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At this moment, Yang Lihuan resembled a raging lion, completely disregarding the astonished gazes and speculations of those around him. His figure flickered as he unleashed an overwhelming force, launching a punch toward Ye Xingchen with the intent to kill!
The wind from his punch howled, and the air seemed to tear apart. With this strike, he vowed to annihilate Ye Xingchen!
However, just as the situation reached a critical point, an even more formidable pressure surged through the heavens and earth, emanating from Zhun Di. This pressure was as heavy as a mountain and as profound as the ocean, rivaling Yang Lihuan's might!
It descended silently, enveloping everyone present in an unprecedented sense of oppression and fear.
Under this overwhelming pressure, a figure emerged like a ghost. Clad in flowing azure robes, he had a handsome face and eyes that sparkled with wisdom.
He raised his hand gently, and with a single move of the Wind and Cloud Palm, he swept forth like a torrential storm. Not only did he effortlessly disperse Yang Lihuan's fierce attack, but in an instant, he struck Yang Lihuan squarely in the chest!
Yang Lihuan felt a powerful force surge into his body, as if struck by a massive hammer. He involuntarily staggered back several steps, his face turning pale as paper.
His eyes widened in shock as he focused on the figure before him, a wave of horror flooding his heart: It was you, Yu Donghai!
He never expected you to hide so deeply; even at the peak of Zhun Di's first realm, you remained so composed!
Yu Donghai smiled slightly, his gaze revealing an air of detachment: "It's mutual, Yang Lihuan. You too must despise the Barbarians; why then do you assist them today?"
Yang Lihuan snorted coldly in response: "Don't feign righteousness, old man. I only seek higher realms; who lives or dies is none of my concern! You aided that old man from the Demon King Sect and plotted for him—did you ever consider the outcome? As for your rise to Zhun Emperor Realm through dark arts, let me show you what true strength is!"
With that, Yu Donghai moved like lightning, suddenly attacking Yang Lihuan. Both were at the Zhun Di level, their power overwhelming as it spread throughout the Northern Region, causing the very earth to tremble.
The four Zhun Di clashed in mid-air, each strike imbued with earth-shattering power that left those below in awe and fear.
Ye Xingchen observed this scene with a sigh in his heart. He had thought that villains were often mindless experience fodder as depicted in novels; however, what he faced now were intelligent opponents with formidable strength.
Indeed, novels are deceiving. Ye Xingchen thought to himself before focusing his mind again. He knew that he must give it his all to stand firm in this battle.
Thus, he moved swiftly to join forces with the Wang family members to confront Li Tianyang and others.
The battle grew increasingly intense; every moment could bring life or death.
Outside Qixing Sect, the winds shifted dramatically as Mu Lan Rou, the leader of the He Huan Sect, and Ancestor Ye stood side by side with an imposing presence directed at Qixing Sect.
Their gazes were sharp enough to seem like they could raze Qixing Sect to the ground.
Within the Qixing Sect, Huang Feixiu was in seclusion, diligently cultivating his skills when he suddenly sensed the overwhelming pressure of the Great Sage descending upon him. Realizing that something was amiss, he quickly grabbed the Great Sage Weapon and, with a flash of movement, appeared outside the mountain gate.
At the same time, Leng Qiuyue swiftly summoned the elders and disciples within Yuanmen, preparing for battle with a serious demeanor.
Huang Feixiu stood at the mountain gate, his gaze sharp and focused on the approaching threat. Before him stood an old man in black robes, his face gaunt and worn—none other than Ancestor Ye, also known as Han Laomo from the Hehuan Sect.
Huang Feixiu shouted angrily, "Han Laomo, how dare you attack my Qixing Sect today? You must be tired of living!"
Han Laomo chuckled softly, a glint of amusement flickering in his eyes. "Huang Feixiu, your angry expression is still as charming as ever."
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