Mythical Cultivation

At this time, Wu Ming looked at them indifferently, as if he was unaware of the side effects of the high-grade magic weapon, and seemed to have already grasped the initiative in this battle.

"What else can you do? Feel free to use them!" Wu Ming said with a sneer.

The two monks exchanged a glance, a flicker of determination in their eyes. They knew that if they couldn't quickly eliminate Wu Ming, they would likely die here today, let alone share the spoils. So, they unleashed even more powerful attacks, attempting to break through the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda's defenses, or rather, deplete Wu Ming's true essence, leaving him at their mercy.

However, no matter how hard they tried, the Seven Treasures Glazed Tower remained as steady as a rock, neutralizing their attacks one by one. Gradually, their magic power began to decrease, and their faces began to turn pale.

At this moment, Wu Ming, seizing the perfect opportunity, suddenly launched a counterattack. He flexed his fingers, and the Golden Light Sword and the Mountain and River Inkstone simultaneously attacked the two men. Seeing this, the two men dared not continue attacking Wu Ming, but instead focused on defense. Their true energy was nearly depleted, so they naturally stopped their attacks with their magical weapons.

However, they did not completely give up the attack. Instead, they retracted their flying swords to defend themselves, and at the same time chose to activate several talismans to attack Wu Ming.

However, these attacks were not too worrying for Wu Ming, because he had the defense of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tower, which could steadily withstand these attacks.

The two young men tried their best to resist Wu Ming's attack, but the true energy in their bodies was not enough to support them to continue fighting, so they watched themselves being defeated and wounds appeared on their bodies.

At that moment, something unexpected happened. Under Wu Ming's attack, one of the young men suddenly turned his flying sword and fled into the distance. This unexpected turn of events completely caught his companions off guard, and they roared in anger, "How dare you desert a battlefield?!"

His eyes were wide and his face was full of anger, as if he was extremely disappointed and angry at his escaped companion.

"The two of us are no match for him. Although a top-grade magic weapon is nice and I want it, life is still the most important. Don't worry, I will remember your kindness today after I leave." After the young man who escaped said this, he walked away into the distance without looking back.

"You, you, you coward..."

The young man trembled with rage, pointing in the direction of their escape, his voice filled with resentment and anger. His eyes widened in disbelief, as if he couldn't accept his companion's betrayal. He clenched his teeth, his anger burning to its core.

However, facing such a situation, he was powerless and could only watch his companions go away. At this moment, his heart was extremely heavy, disappointed with his companions' behavior and full of worries about the future.

Wu Ming seized this opportunity, using the moment the two men were talking to unleash his Golden Light Sword and Mountain River Inkstone against the young man. He was already struggling, and now, the Mountain River Inkstone suppressed him, and then the Golden Light Sword decapitated him with a single blow.

The escaping young man saw this scene and was glad that he ran fast, otherwise he would have ended up like this. Little did he know that if he hadn't escaped, the outcome might still be uncertain.

Wu Ming was secretly thankful. He had only used the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda, a top-grade magical instrument, for less than a cup of tea, and his true energy had already been reduced to less than 30%. If the two continued to attack, he was afraid he would not be able to withstand their attacks head-on and would be forced to fight in a defensive battle. Now that one of them had fled, his pressure was greatly reduced and the situation had turned around.

"Huh!" Wu Ming let out a long breath, put away the Shanhe Inkstone and the Golden Light Sword, and looked in the direction where the fleeing young man left.

"What a shame, he got away," Wu Ming sighed. If he could have kept him, he could have gotten another piece of the spoils, and he might have even found other treasures on him. However, since he had already gotten away, there was nothing he could do, so Wu Ming didn't chase him.

Wu Ming turned around and went back to his original place, picked up the three storage bags on the ground, and checked the contents.

"Sure enough, there are some good things." Wu Ming's face showed an expression of astonishment, and he sighed inwardly. He opened the storage bag, and the dazzling array of items inside made his eyes light up.

Among them were a small number of precious medicinal pills and talismans, emitting an alluring spiritual energy. However, what excited Wu Ming most was the overflowing collection of spirit stones. The three storage bags held nearly three thousand spirit stones combined! Furthermore, there were three people's magical instruments: three mid-grade instruments and four or five low-grade instruments. These items, converted into spirit stones, were worth nearly two thousand. For Wu Ming, this was undoubtedly a huge fortune, one that would help him cultivate better and improve his strength.

"This time, I've had a good harvest. Although it was a bit thrilling, it was worth it," Wu Ming muttered to himself, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He carefully placed the storage bag in his arms, then quickly swallowed a Qi-restoring pill and began to recover his true essence.

At the same time, on the other side of the battlefield, Zhang Tianming witnessed the battle situation on Wu Ming's side and cursed in his heart: "They are a bunch of trash. They can't beat three against one. It turns out that I have to rely on myself." He gripped the magic weapon in his hand and decided to deal with the opponent quickly to avoid any more trouble.

Zhang Tianming looked at the two, a sly look in his eyes. "After playing around for so long, it's time to get serious. Are you ready?" As he finished speaking, Zhang Tianming swung his sword fiercely, unleashing the Qingyun Sword Technique. However, this Qingyun Sword Technique was completely different from the previous one. The original sword light split into two, hurtling towards Huang Hao and Mei Lingshuang at astonishing speed.

Mei Lingshuang's eyes widened at the sudden attack, and she tried to defend herself, but it was too late. The sword's light struck her defenses fiercely, instantly shattering them. Huang Hao, however, managed to block the blow with the defensive power of his magical weapon, but his face turned extremely pale.

Only then did Huang Hao and Mei Lingshuang truly realize the magnitude of the gap in strength between themselves and Zhang Tianming. They had already struggled to withstand Zhang Tianming's attacks, and now that Zhang Tianming had gotten serious, they were in a predicament.

Mei Lingshuang's body was covered in new wounds, blood staining her pristine white clothes. Huang Hao, having finally recovered nearly half of his true energy, was now facing a situation where his income was insufficient to cover his expenses, and his situation was becoming increasingly critical.

At this critical moment, when both of them were about to die, Wu Ming finally joined the battlefield.