These two clowns had actually been restrained by that old man radiating red light!
Indeed, both of their strengths were around the 5th Sky of the Eternal Realm. Wang You’s realm was slightly lower, but his combat strength could completely match or even surpass it.
Yet these two had been restrained by an old man in the 5th Sky of the Eternal Realm?!
???
Focusing his gaze, Wang You, who was brandishing his divine sword, was now chatting and laughing with Wang Lu beside him.
And the latter was also displaying the Mirror Technique Dao runes, his deanor carefree and composed.
Watching this scene, Wang Mang burst into laughter out of anger.
Damn it, what kind of mischief were these two up to again?
In an instant, Wang Mang felt the urge to reset these two followers to their factory settings.
After suppressing this thought, Wang Mang glanced at the red-haired old man not far away.
Seeing that the latter was on high alert with strands of the Cold Ice Dao Rhy floating around him and showing no intention of making a move, Wang Mang took the opportunity to pass a ssage to the two, "What, you two are just loafing around?"
Upon hearing this, the laughing expressions on the faces of the two suddenly froze.
"Cough cough, Master, this old man is quite tricky; I’m afraid I won’t be able to handle him alone."
Wang You’s transmitted ssage echoed in Wang Mang’s mind.
Hearing this, the corners of Wang Mang’s mouth twitched involuntarily.
"If you can’t handle it, let Wang Lu deal with it, and pick soone weaker for yourself."
Staring at the red-haired old man, Wang Mang transmitted a response.
Clearly, this guy was slacking off, and quite blatantly at that.
Although he didn’t know what got into him.
Thinking it over, Wang Mang added, "Hurry up, this old man is worth 800 points to you."
At these words, Wang Lu subconsciously glanced at Wang You.
Unbeknownst to him, his eyes were already shining with a dazzling light.
That eager expression on his face was just short of spelling out "I Want Those" on his forehead.
For a while, Wang Lu was left speechless and started considering how to deal with this.
After all, he had been having a good chat with this fellow just a mont ago.
Through the conversation just now, Wang Lu also got to know the little sches in Wang You’s mind.
The reason was simple yet absurd.
This fellow had sohow lost track of exactly how many points he had earned.
Whenever he asked Wang Mang about it, Hou Zhong would just laugh it off.
If he couldn’t see through this, Wang You hadn’t learned anything from the system’s tutorial.
Obviously, his unreliable Master also didn’t rember how many points he had in total.
So he was gearing up for a small push against the throne.
Little did he expect that Wang Mang would co with a drastic move to pull the rug from under his feet.
This turn of events caught Wang You by surprise.
And the points reward that Wang Mang suddenly offered also caused this guy to short-circuit.
With this in mind, Wang Lu then transmitted to Wang Mang, "Respectful Master, all I have to do is kill this old man, right?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Mang, who was not far away, squinted his eyes and quickly replied, "Yes."
"Do it now, or I’ll reset you to your default settings."
Having said that, Wang Mang also imdiately swung the Slaughter Halberd, severing the ice dragon in front of him.
Sure enough, with this warning, the expressions of the two beca much more serious.
Wang You, who feared death like it was the plague, actually brandished his divine sword and charged forward.
It was unclear whether it was Wang Mang’s warning that stimulated him or those 800 points.
Seeing this, Wang Lu also picked out an opponent from the crowd.
Suddenly, a mirror image appeared beside the burlap-clothed old man.
At the sa ti, Wang Lu’s figure erged from it.
"Uh?"
...
At this mont, on Wang Mang’s side of the battlefield.
Massive slashes erupted from ti to ti, with sharp rippling aftershocks continuously undulating.
White frost spread across every inch of the corner, causing the heated battlefield to cool down significantly.
Evidently, Wang Mang’s combat strength was a match for the seventh level of the Zenith Heaven realm.
But up against this defense that was comparable to the eighth or ninth level of the Zenith Heaven realm, he still found it sowhat overwhelming.
Damn it, all his divine powers were of the defensive and life-saving types.
The only slightly combative aspects were his physique far surpassing that of ordinary n and his Great Dao reserves.
But that couldn’t withstand the opponent’s extrely ridiculous defense!
For the mont, Wang Mang’s face also darkened.
Of course, the red-haired old man opposite him didn’t fare any better.
His complexion was equally grim.
His attacks were completely ineffective, and he was getting crushed on the defensive end.
If it weren’t for the help of the fourth elder, he would surely be battered by now.
The continuous output of Dao runes also made his old body feel sowhat fatigued.
"It’s getting a bit troubleso," said the red-haired old man with an ugly expression.
These old fellows of theirs couldn’t compare with the young peerless talents.
Their physical strength was even more inadequate.
In a war of attrition, those at a disadvantage would certainly be the old guard.
Following this, he also spoke resolutely to the old man beside him, "Old Four, you’ll be in charge of defense."
Upon hearing this, Hou Zhong nodded without hesitation, "Don’t worry! Just focus on attacking!"
Having received his reply, the red-haired old man’s body suddenly surged with a flow of energy.
A vague and hazy shadow appeared behind him.
Looking at this shadow, Wang Mang was also stupefied.
Clearly, this shadow wasn’t human-shaped.
Upon closer inspection, it resembled a tiger or so other ferocious beast.
But the specifics were unclear; only a rough outline could be discerned.
Although unsure what this move was, Wang Mang wasn’t the kind of fool who would wait for the opponent to charge up a powerful skill.
He imdiately waved the Slaughter Halberd, with several streams of Great Dao power continuously pouring out from his body onto the halberd.
At the sa ti, several dazzling divine lights shone all over Wang Mang’s body, like a star hurtling towards the red-haired old man.
The Slaughter Halberd tore through everything in its path, stirring up the very fabric of space.
As he neared the red-haired old man, the muscles on Wang Mang’s arm gripping the halberd bulged!
In an instant, the Slaughter Halberd turned into a streak of afterimage, whooshing towards its target in a slashing motion!
Just as it was about to land a heavy blow on the old man, suddenly a patch of gray-brown Dao runes appeared in front of Wang Mang!
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