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"Everyone unite together to deal with these Puppets," Zhao Kuangyin said, his gaze cold as he watched the Puppets flying towards them.
"Yes!" Yang Xuan exclaimed, slashing out a wave of Azure Sword Qi. With a clang, it struck one of the Puppets, sending a shower of sparks flying, but the Puppet merely staggered and immediately lunged forward again.
Seeing this, Spirit and Form and the others felt a chill. Yang Xuan was a powerful Sixth Level of Transformation Realm expert, yet he had only managed to push the Puppet back half a step. This was truly terrifying. They quickly huddled together, employing their life-saving techniques to resist the Puppets.
"Protect Zhao Ling," Zhao Kuangyin said solemnly to Zhao Ling beside him.
"Mm." Zhao Ling had only just broken through to the fifth level; any one of these Puppets could easily kill her. This made Zhao Kuangyin worry, as even with his strength, he could only manage to protect himself in front of these Puppets.
Clang! Bang! Hiss!
In an instant, the air was filled with the sounds of clashing weapons. Blade Qi and Zongheng surged forth, sword energy swept across, palm winds roared, and fist winds were fierce. The surrounding air was thick with Primordial Energy, terrifyingly powerful. Although there were originally thirty-one human experts barely able to face thirty-six Puppets, one had already died in the first clash.
This increased the pressure on the humans significantly. To survive, they all huddled together. However, there was one exception: Dalai Er faced multiple Puppets alone. As a Half-Step Nirvana Realm Expert, his attacks caused immense damage with just a wave of his hand.
In the blink of an eye, he shattered five Puppets.
Bang!
Dalai Er's expression was grim as he reached out into the void and forcibly grasped one Puppet in his hand. With a crunching sound, it was reduced to dust.
"Do you still want to hold back your strength?" Dalai Er waved his hand, sending a large amount of Puppet materials flying like a storm, raining down on the approaching Puppets. He turned to Wang Yi, who was resisting alongside Zhao Kuangyin and others, and said angrily.
"Old Ghost, let's each take down one Silver-Eyed Puppet," Wang Yi said calmly as he looked at one Silver-Eyed Puppet.
"Alright," Dalai Er replied. A glint flashed in his eyes as he moved like a streak of light to intercept a Silver-Eyed Puppet charging towards them. With a punch, he forcefully sent the Silver-Eyed Puppet retreating ten zhang away. As it fell back, it carved out a three-foot-deep trench in the ground, sending rocks flying everywhere.
At the same time, Wang Yi also moved, intercepting a Silver-Eyed Puppet. In the moment his palm opened, the Cloud Manipulation Palm was unleashed, and the heavy force of stagnation caused the Silver-Eyed Puppet to stop immediately in its tracks. Although it was just a brief moment, it was enough for Wang Yi. With a swift motion, the Sword of Slaughter tore through the air and struck down directly from above the Silver-Eyed Puppet's head.
"Crack!"
With a sharp sound of Gold Iron, the Sword of Slaughter proved to be indestructible, cleaving the Silver-Eyed Puppet in half.
Meanwhile, Dalai Er also dealt with another Silver-Eyed Puppet. However, his method was more straightforward than Wang Yi's. He slowly extended his index finger and pointed at the Silver-Eyed Puppet's silver eyes. Instantly, a blinding beam of light shot into the latter's eyes like lightning, followed by a loud crash as the Silver-Eyed Puppet collapsed to the ground.
With both Silver-Eyed Puppets defeated, the pressure on everyone significantly decreased. The gazes directed at Wang Yi and Dalai Er were filled with awe. However, Wang Yi noticed a hint of killing intent in Wanyan Qing's eyes. Yet he paid it no mind; such waste could be eliminated with a single move.
"Child, it seems your strength has improved quite a bit!" Dalai Er stood in the square, his clothes billowing without wind as he looked at Wang Yi with an indifferent gaze and murmured, "This child’s talent is indeed extraordinary; he has broken through a level in such a short time."
"Likewise," Wang Yi replied.
"Rest assured, as long as he hasn't truly broken through Gaze of the Abyss, he won't be able to see your true cultivation level," Fire Spirit said confidently. "If he could see through it, then I wouldn't need to live anymore."
Upon hearing this, Wang Yi felt relieved.
"Ha!"
Aburu's strength was also remarkable as he sliced through a Puppet with a single sword strike.
Wang Yi and Dalai Er exchanged glances and both focused on the Puppets to begin their elimination.
The strength of these Puppets was comparable to Transcendent Realm Fifth Layer Warriors, but for Wang Yi now, they posed no threat. With a wave of his hand, he crushed two Puppets into dust.
"Ling'er."
At that moment, a Puppet forced Zhao Kuangyin back, then swung its iron fist towards Zhao Ling, its cold bloodshot eyes devoid of emotion, ruthlessly striking.
"Whoosh!"
The Puppet's punch created a sonic boom in the air.
"Ah!"
For the first time, Zhao Ling felt the breath of death so close to her. Under the overwhelming force of the punch, her delicate face was filled with shock, and her icy beautiful eyes revealed fear, like a startled rabbit, she cried out.
Just as time seemed to slow down, in that instant, Zhao Ling suddenly felt herself tightly embraced by a powerful figure, rapidly retreating. Her beautiful eyes widened as she looked up and saw: "Wang Yi."
"Hmph."
Wang Yi snorted coldly and threw a punch that landed solidly on the Puppet's head, shattering it into pieces as it fell to the ground.
Zhao Ling stared blankly at the black-haired Wang Yi, inhaling the strong masculine scent around her. Her cheeks instantly flushed red as she buried her head into Wang Yi's sturdy chest. A feeling she had never experienced before arose in her heart; this sensation was familiar yet strange, as she had only felt it from her father, Zhao Kuangyin.
Familiar was this feeling; strange was that the one holding her was not her father but another man.
"Princess, are you alright?"
As Wang Yi landed on the ground and looked down, he saw Zhao Ling's delicate arms tightly wrapped around his waist, her head resting on his chest, revealing her flushed Jade Cheek. Inhaling the alluring fragrance from her, Wang Yi felt his heart stir. He quickly shook off this feeling; he could not deny that Zhao Ling was an exceptionally beautiful woman, but he would never take advantage of someone in danger.
"Ah!" Zhao Ling paused for a moment upon hearing this. She raised her delicate head to look into Wang Yi's bright eyes, her cheeks reddening even more as she softly said, "Thank you for saving my life, Young Master Wang."
"Ling'er, are you alright?"
At this moment, Zhao Kuangyin rushed over, looking at Zhao Ling, who was leaning against Wang Yi's chest, and asked nervously.
"Father, I'm fine." Upon hearing this, Zhao Ling's jade-like face turned even redder, resembling a ripe apple that seemed ready to drip with juice. Seeing Zhao Kuangyin approach, she hurriedly released Wang Yi, adjusted her clothing and somewhat disheveled hair, glanced at Wang Yi, and lowered her head to say, "Young Master Wang saved me."
"Thank you, Lord Wang." Zhao Kuangyin was taken aback by his daughter's blushing face, a sight he hadn't seen in over a decade. He sighed as he looked at Wang Yi.
"Brother Zhao, no need to be polite." Wang Yi waved his hand.
"Let's go."
At this moment, it was clear that the Puppet had been dealt with by everyone. Dalai Er said in a deep voice.
"Princess, are you alright?" Wanyan Qing rushed over. A glint of killing intent flashed in his eyes as he looked at Wang Yi, then he turned his attention to Zhao Ling with a concerned expression and asked.
"Wanyan Crown Prince, please." Seeing that his daughter was unwilling to speak with Wanyan Qing, Zhao Kuangyin waved his hand.
Wanyan Qing's face shifted between green and white before he snorted lightly and hurriedly followed the experts from the Jin Kingdom.
"Lord Wang." Yang Xuan and others also stepped forward.
"Let's go too!" Wang Yi surveyed the group and saw that no one was injured before waving his hand.
Then everyone continued onward.
The experts from the Jin Kingdom walked ahead under Dalai Er's lead.
Before long, the experts from the Jin Kingdom suddenly stopped in their tracks.
Wang Yi's gaze flickered, and he looked far ahead, only to see a vast expanse of white mist; apart from that, there was nothing around.
"This..." Xueyang and the others were puzzled and did not dare to step forward.
"Everyone step aside," Dalai Er waved his hand, and the experts from Jin Kingdom moved aside on their own.
Dalai Er stood alone before the white misty void, his clothes rustling in the wind, staring directly at this emptiness without saying a word, as if deep in thought.
"A barrier," Fire Spirit said in a low voice. "It seems that the Ancient Storm Secret Realm is very likely a place of Ancient powerhouses; otherwise, there wouldn't be high-level Puppets and barriers appearing. There are many dangers within this place, Prince, be cautious."
"How do we break this barrier?" Wang Yi furrowed his brow and asked.
"This barrier is a type of defensive barrier. It can be forcefully broken or you can find the origin point of the barrier to break it," Fire Spirit explained. "The former method is the simplest but consumes a lot of Primordial Energy. The latter requires a deep understanding of the barrier; otherwise, you can only break it by brute force."
At this moment, Dalai Er let out a light snort and said, "This is an Ancient barrier. I cannot find any method to break it, so we can only rely on brute force. You and I will work together to break this barrier."
Upon hearing this, Wang Yi pondered for a moment before stepping forward. He gazed at the white space and used his Soul Power to probe into it, only to immediately feel a repulsive force that bounced his soul back.
"Useless. I have already looked and found no origin point for this barrier," Dalai Er said expressionlessly. "However, your soul is quite powerful; it is comparable to a Transcendence Realm Ninth Level warrior."
"Let's begin!" Wang Yi said calmly and straightforwardly.
Dalai Er chuckled and turned to the experts from Jin Kingdom, saying, "You all step aside."
"Understood."
The experts from Jin Kingdom did not dare to defy Dalai Er's words and immediately retreated a hundred feet back.
Yang Xuan and the others exchanged glances and retreated.
"Child, don't try to play tricks on me. If you don't give it your all, don't blame me for being rude," Dalai Er said coldly, staring at Wang Yi word by word.
"Cut the nonsense. Do you want to go in or not?" Wang Yi asked coldly.
Dalai Er snorted and shouted, a surge of powerful energy emanating from him. He raised his right fist, and the air crackled with thunderous sounds as a blazing light erupted from the tip of his fist. He shouted, "Yang Fist!" Before his voice faded, a circular golden fist shadow shot through the air, fiercely crashing into the white expanse.
"Rumbling!"
The power of the fist shadow was immense, tearing through space with continuous thunder.
Almost simultaneously, Wang Yi swiftly drew the Sword of Slaughter into his hand. Vital Energy surged within him, infusing into the Sword of Slaughter and emanating a thick aura of slaughter.
"Clang!"
The Sword of Slaughter emitted a clear sound, and then under Wang Yi's soft shout, it transformed into a blood-red streak that slashed toward the white expanse. The air was torn apart like a curtain of rain by the Slaughtering Sword Qi, creating a series of crackling sounds as it passed through. He only used seventy percent of his strength for this strike to prevent Dalai Er from noticing his true cultivation level.
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