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"Protect her well," he said, as the battle raged on.
Gan Yuan glanced at Hong Yulong. Despite appearing somewhat disheveled and struggling, he didn't seem to be exerting himself too much. "I don't deny it," he remarked, maintaining a relaxed demeanor to avoid distracting Hong Yulong. Gan Yuan summoned the Mountain Sea Fan, creating a defensive Light Barrier that enveloped those around him.
Mu Qinglong also did not underestimate the situation. He quickly used the Azure Leaf to form a defensive Light Barrier around their small boat. Among the few magical artifacts they possessed, the Azure Leaf was undoubtedly the least impressive. The Jade Dragon Spear contained true spirit energy and was suspected to soon become a True Artifact, while the Mountain Sea Fan could conceal itself within mountains and seas. The Azure Leaf's only purpose was its simple offensive and defensive capabilities. Its clumsy attacks and heavy defenses made it surprisingly effective, elevating it to the highest tier among all defensive tools present.
Hong Yulong would not wait idly for defeat. Seizing the moment, he dodged two beams of light and charged forward with his spear, unleashing a fierce attack that sliced through the air with a sharp crackle.
Zhang Chenglin took advantage of the chaos to cast a spell. Yu Xiao raised his flute to his lips, playing a melody that resonated with the battlefield's aggression. Although the notes were soft and melodious, they carried an undertone of clashing swords and galloping horses.
At that moment, the figure hovering in the air became vaguely visible. Luchenzhou took a deep breath and said, "It's him, Chongming Guang."
Chongming Guang repeated those three words slowly, as if savoring the name in his mouth. A wild grin spread across his face as he raised his spiritual sword, which began to ignite with flames of battle.
Luchenzhou did not share Wei Wuyou's eagerness for conflict. Gripping his Ink-colored Longsword tightly, he resolved that if an opportunity arose, he would not hesitate to strike down the contemptuous Chongming Guang at the most critical moment.
The people from Lutuo Pavilion and Ming Huang Sect were not idle either; they began chanting defensive spells within their formation to reinforce the Azure Leaf once more, ensuring they would not fear Chongming Guang or Yi Dong breaking through their defenses.
At this point, Chongming Guang had fully manifested a leg formed from gathered light. He slowly retracted his smile and extended this leg into an area near his chest where it seemed to materialize awkwardly, stirring inside as if searching for something.
Hong Yulong's attack would not wait for Chongming Guang to fully take shape; he charged toward him without hesitation.
Just as Chongming Guang solidified another leg in front of him at a critical moment, he spread his fingers wide in a pressing motion. The tips of his five toes danced along a fine line, tracing out a sun shape in his palm just in time to block Hong Yulong's strike.
Hong Yulong was just about to press the attack when he was intercepted by Chongming Guang, whose leg effortlessly blocked the point of his spear with a simple palm technique.
On the other side, Zhang Chenglin's assault was relentless; the melody of his killing tune was enough to drive a Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator into madness. Yet, no matter how Zhang Chenglin played, it seemed to have no effect on Chongming Guang, prompting him to give up.
Just as Zhang Chenglin moved away from Yu Xiao, who was eager to launch a frontal attack, Chongming Guang let out a booming laugh.
Chongming Guang's body began to shimmer and transform, and with a powerful tug on his leg that had penetrated his chest, he tore out a chunk of flesh and blood, leaving a chilling impression. He then extended his leg towards Hong Yulong and gently opened his Leg Palm.
Hong Yulong could see clearly that the piece of flesh that fell had a silver needle embedded in it, identical to the one that had previously ambushed him.
"Get out!"
With a thunderous roar from Chongming Guang, countless rays of light erupted from his body, blindingly bright, as if a humanoid sun hung in the air.
Everyone had to shield their eyes slightly. Zhang Chenglin squinted; he was the only Golden Core Stage cultivator present besides Chongming Guang, and he alone could open his eyes against such dazzling light to discern what was happening.
When Hong Yulong looked at Chongming Guang again, he found himself sent flying across the bridge by a single strike. At that moment, Chongming Guang held a pulsating red heart in his leg, glowing with pale pink light. Zhang Chenglin rushed onto the bridge, extending Yu Xiao in an apparent attempt to stop Chongming Guang.
"You little pests will meet your end tomorrow," Chongming Guang said as he licked his lips. With a sudden forceful motion of the leg holding the heart, instead of the expected splatter of flesh and blood, light engulfed everything in an instant.
At that moment, Hong Yulong noticed a figure clad in tight-fitting attire resembling a Barbarian falling behind Chongming Guang. The figure's stealthy movements and remarkable Leg Technique made it difficult to defend against the silver needles—yet it had miscalculated its strike.
Meanwhile, the signal sent earlier received a response; in the distance, a cultivator riding on a Long Spear approached swiftly. Judging by their speed, they appeared to be another Golden Core Stage powerhouse.
Another one heading to their doom.
Chongming Guang tilted his head, an overwhelming confidence preventing him from immediately moving against them. To him, it was merely a number, and the gazes of those present felt as if they were looking at his battle achievements, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.
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