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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 powerful punch directly at Ye Xingchen!
The wind from his fist howled, and it felt as if the air itself was being torn 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—Zhun Di's might. This pressure was as heavy as a mountain and as profound as an ocean, equally matched to Yang Lihuan's intensity!
It descended silently, enveloping everyone present in an unprecedented sense of oppression and fear.
Under this overwhelming force, a figure emerged like a ghost. Clad in flowing azure robes, he had a handsome face and eyes that sparkled with wisdom.
He gently raised his hand, and with a single move of the Wind and Cloud Palm, he swept forward like a sudden 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 he had been struck by a massive hammer. He involuntarily staggered back several steps, his face turning pale as paper.
His eyes widened in shock as realization hit him: it was you, Yu Donghai!
I never expected you to hide so deeply; reaching the peak of the Zhun Di realm while remaining so composed!
Yu Donghai smiled slightly, his gaze revealing an air of detachment: "It's mutual, Yang Lihuan. You once harbored deep hatred for the Barbarians; why now do you assist tyranny?"
Yang Lihuan snorted coldly. "You don't need to feign righteousness. I only seek a higher realm; who lives or dies is none of my concern! You have aided that old man from the Demon King Sect all these years—have you ever considered the outcome? As for your rise to the Zhun Emperor Realm through dark arts, let me show you what true strength is!"
With that, Yu Donghai moved like lightning, charging straight at Yang Lihuan. Both were at the Zhun Di level, their might overwhelming as it instantly spread across the Northern Region, causing the very earth to tremble.
The four Zhun Di fought fiercely in mid-air; every move they made contained the power to destroy worlds, instilling awe in those below who dared not look directly at them.
Ye Xingchen watched this scene unfold and couldn't help but sigh inwardly. He had thought that villains were often mindless experience fodder as depicted in novels; yet here he faced opponents who were both intelligent and powerful.
However, novels are deceiving. Ye Xingchen thought to himself before focusing his mind and dismissing further thoughts.
He knew that at this moment he had to give his all to maintain an edge in this battle.
Thus, he moved swiftly and joined forces with the Wang family members to confront Li Tianyang and his allies.
The battle grew increasingly intense; every moment could bring life-or-death crises.
Outside Qixing Sect, the winds shifted dramatically as Mu Lan Rou, the leader of the He Huan Sect, and Ancestor Ye approached side by side with an imposing aura that surged like a rainbow toward Qixing Sect.
Their eyes were sharp and fierce, seemingly intent on flattening Qixing Sect to the ground.
Within the Qixing Sect, Huang Feixiu was in seclusion, diligently cultivating his skills when he suddenly felt the oppressive aura of the Great Sage descending upon him. Realizing the gravity of the situation, he quickly grabbed the Great Sage Weapon and flashed outside the mountain gate.
At that moment, Leng Qiuyue was also swiftly gathering the elders and disciples within the sect, preparing for battle with a serious demeanor.
Huang Feixiu stood before the mountain gate, his gaze sharp and unwavering as he stared ahead. 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 furiously, "Han Laomo, how dare you attack my Qixing Sect! You must be tired of living!"
Han Laomo chuckled softly, a glint of amusement flashing in his eyes. "Huang Feixiu, your angry expression is still as charming as it was back in the day."
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