Chen Yi’s blood surged and reversed, he groaned and flew back, barely stabilizing himself after retreating seven or eight steps upon landing.
With just a finger, it seed insignificant, yet it broke his sword strike.
This is the realm only a second-rank could achieve...
The Supre’s figure had already floated dozens of feet away, seemingly about to rge into the denser darkness on the edge of Dragon Tail City and escape out of the city.
Chen Yi’s heart sank slightly: Could it be that this person is really going to escape?
Before the thought could finish,
he suddenly looked up.
The figure of the Supre heading towards the distance was epheral like drifting smoke and clouds, fleeting, yet flashing repeatedly, unable to leave the confines of Dragon Tail City, as if trapped within the Five Fingers Mountain.
The Supre’s steps halted, and before any thoughts could form, his vision was suddenly covered in a halo, a blinding white sheet.
Buzz.
An imnse halo, appeared without warning in the direction of the city wall where the Supre was about to escape.
The Supre’s figure stopped abruptly, his swift form seed to crash into an invisible wall, his expression under the mask wavered violently, and for the first ti from the depths of his eyes, an expression of...
Shock.
At the center of the halo, a figure slowly erged.
He was dressed in an expansive robe as white as snow, his appearance seed no more than forty, gentle as jade. He emitted no overwhelming pressure, yet standing quietly there, he was like a stabilizing pillar, causing the chaotic battlefield to instantly fall into a bizarre tranquility.
Chen Yi exhaled, finally, he had waited for Gongsun Guan.
The Supre halted his steps, staring intently at the man before him,
"It’s you...!"
The earlier shock had shifted to a voice filled with hatred, squeezed out from the Supre’s throat for the first ti.
He stared intently at that gentle and serene face, as if blood would drip out!
The blood-stained mories buried in the deepest depths of his heart suddenly exploded, recalling how his ntor, the last Purity Saintess, was "purified" by this very person in such pure light...
"Gongsun Guan!" The Supre let out a beast-like, heartrending roar.
It was a dead end; he no longer thought of escaping, his figure turned into a dark stream of light, with a resolve as if to perish together, rushed straight towards Gongsun Guan.
His palms turned jet black like ink instantly, aiming straight for Gongsun Guan’s center.
Facing this terrifying palm force capable of instantly killing a fourth-rank master, Gongsun Guan rely sighed slightly and remained unmoved, only slowly raising his right hand, palm facing upwards.
A circle of gentle golden halo spread out.
The Supre’s palms, imbued with imnse deadly silence and corrosive power, struck hard on the golden halo, producing only a fizzing sound like ice and snow lting, and boiling water pouring over snow.
The jet-black Qi Force wildly eroded the halo, but it was like a clay ox entering the sea, rapidly dissolving, with only ripples spreading on the halo’s surface.
The Supre’s expression under the mask changed drastically, his painstakingly pursued martial arts following his ntor’s practice appeared so... powerless in the face of the opponent?
No ti to think further, his hands transford into countless palm shadows, each containing different changes, either piercing acupoints and severing arteries, or corroding bones and hearts, or inciting heart demons, simultaneously he let out a shrill whistle, releasing several needle-thin, colorless and tasteless needle rain, silently shooting towards Gongsun Guan’s major acupoints.
He had exerted all his strength.
However, Gongsun Guan still stood steadfast in mid-air.
He pinched a mysterious Dharma Seal with his left hand and chanted True Words, the light circulated, completely isolating everything outside; no matter how cunning, vicious, or unpredictable the Supre’s attacks were, they only caused stronger ripples upon striking the light shield before dissipating.
The Supre no longer displayed the forr ease when dealing with the official puppet and Yang Chongwei’s pincer attack.
Even he himself felt like a moth flying into the fla.
An unprecedented sense of powerlessness, mixed with overwhelming hatred and a trace of barely perceptible fear, wildly grew in his heart.
Finally, a trace of resolve manifested in his eyes.
In the distant alleys, the Forbidden Army helped Yang Chongwei up, who still spat several mouthfuls of fresh blood, casually wiped it on a soldier’s shoulder beside him, then fiercely glared at the figure carrying the sword.
Chen Yi slowly approached the battlefield on the horizon, the situation seed almost clear, everything was within their prior plans, using the tiger to swallow the wolf, drawing out the Chief Envoy, then the Supre, striving to delay their steps until Gongsun Guan arrived.
However, for so reason, an inexplicable doubt arose in his heart,
"Why hasn’t Gongsun Guan delivered the final blow yet?"
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