"Earthfire, hold him off!"
"Damn it!"
From Di Feng and Di Huo's perspective, Fang Zong was a Heavenly Flood-level Grand Venerable, while Wang Quan Dao Ren was an Ancient-level Grand Venerable, so Fang Zong was naturally easier to deal with.
Moreover, Fang Zong's head was valuable.
Di Feng left Wang Quan Dao Ren to Di Huo, who could only curse. But what could he do when Di Huo was of a higher seniority? He shook his neck and instantly appeared in front of Wang Quan Dao Ren. Then, light flashed like a volcanic eruption. In the time it took to breathe, he had fought Wang Quan Dao Ren countless times.
The area covered by the desolate land law is too small.
Even in such a confined space, an ancient-level Grandmaster could not escape the pursuit of his opponent; the situation was extremely tense...
"Fang Zong, you'd better run for your life. You're not a Great Venerable of the Ancient Era, so you can't leave here!"
Wang Quan Dao Ren's reminder surprised Fang Zong, who tilted his head and smiled, "If I go out, you'll be killed in seconds fighting two opponents of the same level in such a small place?"
"Get out! I can hold out for at least eighty years!"
"What about eighty years from now?" Fang Zong turned his head to look at Di Feng, who was walking slowly towards him, and smiled gently.
"Eighty years later..."
Wang Quan Daoist was speechless, because eighty years later, the Xiaoyao Sect, having lost two Ancient-level Grand Venerables, would definitely not be able to withstand the two Ancient-level Grand Venerables. Even with the protection of the mountain-protecting formation, it would not be able to withstand the power of the Ancient-level Grand Venerables, which had already transcended size. At most, the formation would be destroyed in ten days, and then turn to ashes in a fraction of a second.
Even so, Fang Zong could live for another eighty years, so why should he die with her?
As Wang Quan Daoren was thinking, Di Feng stretched out her palm, her boundless magical power, transcending space and even time, condensed into a single point, pointing towards Fang Zong from afar. She wanted to help Fang Zong block it, but Di Feng's fist wind was like an erupting volcano, exploding from her chest cavity all at once.
"We are both Ancient-level Grand Venerables, how could you possibly hurt me alone!"
Wang Quan Daoist roared fiercely, then suddenly shouted angrily, "Fang Zong brat!"
Because Di Feng's fingertips suddenly accelerated, before she could break free from the restraint of the earth fire, she pointed directly at Fang Zong's forehead. Fang Zong blocked with his palm, but a hole was torn in his palm, and his hard skull was also pierced through from front to back. Even more terrifying was Di Feng's magic power, which was frantically destroying every single cell in Fang Zong's body, down to the atomic level.
"You better not die, the Blackwater Palace still has a bounty on your soul," Di Feng said leisurely.
"I won't die," Fang Zong replied dryly.
Fang Zong truly experienced firsthand the terrifying power of an Ancient-level Grand Venerable. Di Feng, seemingly a gaunt middle-aged man, exuded magical power that resembled a howling gale in the boundless primordial world. The primordial world was so vast that the gale that ravaged the entire land gathered at a single point and forcefully impacted Fang Zong.
What's even more terrifying is that, in Fang Zong's perception, it wasn't a sudden gust of wind, but rather the extraordinary gathering of the winds that had swept across the entire primordial land for decades, and then it was about to explode within his body continuously and without ceasing for ten thousand years!
"Boy, you should know that if the power of a Heavenly Flood-level Grand Venerable is the sum of energy in the entire Primordial World in a single instant, then the power of an Ancient Desolate-level Grand Venerable is the sum of energy over tens or hundreds of years, continuous and endless, with no end in sight... I don't even consider you a threat. Now, let's see how long you can withstand my power."
Di Feng laughed loudly, "Don't worry, I used this move to preserve your soul. When you lose your mind, I will leave you with a complete corpse."
"Fang Zong, you brat! What the hell are you doing this for!"
They could have run away and escaped this desolate place, but instead they chose to stay here and die.
Wang Quan Dao Ren thought Fang Zong stayed because he was worried about her. He gritted his teeth and endured a fierce blow from the Earth Fire Great Venerable. He rushed towards Fang Zong, placed his palm on Fang Zong's back, and tried to absorb all the earth wind's magic power. At the same time, he exerted force to send Fang Zong out of the Desolate Heaven and Earth.
However, Fang Zong, who had just failed to 'dodge' the force of the earth wind finger, turned around and dodged it by the slightest margin.
"You think you can dodge?" Daoist Wang Quan was extremely surprised.
If he could dodge her help, he could naturally dodge Earth Wind Grandmaster's attack as well. Is Fang Zong stupid? Why dodge her help instead of Earth Wind Grandmaster's attack? No, how did Fang Zong, a mere Heavenly Flood level cultivator, manage to dodge it?
Before Wang Quan Dao Ren, whose head was full of questions, could react, she saw Fang Zong give her a particularly ugly smile.
"You just need to hold off the other one."
Fang Zong struggled to speak, and could only utter this one sentence before bleeding from all seven orifices.
As expected of an Ancient-level Grand Venerable, the difference is vast, far beyond what one could achieve with a single major realm. Fang Zong knew he was very strong, capable of instantly crushing a Heavenly Flood-level Grand Venerable of the same level, but he never expected that even a single finger strike from an Ancient-level Grand Venerable who was holding back would nearly cause his body to collapse, almost unable to withstand it.
Therefore, it is obvious that he could no longer deal with another Earth Fire Grandmaster.
"Hold them back, that's right, hold them back..."
When he spoke again, Fang Zong's body was covered in 108,000 wounds.
Blood spurted out, creating a foul wind and blood rain. Di Feng, seemingly enjoying the bloody atmosphere in the wind, spread his arms wide and laughed heartily: "What a coincidence! I also wanted Di Huo to hold back this neither-male-nor-female thing. We had the same idea, but they've held each other back. How long do you think they can withstand my attack?"
The Earth Wind Venerable shook his finger: "I feel it, I feel it. You are still half an incense stick's time away from completely collapsing, and you are only 10 seconds away from your mind collapsing and becoming a walking corpse."
10.
9.
8.
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As the Earth Wind Venerable slowly counted, the King Power Daoist grew increasingly anxious. However, Fang Zong, who was enduring immense pain, raised his head, his eyes shining brightly, and began to count as well.
"One year!" Fang Zong laughed bitterly.
With Jiu Mei's anxious ringing, Fang Zong obtained some things that originally belonged to the Earth Wind Grand Venerable, and also understood: So this is the Ancient-level Grand Venerable!
No matter how gifted you are, no matter how unparalleled you are throughout history, no matter how capable you are of winning over all living beings,
Fang Zong understood: the reason why the Ancient Desolate Level Grand Venerable was so terrifying was that even if those geniuses and prodigies advanced one level a day and one stage every ten days, they could not cross the huge gap between the Heavenly Flood Level and the Ancient Desolate Level.
Before reaching the Heavenly Flood level, one needs to accumulate magical power, and needs enlightenment and comprehension, all of which can be achieved through talent and resources. However, advancing from the Heavenly Flood level to the Ancient Desolate level is different and requires time.
Just like a child prodigy on Earth, who may be able to enter university at the age of five or ten, it is impossible for them to truly reach the age of 'establishment' before the age of thirty, or to truly 'understand the meaning of life' before the age of forty. Without the accumulation of fifty years, it is even more impossible for them to understand their destiny!
Advancing to the Ancient-level Grand Venerable requires time, at the very least three hundred years!
"Ten years!"
Fang Zong's eyes shone even brighter. He turned around and locked the Earth Wind Grandmaster's magic power within his body, laughing loudly:
"Today, I will take away three hundred years from you!"
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