"Heh, you really have no shame behind that mask, displaying your confidence to the fullest."
Wan Yunting couldn't help but laugh. He rolled his eyes at the Main God, speechless, then said coldly, "I've told you, it's absolutely impossible for me to hand over the Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate!"
The Main God's eyes behind the mask instantly turned sharp and cold. "Foolish boy, then I can only kill them and take you back to be imprisoned for life."
Wan Yunting's eyes widened, and he twisted the Serpent Sword in his right hand. He coldly commanded Zhang Xian'er and Zi Qing beside him, "I'll hold him off, you two hurry and leave..."
Before his words even finished, Wan Yunting dashed forward. He stomped his right foot, leaping over three meters into the air. His internal energy circulated to the Serpent Sword in his hand, and he unleashed the "Sweeping Thousand Armies" from the Great Dao Sword Technique, sending invisible sword energy sweeping towards the Main God before him...
Bang bang...
The powerful sword energy blasted shallow pits in the sand in front of the Main God. With a clear shout from the Main God, he didn't even need to use his hands. He struck at the airborne Wan Yunting with his gloved left palm...
"Hey, be careful..."
Zhang Xian'er, who had just reacted, didn't choose to flee. She charged forward with the Qingping Sword, swinging her sword to block the hidden force of the Main God's palm for Wan Yunting. This made Wan Yunting stare, and he immediately saw Zi Qing rushing forward with her long sword, attacking the Main God together with Zhang Xian'er...
Seeing that she couldn't persuade the two of them to leave, Wan Yunting could only wield his sword and confront the Main God together. The three attacked in a pincer movement, engaging in a fierce battle with the Main God. The clang of metal against metal echoed, sparks flew from the collisions, and sword energy and qi whizzed through the air, stirring up sand and dust. The scene was exceptionally intense...
This left Jiang Wenhao, Fierce Tiger, Savage Dragon, and the others on the ship dumbfounded, staring at the scene in disbelief, as if they were watching a movie...
Ji Ruxue, who had already boarded the ship, widened her alluring eyes. Staring at the fierce battle between Wan Yunting and the Main God on the beach, despite her injuries, she couldn't help but leap out and land on the sand. Holding her serpent whip, she also joined the fray, lashing out her incredibly sharp serpent whip at the Main God...
The masked Main God's eyes were sharp. His gloved left hand grabbed the serpent whip, and his right hand, holding a saber, slashed out, forcing back the attacks of Wan Yunting and Zhang Xian'er. Then, the Main God suddenly swung his left hand, and Ji Ruxue let out a muffled groan as she was flung away, falling onto the sand...
Wan Yunting, forced back, glanced at Ji Ruxue, who had fallen some distance away and was struggling to get up. Her alluring eyes were filled with fierce coldness, and she once again charged at the Main God with her serpent whip...
"Ah...!"
Zhang Xian'er let out a tragic cry. The Qingping Sword flew out of her hand, and she was struck by the Main God's palm, sent flying far away onto the sand. Her small face changed, and clutching her right chest, she spat out a mouthful of blood...
"Xian'er..."
Wan Yunting shouted anxiously. Before he could turn his head, Zi Qing was also sliced flying by the Main God's saber. Her long sword was broken, and a piece of it even pierced her left shoulder. She flew far away and landed in the sand with a splash, her pretty face deathly pale, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth...
Seeing this, Wan Yunting's eyes widened, and his heart filled with urgency. He quickly turned his head and shouted to Jiang Wenhao and the others on the ship, "Take them away..."
Jiang Wenhao, Fierce Tiger, and Savage Dragon all came down and quickly took the injured Zhang Xian'er and Zi Qing onto the ship. Wan Yunting and Ji Ruxue charged towards the Main God to hold him off, but Jiang Wenhao shouted anxiously, "Teacher..."
"Don't worry about me, you guys hurry and leave..."
Wan Yunting shouted, knowing that they were no match for the Main God. Now, all they could do was save whoever they could. His heart burning with rage, he constantly circulated the internal energy from his dantian, holding the Serpent Sword and unleashing the most powerful thrust of the Great Dao Sword Technique towards the Main God. kanδん
Clang!
With a metallic sound, Wan Yunting's Serpent Sword was blocked ten centimeters from the Main God's body. A golden light flashed, visible to the naked eye – it was the Shaolin Sect's Golden Bell Shield.
Wan Yunting's eyes widened sharply. He never expected this terrifying Main God to know Shaolin martial arts, which made him grit his teeth and roar. Powerful internal energy erupted from him, stirring up the sand beneath his feet and scattering it...
Wan Yunting's Serpent Sword in his right hand further unleashed a sharp sword aura, which actually pierced the Main God's Golden Bell Shield, causing cracks to appear...
This scene caused a flicker of surprise in the masked Main God's eyes. He said, "Boy, if you were given another twenty years, you might truly be able to catch up to me. It's a pity, you're still too green right now!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Main God let out a cold snort, and a terrifying aura exploded, causing Wan Yunting's expression to change drastically. The Serpent Sword in his hand shattered inch by inch, and he was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, his face scratched by the broken sword fragments, and he spat out a mouthful of blood...
With a bang, Wan Yunting fell far onto the sand. Clutching his chest, he let out another mouthful of blood. His internal energy was in turmoil, chaotic and disoriented, his mind a blank, his vision blurred...
"Teacher..."
"Brother Wan..."
Seeing this, Jiang Wenhao and the others on the ship cried out in terror and rushed down...
Zhang Xian'er and Zi Qing watched with worried expressions and wanted to disembark, but they were powerless to do so...
Ji Ruxue roared and slashed her serpent whip at the Main God, but he severed the whip with one saber strike, and with another, he directly swept Ji Ruxue away. Her chest clothes split open, blood splattered out, and accompanied by vomiting blood, she fell with a splash not far from Wan Yunting...
In an instant, Ji Ruxue's delicate body trembled, a severe wound on her chest, her blood soaking through her bright red long dress. Her alluring eyes were wide open, and she coughed up blood continuously, her entire being on the verge of death...
Wan Yunting, who had recovered slightly, looked at this scene with an inexplicable sadness in his heart. He turned his head, his eyes glaring at the Main God approaching with his saber, and struggled to get up. However, his weakened body caused him to fall back to his knees on the sand, coughing and spitting blood incessantly...
It was evident that the Main God's internal force strike had further damaged Wan Yunting's internal organs, causing severe internal injuries, rendering him completely incapable of fighting...
"Wenhao, quickly take Brother Wan and go first, we'll hold them off..."
Fierce Tiger and Savage Dragon, who rushed over, fired their shotguns at the Main God...
The buckshot from the shotguns was blocked by the Main God's saber with a clanging sound, unable to harm him in the slightest...
Jiang Wenhao and the others dragged the weakened Wan Yunting towards the ship. Seeing that even the shotguns couldn't harm the Main God, Fierce Tiger and Savage Dragon roared, drew their machetes, and charged at the Main God...
Swish swish!
As a result, the Main God's two saber strikes directly decapitated Fierce Tiger and Savage Dragon, who knew nothing of martial arts...
"Fierce Tiger... Savage Dragon...!"
Seeing this, Wan Yunting's eyes widened, and he cried out in grief. Watching the headless bodies of Fierce Tiger and Savage Dragon kneel on the sand, the scene of blood spraying completely ignited Wan Yunting's hatred...
"Teacher, hurry and go..."
Jiang Wenhao ignored everything else and tightly pulled Wan Yunting towards the ship...
But how could the Main God let him take Wan Yunting? He leaped forward, intending to kill Jiang Wenhao with a saber strike...
Suddenly, a colossal creature leaped out of the sea – it was the giant snake Hong Ti La. It opened its massive maw and lunged at the Main God in the air. Clearly, it had been hiding in the sea, waiting for this moment to exact revenge for its tooth being severed by the Main God earlier...
As a result, the Main God let out a cold snort and swung his saber in return, severing the giant snake Hong Ti La's other fang. It let out a pained hiss, and its massive body fell into the sea, creating large waves that rocked the nearby pleasure boat, preventing Jiang Wenhao and the others from taking Wan Yunting aboard...
"Wan Yunting, you have no escape!"
The Main God continued to advance with his saber, saying coldly, "Go with me, and I will spare them. Otherwise, you will all die!"
Wan Yunting's face was filled with grief and indignation. His eyes glared fiercely at the approaching Main God, looking at the headless corpses of Fierce Tiger and Savage Dragon lying on the sand behind him, which pushed Wan Yunting's inner hatred to its peak...
But Jiang Wenhao beside him, as well as Zhang Xian'er and Zi Qing on the ship, were all innocent. If they were to lose their lives for him again, Wan Yunting would never forgive himself, nor did he want to witness such a scene...
"I..."
"If you want to kill my disciple, you must first ask if I agree!"
Just as Wan Yunting was about to agree to go with the Main God, an old voice suddenly came from behind him.
Zhang Xian'er on the ship's peach blossom eyes instantly lit up. She quickly scrambled up and looked back towards the sea horizon. She saw an old man wearing a gray robe, not tall, with white hair tied in a Daoist bun, revealing a wrinkled old face and a pair of deep, bright old eyes. This elder looked very ordinary, with no trace of internal energy fluctuation, but he stood with his hands behind his back on a small wooden boat, leisurely approaching... kanδん
"Old man, why are you here?"
Zhang Xian'er leaned over the railing at the stern of the ship, her small face blooming with excitement as she saw her master approaching by boat...
"Dead girl, will it kill you to call me Master?" The old man was none other than the Old Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain, and Zhang Xian'er's master.
"Heh heh, hurry up and get on. That guy who's playing God hurt me, it really hurts..." Seeing her master appear, Zhang Xian'er was overjoyed.
The Old Celestial Master applied a slight force to his feet, and his entire body leaped into the air. He flew up and landed slowly beside Zhang Xian'er. His old eyes glanced at her, and he immediately snorted, "You hurt my disciple, this debt must be settled."
"That's right, you have to beat that guy who's playing God until he shits his pants and runs away."
A happy Zhang Xian'er went up, linked her arm with the Old Celestial Master's old arm, and then pointed at the Main God standing on the pier, shouting, "Old man, he's the one bullying us..."
Seeing the Main God, the Old Celestial Master's greying eyebrows twitched. He chuckled, "Beat him until he shits his pants and runs away? I'm afraid your master can't do that!"
Zhang Xian'er's small face froze, and she looked sideways at the Old Celestial Master. "No way, old man. Don't you always brag about being invincible? How can you not beat him?"
The Old Celestial Master pointed at the Main God and said helplessly, "This old immortal has lived longer than I have. I couldn't beat him back then, and I certainly can't beat him now!"
These words angered Zhang Xian'er. She pouted and huffed, "Then why did you come?"
The Old Celestial Master stroked his white beard and said with a smile, "Although I can't beat him, I can still hold him off and let you all leave."
The Main God looked at the Old Celestial Master on the ship and chuckled, "So it's you, old man. I was just talking about you earlier. I didn't expect you would dare to come again."
The Old Celestial Master cupped his hands and bowed slightly to the Main God from the boat, smiling, "Main God, it's been many years. Why are you wearing a mask to show yourself now? Could it be that the battle back then ruined your appearance, and you don't dare to show your face anymore?"
"Hmph."
Reminded by the Old Celestial Master of the past battle concerning the fate of the Tianyan Main God Cult, when he was besieged by the strong practitioners of the various martial arts sects, the Main God couldn't help but get angry. "I will personally return to China to settle the score from that battle!"
"However, since you old man are here today, I'll start by settling accounts with you."