Elder Wang's pupils suddenly contracted!
Berserk Pill! He seemed to have heard of this kind of pill—it could instantly unleash a cultivator's potential, causing their cultivation level to surge by several minor realms, and even briefly allow them to touch upon higher levels of power! However, the price was extremely high. After the effects wore off, their meridians would suffer irreversible damage, their foundation would be shaken, and their cultivation would be difficult to advance any further. In severe cases, they would become crippled!
"Young Sect Master, this..." Elder Wang hesitated.
"Win or die." Zhao Feng's voice turned colder. "The Xuan Tian Sect raised you not so you could be cowards."
Elder Wang gritted his teeth, clutched the jade bottle in his hand, leaped off the city wall, and landed opposite Tiger Hill. He said in a deep voice, "Wang Kui of the Xuantian Sect, I'd like to learn from Fellow Daoist Tiger's superior skills!"
Huqiu grinned, revealing two rows of yellow teeth: "Well done!"
Before he finished speaking, he wielded the axe with both hands and cleaved it out with a mighty swing! The giant axe carried the power to split mountains and shatter rocks, and a faint earthy yellow halo even condensed around the axe blade, clearly indicating that he had used his most powerful secret technique!
Wang Kui dared not be negligent. He formed hand seals, and a dark black armor phantom appeared around his body. At the same time, he summoned a long sword and slashed at the giant axe!
"clang--!"
The axe and sword clashed with a deafening roar, and the shockwave spread outwards from the two of them, sending dust flying everywhere.
Huqiu staggered back half a step, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes: "Interesting!"
Wang Kui's arm was also numb from the shock, and he was secretly alarmed—the power of Tiger Hill was even stronger than he had imagined!
Without further ado, the two clashed once more. Hu Qiu's giant axe moved with sweeping, powerful strokes, each strike carrying brute force; Wang Kui's swordsmanship was agile and cunning, relying on the illusion of his armor for defense as he constantly sought out Hu Qiu's weaknesses.
Both on and below the city walls, all eyes were on the two of them.
Xiao Chen and his two companions, huddled at the very back, could see clearly.
"The power of Tiger Hill is incredible. To have this much strength at the early stage of Tribulation Transcending, one's physical body must be quite well-tempered," Jiang Li said, raising an eyebrow.
Xiao Chen stared at the longsword in Wang Kui's hand: "He's stalling. Look at his footwork, it seems like he's attacking, but he's actually wearing down Hu Qiu's stamina."
Sure enough, after fighting for dozens more rounds, Huqiu's breathing gradually became heavy, and the speed of his giant axe slowed down; Wang Kui also had sweat on his forehead, and the phantom of his armor dimmed considerably.
"Damn it, out of strength?" Huqiu roared, slamming his giant axe into the ground. He formed a hand seal, and the scars on his body glowed red. "Taste my 'Mountain-Splitting Seal'!"
A massive crimson seal materialized, carrying the power to shatter the earth, and crashed down towards Wang Kui!
Wang Kui's expression changed drastically, knowing he couldn't withstand this attack. He looked sharply towards the city wall, met Zhao Feng's icy gaze, gritted his teeth, and crushed the small jade bottle in his hand!
"Bang!"
The Berserk Pill melted instantly upon entering his mouth, and a terrifying spiritual power swept through Wang Kui's entire body in an instant! His aura surged dramatically, and he broke through to the mid-stage of the Tribulation Transcending Realm in a flash! The originally dim armor phantom became incredibly solid, and black lightning even coiled around the longsword!
"You're courting death!" A mad glint flashed in Wang Kui's eyes as he slashed out with his sword at the crimson giant seal!
The black lightning collided with the crimson seal, creating a deafening explosion!
Tiger Hill let out a scream, was thrown backward by the shock, his chest caved in, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, clearly seriously injured.
Wang Kui was also in bad shape. Although he had won, his skin was cracked and bleeding profusely, and his breathing was violent and disordered. Clearly, the backlash from the drug had begun.
"Thank you for the concession." Wang Kui's voice was hoarse as he struggled to stay upright.
On the city wall, Zhao Feng watched this scene indifferently, as if he had merely crushed an ant.
Below the city, the expressions of all the various factions darkened.
A single move can instantly kill someone of the same level, and it can even withstand the burst of power from Tiger Hill... Xuan Tian Sect might be stronger than they thought.
Most people thought it was Wang Kui who defeated Hu Qiu with a sudden burst of power, but a few realized it was the pills that caused the problem.
Meanwhile, Xiao Chen, standing in the corner, frowned as he watched Wang Kui's disordered breathing.
"This pill... has a problem," he said in a low voice. "The surge in energy is too bizarre; the aftereffects might be significant."
Jiang Li's eyes were serious: "Zhao Feng is willing to disregard even the foundation of his own people just to win? This mentality is too ruthless."
Stone clenched his fists and said in a muffled voice, "He's not a good person."
The wind on the city wall grew colder.
Zhao Feng slowly raised his hand, his black robe fluttering in the wind.
"Who else wants to try?"
His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the entire battlefield.
The one-on-one duel did not dampen the spirits of the Xuantian Sect; instead, it made the atmosphere even more tense.
The leaders of the various factions exchanged glances, each seeing a hint of apprehension in the other's eyes.
"We can't wait any longer!"
The Southern Region Rock Ancestor slapped his thigh and looked at the surrounding faction leaders, "The Xuantian Sect came prepared. Fighting them one-on-one is just sending them to their deaths! We have more people, so let's all attack together and overwhelm them!"
The elder from the Central Region Loose Cultivator Alliance nodded in agreement: "That's right! They'll be an isolated city then. We can surround them from all sides and wear them down!"
The middle-aged monk from the Western Regions Buddhist sect clasped his hands together and chanted Buddhist mantras, but his words carried a hidden meaning: "To save the people of the Northern Regions from suffering, our Buddhist sect is willing to lend you a helping hand."
The group exchanged glances and said nothing more—as long as their goal was achieved, no one cared about the rhetoric of "saving the world."
"Pass on my order!" Ancestor Pan Shi shouted, "Four-Region Allied Forces, heed my command, charge!"
"Charge—!"
"For the resources of the Northern Region!"
"Charge into Xuantian City!"
Tens of thousands of cultivators surged toward the city gate like a tidal wave. Various magical artifacts emitted spiritual light that soared into the sky, and talismans swarmed like locusts. Catapults launched boulders that crashed into the city walls with a whooshing sound. Shouts of battle and explosions were deafening, and the entire area beneath Xuantian City instantly became a battlefield.
On the city wall, Zhao Lie looked at the swarming cultivators, his face ashen: "Hold on! Hold on!"
The disciples of the Xuantian Sect had already formed ranks. Archers fired arrows imbued with spiritual energy, while cultivators activated defensive formations, clashing with the attacks from below the city. Golden light and black mist intertwined, and rubble and broken blades flew everywhere. People kept falling from the city walls, and cultivators attacking the city were constantly being blasted away by the spiritual energy. Blood stained the ground below the city gates.
“Father, we can’t hold them off.” Zhao Feng’s voice rang in Zhao Lie’s ears, calm and without a ripple. “Send the disciples out of the city and fight them.”
Zhao Lie was taken aback: "Leave the city? That's not..."
“They want the Northern Region, so I will give it to them.” Zhao Feng raised his hand, and a pitch-black banner appeared in his hand, with ghostly shadows on its surface. “But they will have to pay with their lives.”
He leaped off the city wall, his black robes fluttering in the chaos of battle. With a wave of the Myriad Souls Banner, countless ghostly figures roared out, surging towards the allied cultivators like a black tide!
"ah--!"
Screams rose and fell, and the cultivators who were entangled by the ghostly shadows were instantly drained of their life essence and their souls were pulled into the banner. Before they could even scream, they turned into dried corpses.
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