At the exact mont Zhao Douan activated her cultivation, sprinting with all her might towards the mountain peak, her figure gradually disappeared into the clouds lingering around Luo Mountain.
On the mountaintop, the two Heavenly Human Realm fighters were also locked in fierce battle.
The Empress, a Half-step "Heavenly Human," with Dragon Qi empowernt truly possessed the battle prowess to rival a true Heavenly Human, especially with the Dragon Robe and Ancestor Divine Weapon in hand. The sword light swept across with devastating force, capable of destroying a mountain top.
The "Martial God’s" path was inherently adept at assault and conquest.
Xu Zhenguan, from the mont she set out from the south for this Sealing, had been continuously adjusting her state, and now she was at her peak fighting capacity. This was her greatest confidence in daring to attempt the Sealing.
However, the power of Wu Xiankui was still sowhat beyond the Empress’s expectations. This martial artist, who had ditated at the East Sea for decades, suppressing the Martial World without any weapon, delivered punches and kicks that matched the Divine Weapon in force.
This old fellow, with a real age far surpassing his appearance, stirred the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi like tidal waves with every gesture.
He seed to have rged with the entire universe, and while the Empress’s sword was the sharpest, how could it contend with the might of the heavens and earth?
As their exchange concluded once again, the Empress wielding the Taia Sword retreated, stepping back with her dragon-patterned boots, stopping beside the intact Five-Colored Altar.
Wu Xiankui "thudded" backwards several steps, with each step causing Luo Mountain to shudder a fraction.
"Qingshan heritage..." Xu Zhenguan’s eyes were cold, yet filled with caution.
It’s worth noting that the Grand Ancestor Emperor traversed the world afoot, with his final stop being Qingshan of that ti. As far as martial arts go, the lineage of Qingshan is more ancient.
And Wu Xiankui, as one of the top five "Mountain Masters" in Qingshan’s history, possessed unmatched insights into the "great forces of heaven and earth."
Like a vast ocean, her sword could slice through repeatedly, yet couldn’t truly harm it.
Wu Xiankui’s eyes also shone with admiration, for he thought the Empress’s martial arts, though seemingly "immature" compared to his, possessed an extraordinary bearing despite her re twenty years. In terms of previous Yu Country emperors, she was nearly on par with the Grand Ancestor.
"If Your Majesty does not exert full strength, then the next punch should be mine for the win," Wu Xiankui said calmly.
He spoke, not giving the Empress much ti to think, and with each step and fist, a powerful montum surged towards her.
Xu Zhenguan seed as if facing a mountainous pressure, her eyes abruptly turning dark gold as Dragon Qi surged rapidly into her brow; the imprint of the Jade Seal seed alive. At this mont, she held nothing back, preparing to unleash her strongest strike to conclude this premature duel.
Yet, as fist and sword collided, a shadow silently erged from sowhere on the mountain peak.
Logically, at such proximity, anyone’s arrival should draw the combatants’ attention, but the two focused on their enemy couldn’t afford any distraction.
In fact, at this level of battle, anyone beneath the Heavenly Human Realm could not approach, lest they be suppressed before reaching the summit.
However.
This shadowed figure appeared, bizarrely, suddenly, and quietly.
He donned a light gray Warlock Robe, ordinary-looking, yet sowhat solemn.
The "Magic God Sect" leader, silently biding his ti, finally seized the most opportune mont.
At this instant, the Magic God’s brow shone, a "卍" Buddhist Scripture slowly erged, and his "Heavenly Dao" aura swiftly dissipated, replaced by "Worldly Venerate Buddha’s" power.
The Magic God stepped calmly forward, instantly behind the Empress.
Then he struck, simultaneously a blurry yet imposing Buddhist manifestation appeared behind him.
At this mont, a third "Heavenly Human" aura arose at the peak of Luo Mountain!
Wu Xiankui was the first to notice the Magic God’s appearance, his pupils narrowed sharply with brief astonishnt.
He soon realized sothing and began to withdraw his extended fist.
But it was already too late.
Xu Zhenguan, at full sword strength, sensed imnse danger approaching from behind too late, as a solid Buddhist palm print hit her back.
Xu Zhenguan hastily turned, slightly avoiding vital points, instantly spewing red-gold mixed blood from her mouth, her aura quickly weakening and plumting.
The Magic God’s second palm followed!
"Boom!!!"
The entire sea of clouds boiled, Luo Mountain shook violently, and the Five-Colored Altar collapsed with a roar, Xu Zhenguan’s eyes widened, filled with shock and rage, like a teor, she plumted into the clouds below the mountain.
The "Magic God," seeing this, intended to pursue, yet a powerful fist forcefully struck forth.
Wu Xiankui’s facial hair stood on end as he unleashed his full Heavenly Human Realm punch, the form behind the Magic God cracked and shattered instantly, forcing him to spit blood and retreat.
"Get out!!"
Wu Xiankui roared, this unexpected scene was out of his plans.
The Magic God’s mouth curled up, while spewing blood, he said, "Helped you win this fight, yet mistaken as an unappreciated kind-hearted act."
Wu Xiankui’s expression darkened, "Which faction are you from? Xu Wen never ntioned you to ."
The Magic God, still spewing blood, chuckled, eyes mocking, "Ask Prince Jing, did you really believe it would be a single combat fight?"
Leaving those words, the Magic God’s figure quickly blurred and vanished—he did not continue pursuing the Empress into the sea of clouds.
Using this body, forcibly applying "Heavenly Human Realm" power was already a trendous toll, coupled with Wu Xiankui’s strike, he was now a spent force, a candle flickering in the storm.
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