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"Master!"
"Younger Master!"
Compared to Jiang Han's predicament, Han Tingshan and Zhu Wushan's situation could be described as dire.
Their once elegant garments were now tattered, resembling ragged sacks draped over their bodies, completely devoid of the earlier grace and poise.
Han Tingshan's right hand had already suffered a large gash, with blood trickling down the Azure Sky Sword and ultimately dripping into the soil.
His face appeared extremely haggard; due to the depletion of his vital energy without timely replenishment, his originally lustrous white hair had turned gray and lifeless.
His overall aura was also quite feeble, akin to a flickering candle in the wind, as if it could extinguish at any moment.
In contrast, Zhu Wushan fared somewhat better; a piece of precious armor had saved his life.
Aside from significant energy depletion, he was not in danger of losing his life.
A group of disciples from Cangjian Mountain Villa hurriedly surrounded Han Tingshan and Zhu Wushan, showing great concern for them while casting angry, resentful, and hostile glances at the Manichaeism trio, wishing they could tear them apart.
"Is Master in serious trouble?"
An elder from Cangjian Mountain Villa, who had just entered the Fusion Realm, quickly took out a jade vial from his sleeve and poured out several fragrant Treasure Pills.
Han Tingshan leaned on the tip of his sword against the ground and gently shook his head. He swallowed hard as if forcing something down and slowly said in a hoarse voice, "I am not seriously injured!"
Upon hearing this, the disciples of Cangjian Mountain Villa all sighed in relief.
However, the experts from other Prestigious Sects had sharper insights than these disciples from Cangjian Mountain Villa.
They speculated that Han Tingshan had likely suffered a significant setback and had forcibly swallowed back a mouthful of congealed blood.
If he truly spat it out, it would likely tarnish the reputation of Cangjian Mountain Villa greatly by tomorrow.
In response to Master Qian and Wei Yixiao's concern, Jiang Han waved his hand and said, "I am also not seriously injured!"
People in the martial world are generally quite astute; fools perish one after another, making it exceedingly difficult to rise to the upper echelons.
Compared to his relaxed demeanor, it was clear to them that Jiang Han had no possibility of falling behind in the earlier competition. Not far away, at the position occupied by the White Lotus Sect, Bai Ling looked at Jiang Han, her beautiful eyes sparkling with an indescribable meaning.
"He really is getting stronger..." Bai Ling's voice was low, as if she were in a dream, and even the Seven-Colored Saint Envoy standing beside her did not notice her unusual state. The head of the Great Zhou Six Gate, Tie Au, also cast an interested glance at Jiang Han, his eyes flickering with a strange light, as if he were looking at prey and eager to engage him in battle. However, he ultimately suppressed his thoughts, mindful of the fact that he was at a higher realm than Jiang Han and that the Sky-Connecting Armory would soon open.
"Indeed, talents emerge in every generation, each leading the way for hundreds of years!" Cen Weizhuang of the Qingcheng Sword Sect sighed while stroking his white beard. He then glanced at Daoren Bai Sun, who was standing nearby in a daze, and couldn't help but shake his head inwardly. He lamented that although Daoren Bai Sun had once been a remarkable figure, he was far too distant from the true prodigies of the martial world.
Jiang Han suppressed his True Qi flowing against him and then shot his gaze toward Cangjian Mountain Villa as if his eyes contained two giant swords. He hesitated, contemplating whether to take this opportunity to eliminate all those from Cangjian Mountain Villa and cripple them once more. He believed that the enmity between Manichaeism and Cangjian Mountain Villa was likely irreconcilable.
Cangjian Mountain Villa had long coveted Yunzhou but had refrained from direct action due to their reputation. However, with Manichaeism intervening and ruining his plans, they must have harbored resentment for quite some time. If he guessed correctly, had it not been for Yijian Sect reopening its doors, Cangjian Mountain Villa would have already taken action to ensnare him.
With his thoughts racing, Jiang Han took a step forward, ready to continue fighting. He knew well that Han Tingshan had not revealed all of his cards. He could sense a terrifying power hidden within Han Tingshan's body; once the seal was broken, he would possess the strength of the Youngshen Realm for a short period.
Yes, the reason Han Tingshan was defeated was that his power did not exceed the level of the Fusion Realm. Although Jiang Han himself was only at the late stage to peak of the Fusion Realm, he possessed two major quasi-supreme martial arts. Whether in terms of True Qi cultivation or physical strength, he belonged to the top tier.
It was not surprising that he could easily defeat Han Tingshan. However, if Han Tingshan had disregarded everything to unleash his seal and fight desperately, Jiang Han would have felt uncertain.
"Gentlemen, it is better to spare others when possible," unexpectedly, it was not someone from the Great Zhou court who came out to mediate, but rather Cangjian Mountain Villa's old rival, the Swordplay Sect.
Qingyangzi said calmly, "Right now, opening the Sky-Connecting Armory is the most important matter. If we delay any longer, we will have to wait another three hundred years."
As soon as he spoke, everyone echoed in agreement. They had no choice but to agree; many of them would not live to see three hundred years, let alone return after waiting that long.
They had not forgotten that they had come in search of opportunities. It was clearly unwise to fight before even entering the secret realm.
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