Mythical Cultivation

At this moment, Wu Ming successfully eliminated an enemy. Although the situation on the battlefield remained unfavorable to Wu Ming's side, they were no longer as precarious as they had been initially, and were gradually stabilizing. However, Zhao Xiaohai and Hou Tiancheng continued to be suppressed, their wounds increasing. Furthermore, the situation on Huang Hao's side was not optimistic either.

Seeing his teammate lost, Zhang Tianming, though brimming with confidence and certain of his victory, sped up his actions, determined to quickly dispatch his opponents and avoid further complications. As Zhang Tianming launched his all-out attack, the pressure on Huang Hao intensified. Hundreds of sword beams descended upon Huang Hao like a tidal wave, and the dozens of sword beams he unleashed shattered instantly upon contact.

Faced with such a powerful attack, Huang Hao realized he was no match for the opponent, and without hesitation, he unleashed his final, ultimate move. A mysterious tower appeared above his head, and at the same time, he pulled another stack of talismans from his storage bag and tossed them into the air. These talismans transformed into a dazzling array of light, attempting to block the oncoming sword energy. Unfortunately, they were equally fragile and could not withstand the impact of the sword energy.

Everyone present gasped at the sight of the power of hundreds of sword beams. Only then did they realize how terrifying the strength of the top 100 in the Outer Sect Competition was! And Zhang Tianming truly lived up to his reputation. Even across the entire Qingyun Sect's Outer Sect, few dared to claim they could withstand these hundreds of sword beams.

Zhang Tianming's men, having seen one of their companions disappear at the start, had initially doubted their chances of returning safely. However, after witnessing Zhang Tianming's methods, they no longer harbored such concerns, knowing their mission was secure. Meanwhile, Wu Ming's men, watching Huang Hao's sword beams being crushed by hundreds of other sword beams, began to worry about Huang Hao's safety and their own survival.

The situation that was originally thought to be clear began to become confusing and it was unknown who would win in the end.

"Don't embarrass yourself with these petty tricks. If you have no other options, then commit suicide," Zhang Tianming said to Huang Hao with a haughty expression. His tone was filled with disdain and mockery, as if he already considered Huang Hao a sure thing.

Huang Hao listened to Zhang Tianming's words and wanted to refute him, but he didn't know how to refute. Besides, he was not the kind of person who liked to talk big, so he could only use actions to tell the other party that he was not a soft persimmon that could be squeezed by anyone.

He took a deep breath, a flicker of determination in his eyes, and decided not to hesitate any longer. He pressed his hands together, muttering something, and a talisman flew out of his hand. The talisman rapidly grew in size in the air, transforming into a massive shield of light that enveloped both him and the small tower.

However, the talisman only slightly slowed down the sword light from the opposite side, but did not completely block its advance. The sword light finally slashed onto the small tower, making a squeaking sound.

After a few breaths, hundreds of sword lights transformed into vital energy and dissipated into the world. However, the small tower was completely unharmed. Huang Hao, who was under the tower's cover, was also safe and sound, but his face turned pale, which was impossible to tell to those who were not familiar with him.

When Wu Ming saw Huang Hao's face, his heart sank. He knew that the small tower was taking too much of Huang Hao's energy. If this continued, Huang Hao might not be able to withstand a few attacks.

Wu Ming realized there was no turning back now and that he had to go all out to deal with the crisis. A flicker of determination flashed in his eyes, and he decided to use all his strength.

Wu Ming's aura erupted, and sharp sword lights emanated from him, seemingly tearing through the entire space. These sword lights surged towards the other side like a tide, carrying unparalleled power.

At the same time, the Mountain and River Inkstone rose into the air, emitting a powerful pressure. Wu Ming gripped the Mountain and River Inkstone tightly, ready to suppress the opponent at the critical moment. At this moment, Wu Ming's momentum reached its peak, and a fierce battle was about to begin.

Seeing this, the young man on the other side also attacked with all his might, using maximum defense. He wasn't trying to defeat Wu Ming; he simply wanted to hold him back until Zhang Tianming finished him off, and then victory would be assured. Furthermore, after seeing Wu Ming's strength, he didn't think he could injure him. He was also afraid of suffering the same fate as his companion. After all, he didn't consider himself any stronger than the one who had just died.

Since the opponent's defense was at full capacity, Wu Ming couldn't break through the turtle shell for a while. He could only hope that the opponent would reveal a flaw so that he could kill him with one blow.

During this stalemate, the situation on the field shifted again. Zhao Xiaohai and Hou Tiancheng were already significantly weaker than their opponents, injured at the outset of the fight. Now, after more than ten rounds, their wounds had multiplied, their clothes stained red with blood. The excessive blood loss had also weakened their spirits, and their vision had become blurry.

Hou Tiancheng's opponent looked at Hou Tiancheng who was in a trance for a moment, and a hint of joy flashed in his eyes. He found the right opportunity and stabbed him in the chest with a sword. A lot of blood gushed out of Hou Tiancheng's chest, and then he fell to the ground, and it was unknown whether he was dead or alive.

Wu Ming, Sun Hu and others who saw this scene started shouting, "Hou Tiancheng! Hou Tiancheng..."

His voice was filled with anxiety and worry, but Hou Tiancheng didn't respond. Their hearts sank. This was the first time in a while that a companion had fallen to the ground, and it made them understand even more deeply the cruelty of the cultivation world.

Their previous smooth sailing, their ability to recover from injuries, had instilled in them a certain contempt for the cruelty of the cultivation world, believing they could avoid death with sufficient effort. But now, Hou Tiancheng's fall made them realize that the cruelty of the cultivation world far exceeded their imagination. Even the most powerful cultivators could die at any moment, let alone rookies like them who had just set foot in the world of cultivation. Hou Tiancheng's fall rekindled their vigilance.

At this moment, Wu Ming began to blame himself, thinking that Hou Tiancheng's fate should not be like this. If he had not been so cautious and had revealed his trump card earlier, perhaps Hou Tiancheng would not have been defeated by the enemy.

Meanwhile, Zhao Xiaohai was already at a disadvantage, and seeing Hou Tiancheng fall, he was even more distracted. However, his opponent would not miss this golden opportunity. He took advantage of the opportunity and swung his sword, aiming for Zhao Xiaohai's head.

At this critical moment, a ten-foot-long inkstone suddenly appeared out of nowhere, blocking the enemy's attack. This inkstone was none other than Wu Ming's Mountain and River Inkstone! It turned out that after Wu Ming blamed himself, he had been keeping a close eye on his teammates on the field, to prevent anyone else from repeating Hou Tiancheng's mistake.