Wu Han Cheng’s heart stirred, recalling that Zhong Muqing seed to have discussed sothing with Elder Hua earlier, evidently reaching so sort of exchange, which made him happy.
He ca to Mingcang Sect seeking True Master Qin’s assistance to break through to the Nascent Soul Realm, but True Master Qin refused to see him, so he patiently waited, still with no news. However, if Zhong Muqing helped, his hopes would greatly increase, and the only benefit could be just this matter.
Thinking of this made his heart burn with enthusiasm, wishing Elder Hu would imdiately defeat Zhang Yan.
Zhong Muqing initially thought himself destined for the Sword Fighting Conference, but Zhang Yan coming by Riding Dragon Carp made him feel the situation might have changed, feeling uncertain.
Elder Hua saw this and seized the opportunity, hinting he could help alleviate the burden. If Zhang Yan is defeated by Pingdu Sect during the fight, then this matter would definitely not succeed.
Elder Hua took a deep breath, his body trembling slightly, closed his eyes, and started using his Cultivation Technique. Monts later, tiny golden lights erged above his head, which gathered in mid-air into a golden-armored Divine Human with an indifferent expression and no emotion in its gaze.
This Dharma Spirit was not condensed by mana but transford by a mystical True Recognition, unseen to outsiders except for the Pingdu Sect believers.
Elder Hu saw clearly as the Dharma Spirit floated toward him, not hesitating at all. He first hid his Dharma Spirit into a Dharma Talisman, stowed it in an acupoint, then pinched a spell and led it down. Instantly, this Divine Human poured from the top down and rged into the Divine Intent.
Suddenly, countless things filled his Sea of Consciousness, feeling that normally untamable Divine Passage Skills were easily at his command.
anwhile, Elder Hua’s face turned slightly pale, almost losing his footing, knowing his Primordial Qi was depleted, requiring three to four years of Cultivation to recover. But as long as his disciple had the opportunity to achieve Nascent Soul, then all the sacrifices would be worth it.
Zhang Yan suddenly felt Elder Hu’s aura weaken and then strengthen, seemingly changing in an instant, feeling curious.
He knew a bit about Pingdu Sect’s Dharma Technique, understanding its fighting strength entirely depended on that Dharma Spirit. However, over the centuries, Pingdu Sect’s Divine Passage Skills had not remained unchanged; otherwise, it would be easily understood, losing its foundation.
If it were a life-and-death battle, Zhang Yan wouldn’t care what Dharma Technique was used and would launch a fierce attack to suppress the opponent, but as it was a re spar, a more genteel approach was fitting.
He calmly summoned the Star Sword Ball, suspending it above, but at this mont, he received a mysterious feeling that the person before him wasn’t the real threat; the true danger lay behind.
This feeling was utterly irrational, yet undeniably real.
Zhang Yan’s thoughts spun rapidly; having re-practiced it, his Sword Consciousness was insightful and flawless. Even if he fell into so Secret Technique Illusion Realm, this error wouldn’t occur. There had to be sothing amiss.
He pondered briefly without turning his head and instead raised the sword ball to observe through the sword eye, swiftly scanning those behind. When he focused briefly on Elder Hua, the sword ball vibrated softly, causing his attention to imdiately flicker.
Elder Hu collected that Dharma Spirit, seemingly taking a long ti, but it was actually just a mont. He shouted, retrieved a handful of shimring blue sand from his Sleeve Bag, wiped his hand over it, transforming it into a spectacular blue light extending a thousand yards, magnificent as a rainbow.
Seeing him deploy this, people like Huo Xuan all frowned.
Pingdu Sect’s Elder Yu smiled, pointing out to the disciples behind: "Your Junior Master Hu exercised this thod with caution, ensuring he stands undefeated for now."
Elder Hu soared into the sky, clutching his hand as if summoning storms, abruptly triggering rolling Heavenly Thunder, while countless yellow clouds drifted aside and descended to obscure.
This seed like a technique to seal the heavens, though its range didn’t exceed a hundred yards, falling short of the display by Dragon Carp from earlier days.
If Zhang Yan utilized sword escape now, he could break through, but within this fleeting mont, he decided to act true to himself.
He stood firm, calling out clearly, raised a hand, and the Star Sword Ball swiftly split into sixteen radiant sword lights. Fifteen of them resonated swiftly and tore through the clouds, slicing towards Elder Hu in mid-air.
And one of them unexpectedly turned back, transforming into a brilliant beam heading towards Elder Hua, with Zhang Yan simultaneously shouting, "Since Elder Hua has intentions, why hide behind sneakily? Co forth for a duel!"
Elder Hua was stunned, never expecting Zhang Yan to take action against him, nor knowing where he revealed a flaw. Seeing the forceful Flying Sword aiming to sever his head, panic left him no choice but to abandon Elder Hu, quickly initiating a spell, summoning back the Dharma Spirit, and erecting Protective Treasure Light.
This Dharma Spirit was nurtured by him, summoned with a thought, but Elder Hu was caught off guard. He was exerting himself mightily, freely employing sect skills when suddenly the Dharma Spirit vanished from his body. That mont seed to strip him of strength; his body stiffened, and the protective blue light vanished completely. Consequently, when those fifteen sword balls ca to strike, they passed through him unimpeded.
Elder Hu’s eyes widened, seemingly in disbelief, grief, and anger in his expression, trembling as he said, "Senior Brother... you..." Unable to finish, he fell over.
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