Mythical Cultivation

Facing Huang Hao and Wu Ming's counterattack, Zhang Tianming dared not be careless. He knew these two men were not to be underestimated, so he immediately strengthened the defensive seal above his head. At the same time, the robes he wore began to faintly emit fluctuations of true energy. This robe was no ordinary garment; it was a mid-grade defensive inner armor, Zhang Tianming's last resort.

Ever since that unforgettable incident a few years ago, Zhang Tianming had become more cautious, no longer as arrogant and overbearing as before. He knew the fragility of life, so he placed special emphasis on personal safety. Now, facing a powerful enemy, he naturally wouldn't let his guard down.

However, relying solely on his mid-grade defensive inner armor wasn't enough to give him complete peace of mind. So, he once again deployed four shields in front of him, layering them together to form an impenetrable line of defense. After completing this, Zhang Tianming finally breathed a sigh of relief. He believed that with these three layers of powerful defense, even cultivators below the Foundation Establishment stage would find it difficult to breach his defenses in a single blow. Furthermore, while Huang Hao and Wu Ming were formidable, they were only at the seventh level of Qi Training, far behind those who had cultivated for years at the ninth level.

Zhang Tianming was now filled with confidence. He felt he had already secured victory and could launch his attack without any worries. He no longer had to worry about his own safety; he only needed to give his all to defeat his opponent.

Wu Ming and Huang Hao, on the other hand, stared solemnly at the dense rain of sword light and golden light in the sky. They did their utmost to improve their defenses, not daring to relax even a little.

The small tower in Huang Hao's hand emanated a mysterious aura, forming a solid shield that blocked the sword light and golden light. However, his face turned pale again, and blood flowed uncontrollably from the corner of his mouth, clearly seriously injured. His true energy was almost exhausted, and he could only hope that his own and Wu Ming's attacks could inflict some damage on the opponent.

Wu Ming, knowing full well that the White Cloud Banner couldn't withstand such a fierce attack, immediately withdrew it and quickly summoned the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda, holding it overhead for protection. Immediately afterwards, several deafening bangs echoed, the result of the powerful impact of Zhang Tianming's sword light and Golden Light Technique colliding with the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda.

"This guy's strength is definitely not that of an ordinary ninth-level Qi Refining cultivator. He is probably one of the top-ranked outer disciples in the sect. The gap in combat power between us and him is too big. Conventional means are simply unable to compete with him. It seems that extraordinary means must be used." Wu Ming felt the powerful offensive of his opponent and thought to himself.

Looking at Zhang Tianming, despite their ferocious attack, their expression only darkened slightly, causing no substantial damage. Their all-out assault only managed to break Zhang Tianming's magical shield, causing the seal above his head to shake violently. However, he ultimately managed to withstand their attack, blocking it from his body.

This scene deeply impressed the two men. The powerful offensive of their opponent and the result of their own attack made them deeply aware of the terrifying strength of those cultivators who had long been immersed in the ninth level of Qi Refining. At this moment, they no longer harbored any hope of luck, knowing that only by giving it their all could they have a chance of survival. Otherwise, today would be their end.

Wu Ming turned to look at Huang Hao, only to see him looking back. The moment their eyes met, they both understood that if they didn't fight tooth and nail, escape would be impossible. So, Huang Hao silently called out to Elder Ding, deciding to surrender his body completely to him while he retreated to the sidelines, becoming a spectator.

Huang Hao looked at Elder Ding with a mixture of gratitude and guilt in his heart: "Alas, Elder Ding, I have to trouble you again. My strength is still too weak, and I have to let you attack several times in such a short period of time."

Elder Ding shook his head slightly, his tone full of kindness: "Little Haozi, don't be discouraged. You have only been practicing for a short time. It is normal for you to be defeated by these Qi-refining cultivators who have practiced for many years. When I was your age, I was not much stronger than you."

Huang Hao gritted his teeth, a look of determination on his face: "Mr. Ding, I understand, but I still feel that I am too weak."

Elder Ding said earnestly, "Xiao Haozi, you must know that in the path of cultivation, it is not enough to have the faith of a strong person. You must also know how to endure. Only survival is the most important thing. No one has smooth sailing and is always undefeated."

Huang Hao took a deep breath and nodded: "Mr. Ding, I understand. I will continue to work hard."

Elder Ding smiled and nodded, saying with satisfaction, "Good boy, as long as you can persevere, your future will be limitless."

Huang Hao clenched his fists, his eyes flashing with fighting spirit: "Mr. Ding, I won't let you down!"

Mr. Ding smiled and said with satisfaction: "Very good, let's get started."

After saying that, Old Ding began to control Huang Hao's body.

Everyone saw the heavenly and earthly vital energy within a radius of several dozen feet around Huang Hao's body, as if drawn by something, surging towards him at a visible speed. This heavenly and earthly vital energy was continuously absorbed into his body, then compressed and transformed into mist-like true essence, which flowed through Huang Hao's body like a surging river, rapidly nourishing his body and allowing him to quickly recover the physical strength and mana that had been consumed in the battle. His condition instantly returned to its peak. Then, with a light wave of his right hand, the flying sword in the air immediately emitted a dazzling sword light and slashed towards Zhang Tianming.

The force of this attack left everyone present dumbfounded. They watched helplessly as the sword light easily shattered Zhang Tianming's several layers of magical shields, even the seal above his head was knocked away. In the end, only Zhang Tianming's robes struggled to support him, struggling to block the attack.

Zhang Tianming himself was also very frightened, with a layer of fine beads of sweat on his forehead. If he had not remained highly vigilant and defended with all his strength, that sword would probably have taken his life.

At the same time, Wu Ming's attack followed suit. The flying rings in his hands transformed into two streaks of light, flying towards Zhang Tianming one after the other, catching the brief gap after Huang Hao's sword strike. Facing the double attack, Zhang Tianming had no way to dodge and could only grit his teeth and deal with it.

Fortunately, although Huang Hao's attack was powerful, it was only a casual strike, not his full strength, so he sustained no damage. Still, he was somewhat surprised by his opponent's strength, and immediately directed his flying sword to slash at the two flying rings. However, Wu Ming's mother-and-child flying rings were no ordinary magical instruments, but rather top-grade ones, so they wouldn't be easily blocked.