me behind my back. Besides, I even gave away an extra bit of life force!"

"Thank you so much!"

"You're welcome!"

His eyes were fixed on the emerging golden tortoise, a hint of bitterness in them.

"You shouldn't keep changing your mind and making the same mistakes over and over again. All paths lead to the same destination; constant change is just a passing phase and doesn't lead to extreme power!"

You don't understand!

"I don't understand? Then why did you ask me just now? It's one thing to fail now, but don't ruin your own life!"

The golden tortoise shook its head, then gradually disappeared into the darkness, vanishing completely.

The sounds of mental turmoil gradually faded in the darkness, and silence descended, leaving only the eyes in the purple light and the gazes of the crowd.

"That's interesting!"

His gaze fell on Ren Anran, then swept over Zhang Xuezhou, who was clutching the mangled body.

"I've been wondering who this troublemaker is, and it turns out it's just you three little devils!"

If Ren Anran and Ning Que were merely unexpected factors in the battle, then Zhang Xuezhou was a real troublemaker, a stumbling block on the road to success.

An ordinary stumbling block can be kicked away with one foot, but Zhang Xuezhou was a stumbling block that broke my leg.

"Insignificant, laughable, laughable!"

"Accidents are always unpredictable, and killing doesn't necessarily require a large knife!"

After observing for a long time, Zhang Xuezhou finally determined that Huang Daoxian only had the ability to pull out the nine-petaled flower at the moment, and did not have the qualification to manipulate the nine-petaled flower to insert into the battle again, which made him breathe a sigh of relief for the time being.

Zhang Xuezhou didn't mind delaying things under these circumstances.

Seeing Huang Daoxian looking at him, Zhang Xuezhou responded in a calm and composed manner.

"You don't understand the art of fortune," Huang Daoxian said.

"You wouldn't understand either," Zhang Xuezhou said bluntly.

"How could I not understand? I..."

"If you understand, you won't lose!"

Huang Daoxian denied Xuanming's teachings, and Xuanming did not want to argue with Huang Daoxian.

When Huang Daoxian looked down at Zhang Xuezhou and made his evaluation, Zhang Xuezhou's counterattack was sharp, almost shutting down Huang Daoxian's reasons for rebuttal.

No matter how much knowledge one possesses, how many martial arts skills and Technique Method one has learned, or even one's reputation or status, victory or defeat in a battle determines one's success or failure.

His sharp words were also a form of psychological warfare, and Zhang Xuezhou didn't know if they would have any effect, but as his opponent, he would do whatever he could, since he couldn't do anything else at the moment.

"You think I won't lose just because I know how? You're judging by winning and losing..."

"Even if a being like you stands tall among the myriad things, one day you will be defeated by the insignificant and meet a terrible end!"

After a few seconds of silence, Huang Daoxian spoke again.

But just like before, before he could finish speaking, Zhang Xuezhou launched another attack.

His words were harsh and piercing.

To Huang Daoxian, the curses of ordinary people were nothing more than vulgarities, and from his perspective, they were like watching clowns stomping their feet.

But facing an opponent with magical powers, or even one who intentionally or unintentionally harmed him, these Curse -like words did indeed have a painful effect and chilled his heart.