Tang San, burdened by double gravity, and with Ning Chuan even closer to Zhao Wuji, bearing the immense weight, screamed, his bones cracking as he collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud, passing out.
Zhao Wuji glanced at Tang San with disappointment. "So fragile?" His muscles were a waste. "
He's unaffected by Teacher Zhao's gravity!" Dai Mubai's face was filled with shock, as if he had seen a ghost. "
Tsk tsk, he beat Tang Fozu like this! Zhao Wuji, I hope you'll be safe tonight."
Ning Chuan sighed inwardly, his body spinning in mid-air, splitting into three, and slashing at Zhao Wuji fiercely.
For a moment, the open ground was ablaze with sword energy, sending sand and rocks flying. While the scattered sword energy didn't cause much damage to Zhao Wuji, it left a series of horrifying scars on his body. Simultaneously
, the gravity on Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ning Rongrong was also lifted.
"Xiao Wu, take Ning Rongrong away. Zhu Zhuqing, you provide support from the side. Don't attack rashly. Dai Mubai, please help take care of Tang San first."
At Ning Chuan's command, Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing took advantage of the situation and flew out.
Xiao Wu knew her attacks would be ineffective against Zhao Wuji and would easily make him a target, so she led Ning Rongrong away from the area.
Zhu Zhuqing hovered nearby, waiting for her chance to strike.
As for Dai Mubai, he glanced at Tang San, seemingly surprised that he was even weaker than he'd imagined. Even Ning Rongrong, a support-type spirit master, didn't faint, yet he did. He was deeply surprised.
However, despite the surprise, the resonance he felt with Tang San's Blue Silver Grass spirit was incredibly strong,
giving him an involuntary urge to merge with Tang San.
Entangled by Ning Chuan, Zhao Wuji's expression was a little awkward, and his first spirit ring lit up again. However, Ning Chuan already knew Zhao Wuji's intelligence and knew that his Acala body could only deflect attacks within a three-meter radius. He retreated prematurely, arriving three meters away from Zhao Wuji.
Acala only managed to disperse one of Ning Chuan's sword clones, leaving his original form unaffected.
"You actually saw through my soul skills!" Zhao Wuji was shocked, yet even more furious. He was a level 76 Battle Soul Saint, even with his martial soul activated and the first three soul skills in place, yet he still couldn't defeat these five weaklings with soul powers of only level 20 or 30.
With the incense about to burn out, he decided not to hold back.
"I'll finish you off first."
His fourth soul ring lit up, a shimmering purple light, and Zhao Wuji's fourth soul ring flew out. As if it had eyes, it pursued the two cyan transparent figures Ning Chuan had transformed into.
One of the transparent figures moved, unexpectedly approaching Zhao Wuji the moment his soul ring flew out.
"Haha, trying to use your clone to evade my tracking, good boy, but it's futile," Zhao Wuji said, controlling the flying soul ring to trap the other figure.
Then, his sturdy legs suddenly exerted force, and he leaped from the ground.
The trapped figure hurriedly shifted position, but no matter where the figure flew, Zhao Wuji, who was lifted up in the air, would turn with his movement. In the end, Zhao Wuji still caught him and knocked him to the ground with a palm strike. He used full force in this palm strike. Although it was not fatal or incapacitating, it was enough to knock him unconscious.
Ding ding ding.
At this moment, Zhu Zhuqing's sneak attack came again. However, it hit Zhao Wuji's back, and it was still ineffective.
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Without even glancing at Ning Chuan, who had been pinned to the ground, he raised his hand and swung at Zhu Zhuqing, who had attempted to retreat after attacking him.
Dai Mubai, observing this from a distance, pleaded, "Teacher Zhao, please have mercy!"
By this point, he knew Zhu Zhuqing was his fiancée by name and spirit.
Zhu Zhuqing's pupils suddenly constricted, knowing she couldn't escape, and instinctively closed her eyes.
Just as she thought she was about to pass out from the wound, a strong masculine presence washed over her. Opening her eyes, she saw a cyan figure embrace her around the waist, barely dodging Zhao Wuji's bear paw. With
a few leaps back, the figure, in a princess hug, held Zhu Zhuqing several dozen meters away from Zhao Wuji.
The cyan light faded, revealing the familiar figure of Ning Chuan.
Dai Mubai breathed a sigh of relief at this, but a surge of inexplicable anger welled up within him, for Ning Chuan was now holding his fiancée. Tang San, who had fainted beside him, was completely ignored. He was left lying on the ground.
"Ningchuan, you just..."
Zhu Zhuqing's once-cold eyes glazed over for a moment as she watched Ningchuan, who had just protected her.
"Let's just hold on for this stick of incense first,"
Ningchuan smiled. His face was a little pale now, having just been annihilated by Zhao Wuji's two clones, and he'd suffered some backlash, but he wasn't in a rush to transfer the side effects.
A hero saving a damsel in distress always has to pay a price, and it wouldn't be too late to transfer them later anyway.
"It was a clone, haha, good boy. First a top-tier weapon spirit, then two thousand-year spirit rings. Now I want to see how many surprises you can give me."
Zhao Wuji, realizing he'd been tricked, laughed instead. He laughed heartily, and his fifth spirit ring lit up.
Zhao Wuji activated his powerful Diamond Bear spirit's fifth spirit ability, Gravity Squeeze.
Ning Chuan felt a sudden surge of immense pressure, and he and Zhu Zhuqing were uncontrollably hurtling toward Zhao Wuji. At the crucial moment, he flung Zhu Zhuqing away, flinging him toward Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu. His second spirit ring ignited.
"Haha, little monster, accept your fate!"
As Zhao Wuji struck him, a shimmering azure shield materialized, clinging to Ning Chuan's body. A faint golden hue mingled with the azure brilliance.
Zhao Wuji's palm strike didn't shatter it. Instead, a powerful sword beam rivaling Ning Wuji's first spirit skill erupted from it, striking Zhao Wuji squarely in the face.
Bang, bang, bang.
Suddenly, Zhao Wuji's body exploded as if covered in firecrackers.
Ning Chuan, on the other hand, flew backwards. The sword and shield transformed from his second soul skill shattered in mid-air before dissipating into strands of light. To complete his heroic act of "rescuing the beauty" and to make his performance more convincing, he didn't rush to relieve the side effects, thus suffering severe internal injuries. Blood trickled from his mouth and feet.
"Pah!" Zhao Wuji spat out a mouthful of blood-stained saliva. Opening his mouth, where a front tooth was missing, he spoke with a slight lisp, "Boy, it's all over."
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