774: Chapter 775 Clash!

Wang Zhan's throat bobbed hard, and he unconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his palm gripping the long spear already soaked with cold sweat.

"Don't ask me, I'm dazed too!"

With the lineup before them, any single one of them would be a peerless Prodigy capable of intimidating an entire region, yet now they all stood side-by-side, blocking the way in front of them.

He suddenly remembered back in the Xuanhuang World, Battle Asura, Sword White Robe, Azure Rakshasa, Wang Xiaopang, Mo Yu...

Weren't these the same people who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere and turned the entire Xuanhuang World upside down?

He thought he knew Battle Asura well enough, and this team they had traveled with all this way.

But only now did he suddenly realize that what he had seen was merely the tip of the iceberg.

Just what kind of world do you all come from?

His hand holding the spear trembled slightly as he couldn't help but look at Wang Xiaopang, his eyes filled with the same confusion: "Little Fatty, do... do you know?"

Wang Xiaopang pulled his neck in, looking as if he had seen it all before, and dryly squeezed out a sentence:

"Don't ask; if you ask, it's over!"

It wasn't just the two of them; the series of events just now were like a succession of thunderclaps, shaking the minds and souls of all the Prodigies present, leaving them frozen in place with extremely complex expressions.

Shock, wariness, greed, resentment, frenzy...

All sorts of emotions churned and collided in their chests, almost threatening to burst through their skulls.

No one had expected that behind Battle Asura, who held the Quasi-Immortal Emperor dao seed, such a terrifying lineup was hidden!

First, there was Ji Qingyi, cold as the moon and with Taiyin Power unsurpassed in the Ancient Plains, holding the field and forcibly blocking Xuan Yi's killing intent.

Then there was Li Xuanfeng, the green-robed Sword Cultivator whose single sword strike shocked the world, unsheathing his blade and tightly entangling Ling Guzhou.

Finally, there was Shi Jingxian, appearing like a god or demon with his Immortal King Physical Body, head-on clashing with Gu Shitian's Immortal Sovereign majesty!

Any one of the three was enough to dominate a region and rank among the top of the heavenly pride list.

Today, however, they stood side-by-side like three insurmountable chasms, firmly protecting Xiao Ruobai.

"They... are actually from the same Sect?!"

A trembling voice from the crowd spoke the deepest horror in everyone's hearts.

Everyone knew that Prodigies were all proud and lonely, and it was hard for such geniuses to tolerate one another.

Within the Immortal Realm, even those from the same source or Sect mostly fought and killed each other, unable to coexist. This mysterious Sect broke all common sense.

Before this, Xiao Ruobai's group of seven were merely dark horses that had appeared out of nowhere, isolated and without support, already seen as easy prey by the various powers.

But now, the Taiyin Fairy, the green-robed Sword Cultivator, and Shi Jingxian had all appeared!

The combat power of this team was already enough to sweep through ninety-nine percent of the Prodigies in the Ancient God Burial Plain!

In an instant, the gazes directed at Xiao Ruobai's group completely changed.

Atop the cliff, the atmosphere was oppressively suffocating.

The crowd of Prodigies, who had been poised to join forces for a siege, now subconsciously took half a step back, looking at each other with eyes full of wariness.

Protected in the rear, the solemnity between Xiao Ruobai's brows quietly dissolved, and a faint curve even appeared at the corner of his mouth.

His grip on the War God Halberd loosened slightly, and the destructive golden light boiling on the halberd's body quietly receded.

A surging yet restrained Battle Intent settled in the depths of his eyes.

"It seems there's no need to cause too much of a stir," he thought calmly.

Just moments ago, he had adjusted his state to its Peak, his War God Blood-Qi surging like an ocean.

He was only waiting for an opportunity to explode with a terrifying combat power far beyond before, killing to his heart's content in this desperate situation.

Fang Hanyu stood quietly to the side, his fingertips still resting on his sword hilt.

But that gray Chaos Sword Qi had quietly transformed from an extreme sharpness ready to sever heaven and earth into a profound and restrained presence, as steady as a mountain.

His Chaos Sword Intent had climbed to a certain threshold during the successive battles and needed a hearty life-and-death sword duel, casting aside all distractions, to be thoroughly tempered and sublimated.

The appearance of his fellow disciples meant that he didn't need to unleash his full combat power right now.

The subtle vortex of Devouring Power around Ling Xi quietly calmed down, her aura becoming more harmonious and restrained instead.

The low growl in Mo Yu's throat didn't stop; instead, it turned from a roar of pain into a low, eager battle cry.

The Qilin True Fire around him no longer flared out wildly but flowed quietly over his body like lava, the ferocity in his golden vertical pupils turning into the cold focus of a predator locking onto its prey.

Boom—!!

In the center of the cliff, the flames of war swept out violently again, like the Heavenly River pouring down, shattering the surroundings!

Li Xuanfeng's green robes fluttered as he held his sword across the air like a mountain, blocking all of Ling Guzhou's solitary sword moves—moves so fast they tore the Void Realm and so cold they froze the Divine Soul—outside his Sword Domain.

The screech of the two swords colliding was ear-piercingly loud, and space cracked layer by layer, yet Li Xuanfeng stood tall as a divine mountain, not retreating half a step, his clothes unruffled.

"A sword can slay enemies, but it can also protect the Dao."

His tone was calm, yet it sounded like the Great Dao's voice, each word striking Ling Guzhou's sword heart and causing his Sword Intent to tremble faintly.

Ling Guzhou's face was bone-chillingly cold, yet he showed no impatience.

He had cultivated the sword all his life, taking solitude as his Dao and extremity as his edge; among his generation, he had never met anyone who could truly withstand his sword.

Until this moment, a flash of fiery light crossed his eyes—the sharp and hearty feeling of a solitary swordsman meeting the rival of a lifetime.

The solitary sword in his hand trembled slightly, not from being suppressed, but because his sword heart burned brighter when facing strength, his Sword Intent rising step by step.

Ling Guzhou's thin lips parted slightly, his voice cold as a blade yet carrying a rare hint of recognition: "Indeed, you have not disappointed me."

As he spoke, his solitary Sword Intent rose another thirty percent, blazing like fire.

On the other side, the battle between Gu Shitian and Shi Jingxian was even more brutal, a pure collision of Physical Body and strength to the extreme.

Every clash was like two primordial divine mountains colliding, with deafening roars and rubble flying everywhere.

"Lowly ant, you dare to contend with this Divine Son? You are simply seeking death!"

Gu Shitian was completely enraged, his Glazed Divine Body radiating ten thousand rays of golden light as he no longer held back his strength, his Immortal Sovereign Early Stage cultivation erupting without reservation.

Golden Divine Runes flowed around him, every inch of his skin containing the power to crush everything.

He clenched his fists, and upon them, golden Divine Power condensed into two massive fist seals, like two golden suns, smashing violently toward Shi Jingxian.

"Bullshit Divine Son! In front of your Grandpa Shi, you're just trash! Take this hit—Mountain Splitter, Peak Shaker!"

Shi Jingxian laughed wildly, his muscles bulging and veins popping as the Blood-Qi in his body surged like a river.

He gripped both ends of the spiked club, exerting sudden force to hoist it high before smashing it down fiercely!

“Boom—!!!”

The spiked club and the golden fist seals collided violently, golden Divine Power and brute Blood-Qi interweaving frantically.

The resulting energy shockwave leveled the entire cliff, splitting the ground into countless massive, bottomless chasms.

Shi Jingxian's feet sank deep into the ground, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, yet his eyes grew even more valiant as he fought, roaring: "Again!"

Gu Shitian was also shaken, a flash of surprise crossing his eyes, which was immediately replaced by an even thicker killing intent: "Courting death!"

The two were like two rampaging Vicious Beasts, abandoning all fancy Divine Abilities and clashing purely with their Physical Bodies, fists and club meeting in a continuous roar.

Gu Shitian's Divine Power was boundless, each punch having the might to rend heaven and earth; Shi Jingxian's Physical Body was unparalleled, each strike carrying the power to shake mountains and move Peaks.

For a time, shadows of fists and the club interlaced as golden light and Blood-Qi rose, the entire battlefield enveloped by the aftershocks of their combat.