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Huang Daoxian's state is not difficult to understand. Anyone who has witnessed Ren Yisheng's previous out-of-body experience can have a sufficient understanding of Huang Daoxian's current state.

Huang Daoxian's external methods are difficult to use due to his lack of a physical body; only his powerful spiritual strength can maintain his self-awareness temporarily.

Huang Daoxian can only make a comeback if he returns to his body or finds a suitable one.

Zhang Xuezhou still had some questions about Huang Daoxian, but it was rare for him to kick Huang Daoxian while he was down.

He wasn't confident in a one-on-one fight, but almost all the top experts in the spiritual sequence were present. In particular, this battle wasn't Huang Daoxian's home turf, and 'Huang' had run into Huang Daoxian again, which undoubtedly aroused his fighting spirit for once.

"I'm here to lend a hand!"

Zhang Xuezhou reached out and pointed, his fingers constantly searching for a gap for his spirit to penetrate as he touched the surface.

"I've faced this kind of mental suppression before, I'm familiar with it!"

Ren Yisheng also sought out a location to try.

Although Zhang Xuezhou and Ren Yisheng spoke casually, both of them had solemn expressions and were almost completely focused.

"Let me double-check if I'm really not afraid of getting beaten up!"

Ren Anran glanced at Zhang Xuezhou and Ren Yisheng, made the same announcement, and then began to make contact.

This made Ren Yisheng frown, but ultimately he did not voice his objection.

Regarding Huang Daoxian, their differing stances led to a life-or-death confrontation between complete strangers, with no room for compromise during the clash and both willing to utilize every available force.

When a war of life and death comes, not only young and strong men go to the battlefield, but even women, children, and the elderly can only charge forward.

No one could withstand Huang Daoxian's revenge; when he struck, they could only do their utmost.

It's not just Ren Yisheng who needs to take the lead; even Ren Anran, whom he believes lacks mental strength, needs to contribute.

"Wind!"

A soul-shaking force swept over him, and Ren Yisheng quickly adjusted his state as his vision blurred.

The barbarian-like desolation reappeared before their eyes, along with countless flying blades in the sky and a cloud of black mist that darted about, occasionally emitting Ning Que's screams.

"Ha~"

Huang let out a roar and slammed his fist down, causing this world of mental clashes to shake violently. Countless flower blades were pulverized by the punch and fell to the ground.

While the attack from 'Wild' appears to be frantic and intense, 'Wild' does not have the upper hand.

The flower blades vanished and reappeared, constantly dancing and swirling around the black mist.

As if the black mist brought endless energy, these blades were not only not destroyed or reduced, but instead showed a trend of increasing numbers.

"Ren, come quickly and help me! The remaining spirit of this dead emperor is too powerful; he's even consuming the spiritual energy of the living! This situation is too strange!"

As if sensing Ren Yisheng's arrival, Huang, clenching his fists and pounding wildly, cried out for help.

"If you help me sacrifice and devour the essence of this dead man, I'm sure I can significantly extend my lifespan!"

Huang made no attempt to conceal his reasons for launching the attack, a look of eager anticipation appearing on his face.

Like a thirsty traveler finding an oasis in the desert, his eyes burned with fervor and eagerness.

"I kept my promise to you and did not sacrifice ordinary people from the Scarlet Alliance State, but surely the dead won't cause any problems," Huang shouted. "I've helped you several times, now it's your turn to help me!"

"No problem!"

Spiritual visions are not uncommon; just as people can imagine themselves as emperors and generals, or soaring birds, the forms of the spirit can be diverse.

However, in a fight, they will choose the form that gives them an advantage.

Huang's spiritual combat form is a human, Huang Daoxian's is a flower petal, and Ren Yisheng's is a howling wind.

He responded with a shout, and the wind and waves began to sweep over the flower blade.

The clanging sounds of wind blades and flower blades clashing filled the air, Ren Yisheng felt his spirit being annihilated by the constant collisions.

Spiritual clashes lacking physical bodies are extremely rare, while annihilation simply means that each other's spiritual power is consumed in the collision; it is an extremely pure collision of spiritual power.

Just like when Ren Yisheng suppressed the wilderness, his current methods are no different.

"Huang Daoxian, we rely on our physical bodies, and the power of our Divine Sense sea is inexhaustible. Even if it is annihilated, it can be reborn. You, on the other hand, are like a rootless duckweed. Every bit of your spiritual power used is a bit less. Your absorption is far from keeping up with your consumption. Your death is inevitable!"

The wind and waves relentlessly swept over the flower blades, Ren Yisheng only saw a large sun floating in the sky, along with Zhang Xuezhou's mind-controlling shouts.

"This dead man is called Huang Daoxian?" Huang was slightly taken aback, then shouted towards the sky, "Zhang, are you here to help me too?"

"Absolutely!"

As the response faded, endless flames continued to burn, and the flower blades were consumed like shredded paper, much to the delight of 'Wild'.

You're so much stronger than before!

Looking at the annihilation caused by his own fist shattering the spiritual void, then at Ren Yisheng's sweeping attack, and then at the vast flames burning, Huang felt that in just a few short years, everything had changed, and Zhang Xuezhou and Ren Yisheng had grown so much.

Even disregarding the fact that he lacked his stone axe for shelter, and even if he were in good form several years ago, Huang felt that he would have a hard time winning against him, and would inevitably lose if faced with a two-on-one situation.

"Once you absorb it as nourishment, you too can regain your strength!"

"Haha, I like what you said!"

Huang laughed loudly, his eyes burning with a frenzied and intense fighting spirit.

"You guys provide flanking support and suppress her, be careful not to damage Little Zhang Zhang's brain during the traction and impact, I'm charging!"

He roared, completely ignoring the spinning and slashing blades around him. His barbarian-like body rapidly expanded, and the phantom of a giant axe appeared in his right hand, as if the next strike would be earth-shattering.

"Where did you get so many idiots to play as your striker?!"

Huang's rapid transformation and reckless attacks, disregarding damage, were far from a probing or protracted confrontation. He was truly disregarding his own destruction and attempting to annihilate most of Huang Daoxian's consciousness in one blow.

Seemingly convinced that Ren Yisheng and Zhang Xuezhou would provide flank support and that the two wouldn't covet the spoils, Huang's charge was almost reckless.

This allowed Huang Daoxian's scathing rebuke to be heard for the first time amidst the silent, fluttering blades.

For those skilled in manipulation, seeking opportunities, utilizing resources, connections, and treasures are the most common methods to achieve continuous advancement.

But Huang Daoxian rarely sees such a willing scapegoat as a helper who jumps out to take on the main responsibility.

He had been operating for over a hundred years and was familiar with many experts from the Luofu Dynasty and the Scarlet Alliance State, but Huang seemed to have suddenly sprung up from a stone.

If the opponent were weak, it wouldn't matter, but the opponent's condition is indeed similar to Huang Daoxian's. At least in his current state, Huang Daoxian cannot do anything to the opponent in a short time.

He felt the howling wind and waves, and looked at the blazing sun. Then, a cloud radiating golden light drifted in, and the similar situation to the battle he had experienced before reappeared.

If the person he clashed with was Zhang Xuezhou, he would be willing to exchange serious injury for death, but Huang Daoxian had no intention of fighting to the death with one of Zhang Xuezhou's soldiers.

"I will come back to find you again!"

As the phantom of the giant axe held by Huang cleaved down, cracks appeared in his spiritual world. The blades vanished one by one, and a flower bud appeared, then disappeared into the crack, turning into light and shadow.

An empty sound came from behind them, and then light appeared before their eyes, revealing the museum building.

Do you think you can escape?

Huang Daoxian's voice still echoed in my ears, but at the same time, Zhang Xuezhou's voice was also mixed in from behind.

As soon as everyone opened their eyes, a gust of wind swept through, and Zhang Xuezhou's body was already flying far away in one direction.

As Zhang Xuezhou's body plummeted into the distance in pursuit, Ren Yisheng finally remembered what he had overlooked during his investigation.

"So that was Huang Daoxian's body!"

His gaze fell on the spot where the plane had landed, the same place where Ren Yisheng had brought Feng Xiangyu back.

"Huang Daoxian's body has been destroyed. Does he have any other bodies?"

Ren Anran opened her eyes and saw Ren Yisheng, who didn't seem anxious but was just running quickly. As she caught up, she couldn't help but ask him a question in a hurry.

"Broken?"

Ren Yisheng was taken aback, unable to understand Huang Daoxian's state for a moment.

But having experienced Ren Yisheng of spiritual wandering, Ren Yisheng knew very well that the other party was indeed unlikely to cause trouble again this time.