Xiaoxiao.

When Abbot Wuse saw Jian Xiaotian suddenly make a move, he knew that something bad was about to happen. However, as the saying goes, "If the King of Hell wants you to die at midnight, who dares to keep you alive until dawn?"

Despite my countless earnest admonitions, he remains impulsive. Who can I blame but him?

Kuang Zheng and his companions possess extraordinary strength, rarely seen in the world. If it weren't for the fact that they all contracted a strange disease four years ago, where would these old guys have a place in the martial arts world?

Even though they have been running around trying to survive all these years and their legends have almost disappeared from the martial arts world, we must not let our guard down.

After all, "even a starved camel is bigger than a horse!"

Although several of them suffered from terminal illnesses, and four of them had already passed away, there were rumors back then that they were terminally ill and would not live much longer.

Four years have passed, and three people are still safe and sound. This alone is not to be underestimated.

Moreover, how many of the ten major sects haven't suffered losses at their hands? These are not easy opponents.

Therefore, once the decision is made to take action, everyone must work together to have any chance of winning. Despite repeated emphasis, Jian Xiaotian ultimately acted on his own.

As expected, not only did he lose all his skills, but his body also suffered severe damage, and he probably won't survive until today.

Before the battle even officially began, our side had already lost two players.

Guan Xinghe's life hangs by a thread; he may not escape his fate.

Jian Xiaotian was also seriously injured, and his fate was uncertain.

Such an outcome shocked the remaining people, who dared not underestimate them in the slightest.

After receiving the signal to make a move, they were like powder kegs that had been lit, their internal energy surging to its limit like a raging torrent.

At the same time, they revealed their most treasured weapons, no longer daring to be negligent in the slightest.

Wu Se and Chunyangzi exchanged a knowing glance. After Chunyangzi nodded in acknowledgment, he shot out from the crowd like an arrow and sped toward Wu Ren and Ying Yue.

Behind him, the three Long brothers, Liu Xuan, and Guo Dehao followed closely.

The remaining people, led by Abbot Wuse, launched a fierce and relentless attack on Kuangzheng.

However, would Zhengzheng let them have their way?

He moved with the agility of a rabbit, grabbed a flagpole, and swept it across Chunyangzi and the others like a dragon emerging from the sea.

The nearly twenty-meter-long pole, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound, instantly blocked the group's path with overwhelming force.

Upon seeing this, Chunyangzi roared, "Let's all work together to deal with Kuangzheng first!"

Before he finished speaking, he flashed and appeared before everyone like a ghost.

His left hand tightly gripped a snow-white whisk, seemingly as light as a feather, like a piece of silk in the hand of a celestial maiden.

His right hand gripped a gleaming, incredibly sharp magic sword, which resembled the blade of a war god, shimmering with a chilling light.

Legend has it that this sword was left to Chunyang Temple by Lü Chunyang after his ascension to immortality, and its sharpness is unparalleled in the world.

Chunyangzi stared coldly at Kuang Zheng not far ahead with eyes as sharp as a hawk's. Suddenly, he shouted and rushed forward with lightning speed, like an arrow released from a bow!

At the same time, Abbot Wuse, standing to the side, was equally unyielding.

He gripped the heavy staff tightly with both hands, his arm muscles bulging like dragons and his veins standing out like earthworms.

With a powerful swing, the staff drew a sharp arc in the air like a rainbow piercing the sun, accompanied by a whistling sound like a raging storm, its power terrifying!

In an instant, the air was stirred up like a turbulent sea, rippling outwards in layers.

On the other side, Liu Xuan was like a war god, exceptionally brave. His hands gripped the huge halberd firmly like iron clamps, raising it high as if to pierce the sky.

The domineering aura emanating from him was as overwhelming as Mount Tai pressing down on an egg, making people dare not look directly at him.

He sped away like an arrow released from a bow, raising dust wherever he went, his momentum as powerful as a rainbow!

Guo Dehao sat steadily on the broad back of a massive golden eagle, whose wingspan resembled a dark cloud that blotted out the sky.

To his left, a majestic, white-browed tiger with piercing eyes was following closely behind with vigorous strides.

This giant tiger is over twenty meters long, resembling a moving hill.

Its body is covered with a layer of snow-white fur, which shimmers with a mesmerizing luster like silver waves as it sways gently in the breeze.

Beneath its four thick paws, sharp claws gleamed with a chilling black light, as if they could easily crush hard rocks with the slightest force.

Just then, the giant tiger opened its blood-red maw and let out a deafening roar, a sound like ten thousand horses galloping through the mountains and forests.

In an instant, the once noisy forest became completely silent, as if all living things were awed by this powerful aura.

The golden lion to Guo Dehao's right is also majestic and exudes an aura of dominance.

Its sharp fangs, half a meter long, resemble two gleaming blades, inspiring awe in those who behold them.

That giant tail, as tough and powerful as a steel whip, would generate a sharp gust of wind with each swing, as if it would tear the surrounding air apart, making a hissing sound.

The golden lion's muscles bulged and bulged, exuding an explosive sense of power. Its massive body was a whole size larger than the giant tiger next to it, making it the undisputed overlord of the land!

At this moment, these two ferocious beasts, like tigers descending the mountain, followed closely behind Guo Dehao, charging towards the enemy ahead with overwhelming force.

They ran like a whirlwind, the earth trembling under their heavy footsteps, raising a cloud of dust that blotted out the sky, as if a sandstorm was sweeping in.

Ding Fenglai of Xiaoyao Valley held a huge black iron abacus tightly in both hands. The abacus was more than two meters long and nearly forty centimeters wide!

Its weight was like a thousand-pound burden, yet in Ding Fenglai's hands it felt as light as a feather.

Whenever he vigorously swung the enormous abacus, it would create a surging brown whirlwind, causing sand and stones to fly and grass and trees to be broken in its wake, like a ferocious beast wreaking havoc.

At the same time, not far away, Yu Dubu held a precious sword called "Jingtian" and gracefully stepped on the Seven Stars Formation, like a fairy descending to earth.

With a flick of his wrist, he elegantly swung his longsword, instantly creating a dazzling display of sword flowers in the air. These flowers were as radiant and captivating as the stars in the night sky, or as delicate and beautiful as blooming peach blossoms.

The most eye-catching of all was Feng Yaorao, whose weapon was a strange hairpin that was a full meter long.

Upon closer inspection, the hairpin is carved with extremely intricate and exquisite patterns, resembling a magnificent and colorful painting that is truly breathtaking.

However, it is difficult to discern the materials used in its production. One can only sense that the hairpin faintly exudes a warm, jade-like luster, mysterious and alluring, like a rare treasure.

Every time Feng Yaorao wields this unique hairpin, it emits a sharp, piercing, and eerily strange sound, as if it were the roar of a demon from the depths of the Netherworld. The sound is extremely penetrating and intimidating, like a sharp sword piercing one's soul, causing one's mind to be thrown into chaos and fear if one is not careful.

The three Long brothers roared in unison, their thick, powerful arms pulling outwards like two dragons!

In an instant, a jaw-dropping scene unfolded—the three men's bodies swelled rapidly at a visible speed, more than doubling in size in the blink of an eye!

Their bodies seemed to expand like inflated balloons, and their once-fitting robes could no longer withstand such immense force. With a sharp "rip," the robes were torn into countless pieces, which fluttered down like snowflakes.

Fortunately, the three brothers' undergarments were specially made short inner armor, as hard as steel. Although from the outside they looked like ordinary clothes, under the terrifying force just now, there was not even the slightest sign of damage. They still tightly wrapped around the three brothers' bodies, as if they were an extension of themselves.

Without the protection of these rock-solid short armors, the three Long brothers would probably be completely exposed and in a sorry state by now.

If that's the case, once this matter gets out, who knows how many disgusting stories those busybodies who like to fabricate stories and spread rumors will come up with!

All ten people had solemn expressions and were concentrating on mobilizing their internal energy. Their bodies were radiant, as if they were protected by an indestructible shield.

As the true energy surged forth continuously, the surrounding air began to tremble and crackle, as if it were about to fall apart at any moment.

The weapons in their hands gleamed with a chilling light in the darkness, like dragons rising from the deep sea or tigers roaring down from the mountains, carrying an overwhelming force.

The three giant beasts had blood-red eyes, sharp fangs, and spewed raging flames from their mouths, their ferocity sending chills down one's spine.

At this moment, the ten people and the three beasts launched an attack simultaneously, sweeping towards Kuang Zheng like a surging, overwhelming tide.

The entire world was instantly engulfed by countless streams of true energy. These streams collided and intertwined, forming magnificent yet destructive energy torrents.

The once impregnable buildings on Broken Blade Peak collapsed like clay sculptures and turned to dust under the impact of this devastating force.

The scattered bricks and tiles, like dancing butterflies, vanished along with their owners in the struggle for the Vermilion Fruit, disappearing into the vast天地 (heaven and earth).

In the blink of an eye, the group's attacks were upon them like hungry tigers pouncing on their prey.

Among them, Chunyangzi took the lead. Holding a long sword, he flicked his wrist and a sharp sword aura shot out like a dragon emerging from the sea, slicing straight towards Kuang Zheng's chest.

This sword strike was incredibly fast, leaving a clearly visible white trail in the air, as if it were about to tear space apart.

Kuang Zheng flashed his body, barely dodging Abbot Wuse's staff that came crashing down like Mount Tai crushing an egg.

However, before he could catch his breath, the heavy staff, carrying immense force, slammed into his forehead like a falling meteorite.

At the critical moment, Kuang Zheng suddenly exerted force with his right hand, raising the long pole he was holding high, like a stabilizing force, forcefully blocking the thunderous blow.

In an instant, a clang was heard...

A deafening roar echoed through the sky, as if the entire world trembled. The once straight and upright flagpole was bent down by a full third under the violent impact, like a nail being hammered by a heavy hammer!

Even so, Kuangzheng ultimately managed to withstand this potentially fatal blow.

However, the situation remains precarious and far from optimistic, like walking on thin ice on a cliff edge.

Just as Kuang Zheng was still reeling from the thrilling exchange, Guo Dehao's enormous hand, as big as a fan, came crashing down on his chest like a storm.

At the same time, a divine eagle swooped down from mid-air, its incredibly sharp beak gleaming with a chilling light, and with a sharp, piercing sound, it pecked straight at Kuang Zheng's head like lightning.