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"What should we do now, Protector Zhang?"
The distance to the Sect is quite far. Even if we could use the Spatial Teleportation Array, we wouldn't be able to send a message back to the Sect!
Another Protector, at the Eighth Layer of the Primordial Martial Realm, asked anxiously. The others were equally restless; after all, these individuals were all direct disciples of Nan Feng, with several ranking among the Heavenly Ranking and Tian Jiao.
The other three Protectors, like Zhang Jie, hailed from Nan Feng and chose to stay with the Sect's disciples. Their talents weren't particularly high, so they simply muddled through as Protectors.
Once the battle began, the four of us Protectors would hold off these bastards. Nan Fang, you must quickly lead your junior brothers and sisters to retreat. The future of Nan Feng, and even that of the Sect, depends on you. Remember, you must survive and represent Nan Feng, represent Heavenly Palace, and represent Skywind Dynasty at the Four Dynasties Battle!
Zhang Jie’s expression was solemn; he had made a certain decision and looked at everyone with determination.
"Protector Zhang! How can we leave you behind?"
As members of Nan Feng, we cannot abandon our sect and flee on our own! Despite the overwhelming number of enemies, we must face them together.
Nan Fang immediately retorted. He was exceptionally handsome, with long hair cascading over his shoulders and bright eyes filled with vigor.
As the second disciple of Nan Feng and a descendant of Southern King, he boasted a bloodline purity closer to his ancestors than Zhan Chen, the descendant of War King—almost reaching seventy percent. At just twenty years old, he stood at the Eighth Layer of the Primordial Martial Realm and ranked Eleventh on the Heavenly Ranking! He was truly a Tian Jiao figure of Heavenly Palace.
"Nan Fang, don’t be so stubborn. You are the only descendant of our ancestor Southern King. You know that in our lineage, it’s always been a single heir. If something happens to you, how will I face our peak?"
Zhang Jie urged him more firmly.
"There’s no time for this nonsense! Let’s get to it!"
Ouyang Fei roared as he waved his hand. Following him were several others at the Eighth Layer of the Primordial Martial Realm, along with over a dozen at the Seventh Layer and other strong practitioners from the Primordial Martial Realm, all charging toward Heavenly Palace.
At that moment, over a dozen from Xiong Ming Men also surged toward Heavenly Palace.
Han Li charged forward, wielding a Black Spear, exuding a fierce aura as his Killing Intent surged toward Zhang Jie.
"Let's fight to the end!" Zhang Jie shouted, his momentum rising as he charged at the enemy.
In an instant, the Three Major Forces clashed in a chaotic melee involving nearly ten people.
"When will you make your move?" Yu Ziling asked, puzzled. After all, she had been lurking in the shadows with Lin Feng for quite some time.
"We'll strike when Nan Feng and the others are at their most desperate," Lin Feng replied gently.
Huo Feng was besieged by two major forces and could not hold out for long.
After a stick of incense burned down, several disciples had already been slain, including a Protector from the Primordial Martial Realm Eight Layer, whose head was severed.
"Submit and die!" Ouyang Fei from Jiu Ding Mountain Villa mocked disdainfully. "You Heavenly Palace trash!"
"South, retreat now! Or I'll take my own life!" Zhang Jie urged desperately, knowing he was doomed but hoping to buy time for Nan Feng to escape with the other disciples while three Protectors covered them.
"Retreat!" Nan Feng saw no other option and was pulled back by the other disciples.
"Think you can escape? What a delusion!" Ouyang Fei declared, brandishing a massive weapon as his figure flickered with speed, his aura overwhelming as he swung down with lethal precision.
Zhang Jie quickly countered with a slash to block Ouyang Fei's attack.
Bang!
A terrifying shockwave erupted, both men evenly matched in strength. Meanwhile, Xiong Ming Men’s Han Li acted swiftly, thrusting his spear like a serpent—agile and ferocious—aiming for Zhang Jie's waist.
"Zhang Hufa!" everyone shouted in unison.
Bang!
Zhang Jie hurriedly raised his guard, but the impact of the spear forced him to retreat several paces. Before he could react, Ouyang Fei followed closely behind.
"Nine Tripod Sun Slash!"
With a sweeping motion, he shattered the sky. The momentum was extraordinary and unstoppable, as if the sun hanging in the Heavenly Dome was about to be cleaved in two. A fierce wind surged, and waves of energy roared!
Zhang Jie’s expression changed slightly at the sight. With a furious roar, the southern blade in his hand suddenly expanded, and its speed increased dramatically.
"Flying Crane Slash!"
Like the wind, fast as lightning, another frenzied collision ensued! The shockwaves surged backward, shaking the earth.
The Nan Feng Method was agile and ethereal, excelling in speed. Thus, while it was not heavy or massive, its power was relatively weak. When it clashed with Ouyang Fei's attack, Zhang Jie was sent flying back, struggling to maintain his balance. After all, he was merely reacting in haste!
Death!
Seizing the opportunity, Han Li roared, brandishing his spear and thrusting it toward Zhang Jie.
"Black Python Swallowing Heaven!"
The spear shot forth like a giant python ascending into the sky, exuding an overwhelming pressure as if it were about to open its gaping maw and devour the Heavenly Dome.
Zhang Jie found himself unable to withstand this hurricane-like assault. He glanced at the surroundings where he had yet to escape; he was already surrounded from the south and felt a sense of despair rising within him. Was Nan Feng destined for downfall?
With the death of those from the south and several others from the Heavenly Ranking Tian Jiao, only Nan Feng Da Shi Xiong remained among the elite disciples of Nan Feng! As casualties among the Southern Peak Disciples continued to mount, despair enveloped everyone.
A fierce aura surged into the sky, sweeping across all directions.
The sword shone like stars, dazzling and brilliant!
A flash of light erupted as a sword pierced through the air with precision and immense power, colliding against the Black Spear.
Bang!
The violent clash dimmed the sun and moon; terrifying shockwaves overturned everything around them, turning the battlefield into chaos. The black spear was deflected off course but still failed to eliminate Zhang Jie.
Zhang Jie was shocked, quickly pulling back to create distance and steadying himself. Who had saved him? Who dared to interfere in the matters of Xiong Ming Men?
Han Li was naturally furious; he had been on the verge of killing Zhang Jie when he was interrupted. "I'll kill you!" Lin Feng's cold voice echoed.
Harnessing the Holy Body Power, wearing a Golden Mask and wielding the Zhan Tian Shen Jian, he appeared in mid-air, exuding an extraordinary and domineering presence in his Golden Robe Elder attire. He chose not to reveal his true identity, unwilling for his enemies or others from the Heavenly Palace to recognize him.
"Arrogant!" Han Li's killing intent surged as he brandished his spear, fierce as a wolf and sinister as a demon, launching a violent assault towards Lin Feng. Ouyang Fei had set his sights on Zhang Jie.
Following closely, Yu Ziling also emerged, masked and stepping through the air. Adorned with an Azure Fox Mask and dressed in a Blue Robe, she radiated an alluring charm. Meanwhile, He San and Luo Jian Zun joined forces, preparing to confront their enemies, knowing their combined strength was somewhat lacking.
The sudden intervention of these four unexpected guests left the Three Major Forces stunned. However, for the members of the Heavenly Palace, it presented an opportunity! Thus, their resistance grew fiercer.
"Dare to meddle in our affairs? You will die!" Han Li struck with all his might, aiming to crush Lin Feng with his spear.
Tengyun Mingji! Dark mist swirled around as vengeful spirits were reborn.
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