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Ten Thunder Master Level experts!
Perhaps if it were just one Thunder Master Level expert, Sun Zhe and the others could easily handle it. However, they were not facing a single Thunder Master Level expert, but rather a full ten of them, all elite individuals who had emerged from that major reshuffle. The ones qualified to enter the Northern Mang Secret Realm were the elite disciples from various Sect, and those who survived that massacre were truly the cream of the crop. None of these ten were weaklings!
As all ten launched their attacks simultaneously, a terrifying aura surged forth, creating a wave of energy that swept through the entire forest. Leaves and dead branches flew into the air, and Void erupted with overwhelming Killing Intent. Countless beasts fled in panic, and at this moment, even those who had just entered the Realm of Thunder Sovereign dared not test their might against the combined force of ten.
"Choose a direction to break through!" A cold glint flashed in Sun Zhe's eyes as his expression darkened. Yet, in this perilous moment, he found himself surprisingly calm. Scanning his surroundings, he quickly made a decision: at this point, every escapee counted; staying together would only drag them down.
"Alright!" Zhao Ang and Shen Yan were not ones to hesitate and immediately reacted.
At some point, a crimson-gold steel whip appeared in Zhao Ang's hand. Infused with powerful Thunder Spirit Power, the whip instantly shone with dazzling light. Like a fierce tiger descending a mountain, Zhao Ang flashed forward, breaking through towards the direction where the members of Crimson Thunder Hall were located.
The whip shimmered with purple-gold light, making it difficult to look directly at it. Under Zhao Ang's wielding, it unleashed terrifying power. One disciple from Crimson Thunder Hall had yet to react when Zhao Ang struck down with the whip. The disciple raised his long sword to block, but his blue steel sword was shattered by the golden whip. He spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered back several steps, his face pale.
"Damn it! Who dares to block This Young Master?" In the face of life-and-death danger, Zhao Ang went wild, shouting as he charged forward.
"Zhao Ang, you’re seeking death!" A thunderous roar came from the beast-like Kuangba, who charged at Zhao Ang. Initially reluctant to engage in what was supposed to be a ten-on-three situation, seeing Zhao Ang severely injure his fellow disciple erased any trace of shame from his mind. With eyes wide open in fury, he charged at Zhao Ang, resembling a wrathful deity.
At that moment when Zhao Ang broke through, Shen Yan did not hesitate either. She knew this was not the time for tenderness; her delicate feet moved swiftly, creating an illusion as she also broke towards the west. However, before she could escape the encirclement, two disciples from Aohumen blocked her path, and they immediately engaged in battle.
"Hmph! How could I, Sun Zhe, be so easily killed!"
With killing intent flashing in his eyes and an icy demeanor, Sun Zhe unleashed an astonishing purple glow from the right hand holding his Long Sword. Accompanied by flickering black Sword Aura, a vortex of energy erupted around the sword as if enveloped by a massive purple Blade Sheath.
The sword was seven feet long yet radiated overwhelming Killing Intent.
The two Inner Sect Disciples of the Xuan Lei Sect rushed in first, each wielding a Fine Iron long sword. The slender sword blades resembled two ravenous black dots, seemingly locking onto Sun Zhe's heart and throat like the grim reaper himself. Although the swords had not yet reached him, the chilling aura of death had already seeped into Sun Zhe's space.
"Hmph!" Even though they were once fellow disciples, they were now mortal enemies. Sun Zhe's eyes held no trace of pity or fear; instead, they were filled with a cold killing intent. He swung his arm forward with all his might, tracing a half-circle as the Black Long Knife descended upon the two, while a massive Purple Light Blade surged toward them.
The Sword Aura collided with the sword blades, causing their direction to be deflected. At that moment, Sun Zhe darted out, employing Mysterious Steps and pushing the Ninefold Shadow technique to its limits. Seven identical figures of Sun Zhe instantly materialized. The two disciples stared in shock at the sight before them—seven identical "Sun Zhes," and they could not discern which one was the real Sun Zhe!
But at that moment, a gigantic Sword Aura came crashing down toward them, its overwhelming presence stirring up a fierce wind.
"Poof! Poof!"
After all, the two were Thunder Master Level experts. In their haste, they managed to raise their long swords to protect their chests, narrowly blocking Sun Zhe's lethal strike. However, their internal energy surged chaotically, and they spat out mouthfuls of blood, retreating several steps in quick succession.
Facing two opponents alone, Sun Zhe achieved an overwhelming victory. His strength was evident; as a Four-Star Thunder Master, he swept through without anyone able to stop him!
"Sun Zhe, come and take your life!" A furious roar erupted as Aoye charged forward. He harbored deep-seated hatred for Sun Zhe and wasted no time on words. He unleashed a sweeping Sword Aura that fell like a fine drizzle, countless green Sword Auras enveloping Sun Zhe.
This was precisely the technique known as Three Thousand Sword Auras. However, Aoye was no longer comparable to his former self; he had not only increased his cultivation but also mastered this Martial Arts technique to perfection. When he unleashed it again, the power far surpassed that of his previous attempt. Even Sun Zhe could not help but show a hint of seriousness.
Having just repelled the two Xuan Lei Sect disciples, Sun Zhe's Thunder Spirit Power was still somewhat unstable. Yet at this moment, he could not afford to hesitate. Facing Aoye's deadly strike, Sun Zhe swung his Long Sword without hesitation, unleashing terrifying Sword Auras that soared into the sky and directly slashed at the incoming curtain of swords.
Just then, an intense feeling of danger surged in Sun Zhe's heart. Without a moment's thought—his body reacted faster than his mind—Sun Zhe immediately turned left as an eerie black light flashed past his chest as if it had appeared out of thin air without leaving a trace.
His clothing tore apart instantly, revealing five distinct claw marks on his chest. Bright red blood slowly oozed from the wounds, and the icy pain sharply stimulated Sun Zhe's senses. If he hadn't dodged just in time moments ago, he would have surely met with a fatal end.
Tong Yuan!
It was indeed Tong Yuan, the Blind Man from Aohumen. Sun Zhe did not expect him to launch a sneak attack at this moment, and he had almost perfected the timing for a lethal strike!
At this moment, the two Inner Sect Disciples of the Xuan Lei Sect surrounded him again, not waiting for Sun Zhe to counterattack. The four of them unleashed their Martial Arts simultaneously; two gleaming long swords stabbed directly at his back, a brilliant sword curtain of azure light enveloped above him, and bizarrely flickering black claws lunged for his vital points. Every move they made was deadly!
“Ah…”
With a long howl, the violent Thunder Spirit Power erupted from within him, radiating a dazzling Purple Radiance. Even the shocking wound on his chest was concealed by the Purple Radiance, transforming him into a bolt of lightning. His eyes emitted overwhelming battle intent, and an astonishing aura instantly broke through the encirclement of the others, soaring towards the sky.
Gripping his blade with both hands, the energy Cyclone on the blade expanded to its limit. He slashed downwards, and the Sword Aura that burst forth from the blade flickered in intensity, almost reaching the Third Realm of the Four Realms of Swordsmanship, “Light and Heavy at Will.” A shocking energy flickered within the Sword Aura, appearing bizarre to an extreme.
The Giant Blade fell, instantly shattering Aoye's sword curtain, and the massive blade light dissipated in an instant. Sun Zhe did not stop; killing intent surged in his eyes as he tilted his body, allowing the black iron claws to grip his left shoulder. Bright red blood flowed down his shoulder, and piercing pain surged from within. The expression on Sun Zhe's face twisted into a fierce grimace.
“Die!”
With a furious roar, he swung his blade horizontally. The terrifying Sword Aura swept directly towards the two Inner Sect Disciples. How could the already injured duo withstand this full-force strike again? Their long swords flew out of their hands in an instant, and the Sword Aura pierced through them. In moments, the light in their eyes gradually faded, and their bodies fell straight down.
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