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At this moment, the Sect Head of the Mi Clan’s muscles swelled. His Qingmu Battle Body seemed perfectly honed, clinging to his strong physique as if he were a celestial turquoise god.

Not far from him, Tang Sen simply stood in mid-air. His dire armor shone with a dark purple glow, dimming and brightening intermittently.

In a short while, the two had clashed dozens of times, yet neither had managed to deal significant damage to the other.

It was not surprising that Tang Sen, with his robust physique and protective armor, remained unscathed. However, Mi Hai’s abilities were astonishing.

The Qingmu Battle Body had always been the Mi Clan’s strongest defensive technique. The Tang Clan, having contended with the Mi Clan for a thousand years, knew this technique best. Yet unbeknownst to them, this defensive technique could now be merged with the spirit and attached to the body, greatly enhancing the practitioner’s close-combat abilities and providing an impressively stalwart defense.

This derailed Tang Sen’s plan of quickly overpowering Mi Hai by closing in, locking them into an inexplicable battle of attrition.

The most disadvantageous circumstance for the Tang Clan now was prolonged combat.

The allied forces surrounding the Valley of Auspicious Clouds had begun to close in on Mount Baoding. Once they completed the encirclement, the Tang Clan martial artists would be trapped, escape becoming impossible.

Tang Sen, anxious in his heart, his eyes flaring with ferocity, assaulted Mi Hai not far from him. In response, Mi Hai transformed into a turquoise stream of light, intertwining with Tang Sen once again.

Every clash between the golden and turquoise lights sent out boundless auras and waves of energy transforming into fierce winds that swept across the area.

It was as if the world itself could not withstand their ferocious powers and was responding in kind.

The two fought from the sky to the mountaintop, then from the mountaintop to the mountain stream. Mi Hai was even flung down into deep valleys by Tang Sen numerous times, but each time, he managed to fly back out.

The situation was extremely dire. Not just Tang Sen and Mi Hai, every one of the top martial ancestors from the Tang Clan had been locked into a stalemate by the allied forces’ top warriors. Their aim was to delay the Tang Clan martial ancestors in front of Mount Baoding.

The advantage of numbers was manifested brilliantly. While the cultivation levels of the martial ancestors from the Mi Clan’s allied forces fell short when compared to the Tang Clan’s martial ancestors, when presented with situations of two or three against one, it was already difficult enough for the Tang Clan martial ancestors not to lose, let alone achieve any significant accomplishments.

Moreover, the strategic intentions of the allied forces martial ancestors were clear. They didn’t view the killing of the Tang Clan martial ancestors as their strategic goal. Their genuine objective was to target the Tang Clan descendants who had broken through the divine martial array.

But who could have predicted that, after Tang Luo’s giant stepped into the battlefield, he would kill the allied forces descendants with such efficiency, chilling their courage in a matter of seconds.

At this point, the defenders’ formation on Mount Baoding was thoroughly disintegrated. The scattering soldiers were continually being slaughtered by Tang Clan martial artists who were chased down, making for a ghastly scene.

After Tang Luo’s successful sneak attack with the innate pneuma arrow, he was targeted by two martial warriors of the Fierce Realm. Two martial ancestors, who were supposed to be providing tactical support, were now pouncing directly at Tang Luo.

The sound of the rushing wind was keenly detected by Tang Luo. Turning his head, he saw two allied forces martial ancestors, one with the number 48752 on his head and the other with 39278, closing in on him, murderous intent brimming.

Playing by the principle of “a wise man knows when to retreat,” Tang Luo cheekily shouted, “Great Elder, aim at the one on the left!”

Ever since he had begun his assault, he had heard the clan head’s order for the Great Elder to come for reinforcements, thus the Great Elder had always been hovering a distance behind the giant.

Tang Siyuan was originally worried that this battlefield would be a setback for Tang Luo, but he did not expect that this Tang Clan prodigy would once again pleasantly surprise them.

In terms of dominion over the mortal warriors, Tang Luo’s performance even outstripped some of Tang Clan’s top martial ancestors and was nearly on par with some top physical technique masters.

However, even physical technique masters had limited stamina. Although, in the short term, they could cause massive damage like the giant, they couldn’t maintain it for long. At most, they could sustain for a quarter of an hour before needing to rest and recuperate. On the other hand, Tang Luo would hardly ever tire.

This revelation made Tang Siyuan immediately dismiss the idea of removing Tang Luo from the battlefield. Instead, he remained floating in the air not far behind Tang Luo, providing him with escort and protection.

Since the beginning, he had expelled several groups of martial ancestors who had targeted Tang Luo. Under this circumstance, when he was faced with two new martial ancestors, his Extreme Mang Finger was already charged at his fingertips. However, when he heard Tang Luo’s reminder, he immediately changed his target.

But not only did Tang Siyuan hear Tang Luo’s unguarded shout, the two warriors charging at the giant did as well. The martial ancestor on the left, with the number 39278 on his head, immediately activated his defensive technique to full power, cautious against Tang Siyuan’s sneak attack, while the martial ancestor on the right accelerated his charging towards Tang Luo.

Nicely arranged. His tactical skills were also in place. However, the fully prepared martial ancestor would not have imagined that the danger would come from the least likely person to attack him.

“Watch out!” Bai Jingming heard clearly. The warning came from Bai Tongfang, the Bai family senior who was killing Tang Luo with him. But, watch out for what? Tang Siyuan’s Extreme Mang Finger was still charging!

During his confusion, a blaze of five-colored light brutally struck his protective sword array. The innate pneuma arrow, bolstered by two million treasure lights of divine medicine, punctured Bai Jingming’s touted sword array and landed on his spiritual armor.

With his protective sword array broken and his spiritual armor facing fierce attack, alarm bells rang in Bai Jingming’s mind. But sensing the dwindling power of the innate pneuma arrow on his spiritual armor, he somehow felt relieved.

At least this five-colored pneuma sword couldn’t break his spiritual armor, in Bai Jingming’s mind, he had this thought. Then, he saw Tang Siyuan far away giving him a thumbs up, a golden brilliancy appeared. Although he desperately tried to dodge, a large hole was blasted into his right lung. With no other option, he activated the Xuanji Jade.

Tang Luo looked up at the Fierce Realm warrior disappearing into mid-air, a big smile on his face. Just as he had predicted, a novice of the Fierce Realm with one less layer of defense was just as fragile as paper under Tang Siyuan’s Extreme Mang Finger.

Perhaps due to the extreme sensitivity of the Fierce Realm warriors, they could hardly be struck on their vital points like the head. But just injuring them severely enough to retreat was, in Tang Luo’s view, a steady win for him and the Great Elder’s teamwork.

As for the Bai Family martial ancestor whose face was almost touching his, Tang Luo thrusted out a palm, confident that the force of his palm was enough to stop the opponent.

After all, with the might of hundreds of thousands of pounds coupled with the accumulated energy, even a small mountain would crumble before him.

But Bai Tongfang, the swordmaster, faced this move without a change of complexion. He enveloped his spiritual sword in a brilliant luminosity and executed the technique “Stroking the Willow, Spreading the Wind”, its sword energy extending over a meter and redirected the giant’s upper arm at ease.

Tang Luo only felt that his strength had been drawn away. It was as if he was arm-wrestling himself, his determined palm strike met only the air, creating a sonic boom.