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After several exchanges, Gu Ping showed no signs of panic, while Gan Yuan became increasingly alarmed. After all, they had been fighting for over a dozen rounds, and despite Gan Yuan's relentless attacks, Gu Ping had yet to draw his weapon. Instead, he gradually began to turn the tide against Gan Yuan's aggressive onslaught. If this continued, it seemed that even Gu Ping's weapon would remain unseen by the spectators.
Boom!
A loud explosion echoed as two beams of light, one blue and one red, converged in front of the two combatants. After a brief clash, they erupted with a tremendous force that swept through the Starlit Mist, revealing all those who had been hiding nearby to watch the spectacle. Although it was somewhat awkward for them to be exposed, everyone present felt compelled to observe the unfolding drama.
Yang Tong suddenly realized he was now at the battlefield's edge and was horrified to find Ying Wuyi hovering just an arm's length away from him. Not far off, Gao Hong and Xu Jia stood on either side of Yang Tong, effectively trapping him in the middle. Had he known the positions of others earlier, it might have sparked chaos right then and there.
Meanwhile, the two fighters in the sky continued their fierce exchange. After another clash, their powerful impact shattered several surrounding runes, causing the Starlit Mist to dissipate and removing the barriers that had concealed them from each other's sight and divine senses.
The chaotic positioning of everyone created a tense atmosphere; it was clear that since Heart Constellation Symbol Dragon's roar moments ago, they had been battling for nearly half an hour. If they remained oblivious to this fact, those present might as well have left without a second thought about their cultivation paths.
Bu Luo was evidently aware that calmness was only temporary. As Qingyu Monk unleashed a brilliant light from his legs, Fu Long's bowl began to rotate slowly above his head. With each point of light descending, some Sanskrit characters emerged alongside it. Once these characters fully formed, they would drift toward Fu Long, linking together to create a massive chain intended to bind him.
With every tightening of the chain, Fu Long would struggle and let out a roar that resonated in everyone's ears. Each person realized that if this continued, Qingyu Monk would soon have him restrained.
Time was running out. Gao Hong and Xu Jia exchanged glances and confirmed their intentions before launching themselves toward the battlefield. They aimed to seize Fu Long before anyone else could intervene.
Their actions were undoubtedly a signal to all present; like a general issuing orders, every cultivator disregarded their own levels of cultivation and rushed toward Fu Long. Regardless of whether they could defeat him or not, in such chaotic circumstances, there was always a chance for someone to claim victory for their sect.
Seeing Gao Hong and Xu Jia ignoring him only fueled Yang Tong's determination not to fall behind. He quickly activated his movement technique and cast a spell, racing ahead to catch up with them.
On the other side, Ying Wuyi, despite exuding an air of arrogance, was still a High Leg at the Golden Core Stage. At this moment, he swallowed his pride and calmed himself, slightly adjusting Yi Dong's state, allowing him to join the competition.
Seeing Yang Tong and Ying Wuyi pursuing him from behind, Gao Hong suddenly halted, intending to block them both to create an opportunity for Xu Jia to seize Fu Long.
Was Gao Hong afraid that the two of them would team up against him?
Yang Tong was quite interested in Fu Long and did not deny it. Having previously acquired enough treasures, he was no longer concerned about what lay hidden in the depths of his collection. Such treasures, even if they fell into his hands, would initially be used for his family's sect rather than kept for himself. It was better to sell it as a favor.
Since he was here, he had nothing to fear.
Gao Hong's response was undeniably imposing, but whether he truly had the capability to handle both Dongzi was another matter.
While Yang Tong and Gao Hong exchanged a few words, Ying Wuyi seemed to have had enough of being held back. Just moments ago, Bei Qinping had easily dealt with a minor curse, and now facing Gao Hong alone against two opponents left Ying Wuyi feeling quite dimmed. Without hesitation, he swung his axe toward Gao Hong.
Gao Hong had come prepared for battle; his spiritual weapon, the Thousand-Jin Whip, was already in hand. Although spiritual weapons were not as powerful as magical artifacts, Gao Hong's age and battle experience were significant advantages. The young Ying Wuyi's fierce assault found itself at a disadvantage against him.
Though Ying Wuyi appeared aggressive and forced Gao Hong into a corner, Yang Tong could see clearly that Gao Hong was merely toying with Ying Wuyi. He didn't want to waste too much spiritual energy on Ying Wuyi; simply dragging them both into a stalemate would suffice for him.
In Gao Hong's eyes, there were only a few Golden Core Cultivators present. The academy's concerns were being held back by Jade Void Sect's Gan Yuan, while Qingyu Monk, the highest in cultivation level, was struggling to suppress the Heart Constellation Symbol Dragon. With Lei Dongyue and Liu Lao Jiu absent, all he needed was to keep Yang Tong and Ying Wuyi occupied; Xu Jia would undoubtedly handle things on his end without any issues.
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