Chapter 775: Saving the Day

Bang bang bang!

Ye Chen, who had been sent flying horizontally, crashed through three or four large mountains before plummeting into the void, smashing a deep pit into the ground.

He scrambled up in a wretched state and, without a second thought, turned and ran.

Stay!

Behind him, Ming Wang took a single step forward, his palm blotting out the sky as he pressed down from the air.

Immediately, Ye Chen was forced to stagger, blood spurting from his mouth, his legs bending and trembling as if about to kneel, as though an eight-thousand-zhang-tall mountain was weighing on his shoulders.

"Force me to use my big move!" Ye Chen gritted his teeth, struggling to lift his head and glare at Ming Wang standing in the void.

Tian Zhao!

With a cold shout, invisible ripples spread out from his left eye as the center. In an instant, black flames ignited on Ming Wang's chest in the void.

"This move is useless against me." Ming Wang, who had seen this technique during the Three Sects Grand Competition, paid it no mind as the Tian Zhao flames burned on his chest.

Soon, his body split apart, dividing into two Ming Wangs. The one struck by Tian Zhao was rapidly consumed into nothingness by the flames, while the other remained standing firmly in place.

"What kind of divine ability is this?" Ye Chen stared in shock at Ming Wang, having never seen Tian Zhao countered in such a way before.

"Do you have any other tricks?"

Ming Wang stood in the void, like a sovereign overlooking Ye Chen.

Below, Ye Chen stumbled unsteadily, blood still gushing from his mouth, his head buzzing and throbbing as if it might split open.

The previous night, he had used Tian Zhao once and Tian Dao multiple times, and his Xian Lun Tong Li had not yet recovered. Today, he had forcibly used Tian Dao twice more and Tian Zhao once, on top of his earlier injuries, leaving him in a terrible state.

Boom!

Ming Wang attacked, reaching down from the void with one hand. Perhaps because his palm was so heavy and the pressure immense, the ground cracked open with fissures before it even landed.

But at that moment, the space behind Ye Chen shattered, and a world-shaking sword light suddenly slashed out, cleaving Ming Wang's illusory hand in two.

Startled, Ye Chen quickly turned to look beside him.

There, a figure in white robes slowly emerged, tall and upright, with black hair cascading like a waterfall, eyes as deep as the starry sky, and an aura like a drawn divine sword.

"Du Gu Ao predecessor?" Ye Chen was stunned upon recognizing him.

Du Gu Ao said nothing, merely tilting his head back to gaze at Ming Wang in the void.

"Do you also seek death?"

Du Gu Ao glanced down indifferently, his eyes filled with unyielding authority. Though Du Gu Ao was strong, Ming Wang seemed to regard him as beneath notice.

"With your power, can you kill me?"

"Are you truly tired of living? If so, you won't be going back today."

Ming Wang snorted coldly and struck immediately, sending a massive seal crashing down from the void.

Du Gu Ao showed no fear, charging upward against the heavens, his divine sword ringing out as it split Ming Wang's seal apart once more.

The two rose rapidly, not stopping until they reached the high void.

Boom! Rumble!

Soon, deafening sounds echoed through the heavens and earth.

Their battle was extraordinarily grand.

Du Gu Ao wielded his divine sword with unmatched ferocity, each strike seeming capable of cleaving the heavens and earth.

Ming Wang, on the other hand, was enigmatic and powerful, his divine abilities vast and overwhelming, his aura swallowing the skies as his combat strength faintly surpassed Du Gu Ao's.

"His power even exceeds that of Du Gu Ao predecessor." Ye Chen watched the void intently, his expression grave.

Whoosh!

As Ye Chen concentrated, a figure in white robes appeared at his side—it was his puppet, Zi Xuan.

Seeing Zi Xuan, Ye Chen's eyes lit up, having nearly forgotten about this powerful ally. Her appearance meant she was here to help.

Indeed, without a word, Zi Xuan stepped into the void, using the Suo Di Cheng Cun secret technique to instantly reach Ming Wang and strike him back with a palm.

This drew a flash of shock in Du Gu Ao's eyes—he hadn't even noticed Zi Xuan's approach, and she had repelled Ming Wang with a single palm. How strong must this woman in white be?

Compared to Du Gu Ao, Ming Wang's brow furrowed slightly, his expression tinged with caution. Most notably, he, who typically toyed with the dead, could not detect any life aura from Zi Xuan.

"Who are you?"

Zi Xuan's face was expressionless, showing no emotion, and her response to Ming Wang was merely a simple, crystalline jade hand. Though the palm seemed straightforward, it combined numerous secret techniques and divine abilities.

Ming Wang snorted coldly, his aura surging as he advanced instead of retreating, thrusting out a palm in return.

The two palms clashed, sending both reeling back.

Zheng!

Du Gu Ao charged forward, his sword striking with world-shaking force and leaving a sword wound on Ming Wang's chest. However, Ming Wang's regenerative ability was astonishing, healing the wound in an instant and leaving Du Gu Ao stunned.

"You all deserve to die!"

Ming Wang roared in fury, surging forth with yin sha qi.

In response, Zi Xuan and Du Gu Ao flanked him from left and right, unleashing their supreme divine abilities in a joint assault against Ming Wang.

Bang! Boom! Rumble!

Thunderous explosions resounded again, the three-way battle immense beyond measure. The entire night sky roared, shrouded in divine light, with thunder rampaging and the void collapsing inch by inch.

"Incredible!" Ye Chen stared at the void, his heart unable to calm.

In the past two days, he had been truly humbled—first by Dan Mo, then by Ming Wang, both absolute overlords. Compared to them, his once-proud strength was nothing.

"Though we're only three minor realms apart, the gap in combat power is this vast." Ye Chen murmured to himself, realizing that what he had seen was merely a drop in the ocean.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

As he reflected, Ming Wang, Du Gu Ao, and Zi Xuan plummeted from the void one after another, shattering three mountains.

The battle had come and gone quickly. Though brief, all three had sustained significant injuries. Ming Wang fared better due to his formidable regeneration, but Du Gu Ao and Zi Xuan were in dire straits, especially Du Gu Ao, whose body was covered in bloody wounds.

"One day, I will return to settle this with you."

Ming Wang uttered a cold warning, his form gradually fading into the darkness. Before leaving, he glanced at Ye Chen, his purple eyes gleaming with icy light.

Puff!

As soon as Ming Wang vanished, Du Gu Ao staggered, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Zi Xuan stood like a spear, having reverted to her puppet state, her body twisted and marred with unhealing wounds, clearly suffering greatly.

"Predecessor!"

Ye Chen rushed over, crushing a pill and feeding it into Du Gu Ao's body. Without Du Gu Ao's timely arrival today, he might have been captured by Ming Wang.

"Go!"

Du Gu Ao tore open space, grabbed Ye Chen with one hand, and vanished in an instant.

After the three departed, the void twisted, and three figures cloaked in black appeared: a youth in armor, a white-haired elder, and a purple-haired woman.

"We're too late." The purple-clad woman frowned as she surveyed the ravaged landscape.

"Young master, is it him?" The white-haired elder turned to the armored youth.

"It's almost certainly Ming Wang." The armored youth took a deep breath, a sharp glint flashing in his starry eyes.

"Back then, Zhan Wang Hall had his head severed, yet he's still alive." The purple-clad woman's expression was gravely serious.

"Let's go to the ancestral land." The armored youth turned first. "Before his death, Father was able to foresee Ming Wang's resurrection, so he must have left a way to counter him."