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Before the events of "Half a Incense Stick," Scholar Xiu found himself immobilized by the Divine Sense of the Eight Great Protectors, who were at the peak of the Divine Transformation Stage. He was stunned, his mind racing as he tried to comprehend what was happening. Just then, the Eight Great Protectors surged forward like hungry tigers pouncing on their prey.
Eight streams of radiant light broke through the dense mist, charging toward Scholar Xiu. His face turned pale with fear, and his legs trembled; he had never witnessed such a formidable display. In front of so many people, he felt an absurd sense of being the main character in a story.
As the eight beams of light approached him, they emitted a simultaneous roar. Zhao Yang suddenly appeared in front of Scholar Xiu. He knew that if he did not save Scholar Xiu, the latter would undoubtedly perish; a master at the Divine Transformation Stage could tear Scholar Xiu apart in an instant. Zhao Yang had already guessed that it was the Spirit Energy emanating from Scholar Xiu's jade pendant that led the Guardians to mistakenly believe it was a Spirit Pearl. Although Scholar Xiu's pendant could not compare to his Spirit Pearl, it was still quite extraordinary; otherwise, the Spirit Pearl would not have regarded it as a treasure.
However, Zhao Yang found it amusing that his Spirit Pearl could connect to such an extent, turning into a useless Spirit Qi Pill to deceive everyone and keep both himself and his master out of danger. It was good in a way, but it felt like betraying his teammate!
Zhao Yang watched as eight beams of light shot toward him like swords from the heavens. In an instant, he summoned the supreme Chaos True Qi from his Foundation Cauldron through eight Chaotic Binding Chains to every vital point in his body. The next moment, blood light erupted around him as Crimson Gold Characters appeared on his face, neck, and hands, making him look both eerie and powerful. A corner of the Imperial Scripture burst forth, surrounded by runes that formed a seemingly transparent protective layer around him.
It wasn't that Zhao Yang wanted to show off by taking action first; rather, the eight masters at the Divine Transformation Stage were too powerful and too fast. They were closer to Scholar Xiu. The Grand Elder's eyesight was limited, and Divine Sense Detection had its constraints; recklessly attempting to save an inconspicuous disciple could lead to disastrous consequences.
Similarly, Ji Wudao, as the sect leader, should have come to his disciple's aid. However, if he used his Wind Body Technique to rush over and save Scholar Xiu with his remaining True Qi and injured body, he would also be unable to withstand it. After all, Scholar Xiu was immobilized by the Eight Great Protectors' combined Divine Sense; he would have to bear the full brunt of their attack! As a cultivator with a Wind Spirit Root, Ji Wudao was not adept at defense. Moreover, as a sect leader, he needed to consider the bigger picture. If he endangered himself for an unknown ordinary disciple and met with disaster, it wouldn't be out of fear for his life; rather, Myriad Spirit Sect would truly face annihilation. At least while he remained alive, he could still exert some influence. His previous confrontation with the Heavenly Mechanism Wall and Nine Great Protectors had indeed shocked everyone.
But when everyone saw the young man who appeared out of nowhere, they were taken aback. The figure was not tall; it was merely a handsome youth whose youthful features had not yet faded. His robe fluttered in the wind but seemed somewhat thin. Yet at this moment, his image became etched in their minds—a boy known as the Outer Court Demon King who had ruthlessly defeated all Grand Offerings in the Inner Courtyard—now appeared on a battlefield where he should not belong with only initial Foundation Establishment Stage cultivation facing off against renowned masters at the Divine Transformation Stage. He resolutely charged forward to stand before the Primordial Savage Dragon, radiating unparalleled brilliance.
“Zhao Yang!”
“Don’t!”
With a piercing cry followed by an explosive roar!
A barrage of fierce flames, icy blasts, and whirlwind projectiles struck Zhao Yang. Though immensely powerful, he found himself helpless against this assault meant for Scholar Xiu. Blood spewed from his mouth as several ribs shattered under immense pressure; his body suffered severe damage and was sent crashing into Scholar Xiu behind him!
Bang!
Then, due to the overwhelming force, Zhao Yang and Scholar Xiu were blasted out of the crowd, crashing through the encirclement of the army of cultivators and toppling countless Foundation Establishment Stage experts before finally stopping against a mountainside.
The entire mountain rumbled as Zhao Yang used one hand to support Scholar Xiu's back, absorbing an unimaginable amount of impact. With Scholar Xiu's defenses and physical strength, he certainly could not withstand such a calamity.
Zhao Yang coughed up blood, his face pale. Seeing that he and Scholar Xiu had been directly blasted out of the army's encirclement, he grabbed the scholar by the collar and soared into the air, shouting, "The Spirit Pearl is with me; I’ll take the lead!"
Everyone was stunned, not because Zhao Yang was escaping, but because a rookie at the Foundation Establishment Stage had endured attacks from eight Divine Transformation Stage cultivators and was still able to leap away!
"Kill them! Leave no one alive!" The Guardian commanded, and finally, the two sides of cultivators clashed in battle. The flames of war erupted as runes exploded like brilliant light, and in an instant, hundreds of bodies lay on the ground. The battles among cultivators were indeed brutal; a moment's carelessness could lead to death.
Ji Wudao stepped forward to block the path of the Guardian who was rushing toward Zhao Yang. The Guardian knew Ji Wudao was formidable and signaled for the other eight to pursue.
"We must seize the Spirit Pearl! Kill them; otherwise, we won't survive when we return!"
The Eight Guardians soared into the air when suddenly a massive foot descended from the clouds, colossal and elusive.
"Want to leave? You must pass through me first!"
With a single stomp, it shattered the ground beneath it, forcing the eight Guardians back as the Grand Elder appeared, leaning on his staff.
"You two deal with this old fool; we will chase after them!" Two Guardians stayed behind to confront the Grand Elder while the remaining six sped off in pursuit. Even with the Grand Elder's immense power, he could not stop them.
The Three Elders of the Outer Court rushed forward, intending to assist the Grand Elder. However, one of the Guardians, with a fierce gaze, unleashed a powerful blast of flames that sent them all tumbling to the ground.
Duan Wude, who had been waiting for an opportunity, harbored deep hatred for the Three Elders. Over the years, they had clashed countless times, and finally, he saw his chance.
An Ice Sword appeared in his hand, and he swiftly moved behind Fire Wuyan, thrusting it toward his back. Fire Wuyan, a formidable master at the late Core Formation Stage, was not so easily caught off guard. He caught Duan Wude's Ice Sword with one fiery palm while striking at Duan Wude's forehead with the other. Duan Wude was sent flying backward, a wicked smile on his lips.
Hong Wushou, calm and composed, sensed something was amiss. Just as he shouted, "Elder Brother, be careful!" the Ice Sword in Fire Wuyan's hand suddenly exploded, revealing a gleaming talisman.
"Not good! It's the Ice Soul Seal!" The three of them quickly retreated. Duan Wude silently chanted an incantation, and the Ice Soul Seal surged forth like countless tentacles wrapping around the Three Elders. As Hong Wushou was the first to flee, he landed but felt a sharp pain in his back—a folding fan pierced through his heart. He stared blankly at the blood gushing from his chest as his True Qi dissipated in an instant; his Qi Sea had been shattered.
Shen Gongye, who had been hiding behind the crowd, shot forward and struck Hong Wushou's head with a palm, killing him instantly. Behind Hong Wushou stood a young man with a sinister smile—Golden Peng Young Master.
"Elder Hong!" Long Xiao Wu, engaged in a fierce battle with a Royal Cultivator among the crowd, witnessed this scene. He pushed off the ground and soared into the air like a conquering hero, throwing a punch at Shen Gongye. Shen Gongye turned to block but staggered back from the force.
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