Daoist Wuchen slowly said, "Even if the fourteen of us cannot defeat him by joining forces, we can still suppress him! The rest of us will slaughter the War Slave Sect!"
After saying that, he took a breath, pointed at Tang Xuan and said, "Sinner, today is your death day, and the Immortal Realm of Freedom is your grave!"
Tang Xuan smiled calmly: "Can you do it?"
The Lord of Bright Fortress roared, "I refuse to believe that fourteen Great Emperors working together can't defeat you!"
Tang Xuan waved his sleeve, displaying unparalleled power.
"Haha, it's lonely at the top! Can any number of goats shake a lion?"
The sect leader of Ziwei Sect shouted, "Stop wasting words with him, join forces and kill him!"
With a thought, the Purple Star Emperor Sword appeared, and a thousand-foot-long rainbow suddenly appeared in the void, heading towards Tang Xuan.
"Good timing!"
Tang Xuan's eyes narrowed, and he unleashed the Dragon Tiger Fist.
As fist and sword clashed, the sword light of the Ziwei Sect Master shattered instantly.
At the same time, the dragon and tiger forms launched a counterattack.
"Stop your arrogance!"
With a single step, the Taoist Wuchen created a phantom image of the Eight Trigrams, attempting to block the dragon and tiger formation.
However!
useless!
Amidst the shocking explosion, the illusory image of the Eight Trigrams shattered.
The Taoist Wuchen's expression suddenly changed.
"Let's do it!"
Lord of Bright Fortress, Sect Master of Strange Ghosts, and many elders dared not be negligent and launched their attacks one after another.
Shocking revelations all the way.
When everyone joined forces to fight against it, the dragon and tiger finally disappeared.
The Ziwei Sect Master was covered in cold sweat.
For a fleeting moment, he actually felt the sensation of death.
"Don't let him catch his breath, go!"
With a shout, Daoist Wuchen launched another attack.
The fourteen emperors displayed their power and fought against Tang Xuan.
Because of the ability to perceive minute details, the aftershocks are not terrifying.
On the contrary, it is very concentrated.
But this makes it even more dangerous.
As the power of the group continued to accumulate, its force became quite terrifying, requiring them to rely entirely on their physical bodies to withstand it.
At first, its strength isn't very strong, but as time goes on, it will become stronger and stronger, and eventually, it will be impossible to stop it.
The fourteen emperors each displayed their power, unleashing their profound martial arts techniques with ease. Every move was unprecedented, leaving the onlookers, scattered martial artists, deeply moved and shaken.
"Good heavens, is this what battles between Emperor-level experts are like? It's far more terrifying than I imagined!"
"Although there was no earth-shattering aftershock, the combined power amplified the destructive force even further. Below the level of a Great Emperor, even a Saint Realm expert would not be able to get close!"
"But haven't you noticed? Fourteen great emperors joined forces, and they could only manage a draw!"
At this moment, the rogue martial artist made a horrifying discovery.
Tang Xuan, who was surrounded, did not move an inch. He simply waved his hands lightly, and the imperial moves unleashed by the fourteen emperors were shattered one after another.
In contrast, Tang Xuan's casual move could cause even Wuchen Daoren to dodge with screams of agony.
This doesn't resemble a battle between powerful emperors at all.
It's like a lion slaughtering a herd of goats.
It was the fourteen Great Emperors who were at a disadvantage.
The more they fought, the more disheartened they became.
The more they fought, the more shocked they became.
They had already overestimated Tang Xuan, but after actually fighting him, they realized that they had still underestimated him.
"Damn it, if this keeps up, it might not be him who dies, but us!"
"The Lord of Bright Fortress said with a ferocious expression."
In the midst of his busy work, he turned around and roared, "Men, slaughter the War Slave Sect!"
Tang Xuan's eyes darkened, and a huge ball of lightning appeared in his palm, striking towards the Lord of Bright Fortress.
"Want to slaughter the War Slave Sect? Dream on!"
Facing the enormous ball of lightning, the Lord of Bright Fortress clasped his hands together, and a radiant Dharma body appeared behind him—the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art of Buddhism.
A golden bell phantom appeared, enveloping the Lord of Bright Fortress.
Even if several powerful emperors joined forces, they wouldn't be able to break this golden bell.
However, the Golden Bell was as fragile as paper in front of the Thunder Ball, shattering instantly. If it weren't for the desperate rescue by the Ziwei Sect Master and others, the Lord of Bright Fortress would have been seriously injured even if he hadn't died.
Having escaped death, his anger only intensified.
Lord of Bright Fortress ripped open his shirt, revealing the swastika seal on his chest.
"Vajra Body, open!"
Suddenly, Buddhist chants rang out in the void, and the Lord of Bright Fortress transformed into a golden Arhat, his arms swinging straight up and down towards Tang Xuan.
"kill……"
With a single punch, the void twisted.
The power was so overwhelming that the void could no longer withstand it.
Tang Xuan's lips curled into a smile.
"A petty trick, get lost!"
He threw a backhand punch.
The fists are crossed.
Lord of Bright Fortress let out a scream as his right arm was shattered.
Everyone was shocked.
"How is that possible!"
"Why is he so strong?!"
"This is terrifying! We can't give him even the slightest opening! Kill him!"
At the same time, hundreds of thousands of allied forces from various sects headed towards the War Slave Sect.
A sinister smile crept across the War Slave Sect Master's lips.
"Our master is fighting alone. It would be too much of a disgrace if we didn't join the fight. Kill!"
With a shout of "Kill!", five thousand disciples of the War Slave Sect took to the air and headed towards the allied forces of the sects.
Two waves, one above and one below, collided at an extremely high speed.
The martial artists watching from afar were also alarmed.
"The massacre has begun. Five thousand against a million, a ratio of nearly two hundred to one, a complete one-sided massacre!"
"Even if there's a numerical disadvantage, the disciples of the War Slave Sect are notoriously weak. How are we supposed to fight them!"
"The battle was over before it even began!"
Everyone overwhelmingly believed that the War Slave Sect was doomed.
From a distance, the allied forces of the sects looked like a giant wave, about to swallow the War Slave Sect whole.
boom!
In the blink of an eye, the two collided violently.
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