Looking at the crowd around him, Wang Baole's expression was cold and calm. His eyes were unruffled. It was as if he no longer cared about the threat of death.
He didn't care about the Five Generation Sky Clan cultivators before him. Even if he didn't use his Dharmic Armament, even if he was severely injured, it wouldn't be difficult to kill them in a battle to the death. The only one he was truly wary of was the Foundation Establishment realm cultivator from before!
That person had obviously suffered a loss and didn't want Ye Futian to come here. That was why he had sent these True Breath realm cultivators to exhaust Ye Futian and test his strength. Ye Futian guessed that this person must be lurking around, eyeing Ye Futian covetously.
"From the looks of it, they don't know that the Mystic Trace Fog will form here …" Wang Baole narrowed his eyes. He wasn't too surprised by this. In fact, he knew very well that there shouldn't be many people who would teleport here and there in the Mystic Trace Fog as if they were courting death.
"In that case, stalling for time is the best option for me now …" Wang Baole made up his mind. The backlash from the seventh-grade Dharmic Armament was simply too great. He had barely managed to suppress it. He didn't want to use it a second time unless he had no other choice.
Just like that, time trickled by. Soon, thirty breaths had passed. The atmosphere around them grew increasingly oppressive. The Five Generation Sky Clan cultivators were slowly getting restless.
Wang Baole's stance with the Dharmic Armament saber was filled with the aura of a god of war. The black storm and the crocodiles that flickered in and out of the storm were all part of the background, becoming part of Wang Baole's aura …
However, such a standoff wasn't a solution. Gradually, the breathing of the dozen or so people in the surroundings changed, and a murderous look appeared in their eyes. That was especially so for those who were more daring. They started to walk towards Wang Baole, growling.
"Everyone, let's attack together! This Wang Baole is just one person after all!"
As they spoke, three people dashed out and stepped into the circle. Murderous intent flashed in the eyes of the others as well. They followed suit and dashed into the circle, unleashing their spells and Numinous Treasures. In an instant, colorful lights bombarded Wang Baole, who was in the circle.
However, as soon as the first three people entered the circle, Wang Baole's murderous aura flared up. He leaped forward, moving like a bolt of lightning. He didn't use his battle saber, but rather, clenched his left hand into a fist. He used all the power he could muster, even ignoring the backlash from the injuries he had sustained as he punched out!
The Supernova exploded in an instant, forming a vortex that tore through everything. It collided with the three Five Generation Sky Clan cultivators. No matter how hard they tried to resist, it was futile. There was a loud boom, and the three of them coughed up blood. As their bodies flew backward, Wang Baole's storage bracelet flashed, and three flying swords shot out, piercing through the three cultivators' foreheads in an instant!
Thud! Thud! The corpses of the three cultivators landed outside the circle. This scene took a long time to describe, but it all happened in an instant. The others were about to attack in shock, but when Wang Baole turned his head, brimming with murderous aura, all of them were shaken to the core. They immediately retreated outside the circle, not daring to enter it.
"Those who enter the circle, die!" Wang Baole suppressed the churning Qi and blood in his body, not revealing a single bit. He even swallowed the blood in his mouth without revealing anything. Only then did he speak calmly. The stench of blood all around and the murderous aura emanating from his body made Wang Baole's second statement even more frightening than before.
Under this threat, the people around him instinctively took a few more steps back. When they looked at Wang Baole, there was fear in their eyes. They had never seen such a freakishly powerful person who was also at the peak of the True Breath realm.
Some of them even noticed the battle saber in Wang Baole's hand, but they didn't have time to think too much about it.
Seeing that the crowd had retreated, Wang Baole narrowed his eyes. It was also at this moment that the Mystic Trace Fog started to gather silently in a place where no one could see it. After sensing the teleportation intent behind him, Wang Baole casually took a step back, then another step back. The hand holding the battle saber tightened its grip.
At this moment, in the forest not far away, Zhou Fei stared intently at the battle in front of him. He slowly frowned. The weakness of the True Breath realm cultivators really made him unhappy.
"A bunch of trash! But why is this Wang Baole trapping himself here? " Zhou Fei's eyes were filled with doubt. He instinctively felt that he couldn't delay for too long, so he snorted coldly and raised his right hand. Just as he was about to cast a spell in the air, he suddenly felt that something was wrong. He jerked his head to the side and immediately saw a wisp of fog rapidly gathering not far away from him.
This fog stunned him for a moment, but his expression quickly changed.
"Mystic Trace Fog! Damn it, he knows that there's Mystic Trace Fog here and wants to escape! You bunch of trash, what are you waiting for? Stop him! " Zhou Fei roared. He couldn't be bothered to continue hiding. In his anxiety, he suddenly charged out. With a burst of speed, he went straight for the retreating Wang Baole.
As for the Five Generation Sky Clan cultivators, under Zhou Fei's furious roar, all of them braced themselves and charged into the circle, heading straight for Wang Baole.
But the moment they entered the circle, all of them suddenly widened their eyes. Their bodies trembled, and strange expressions appeared on their faces. Soon, all of them couldn't help but try to scratch an itch with their hands …
They didn't know why either. They had been fine before, but suddenly, their arms, backs, and thighs all felt the same intense itch in different parts of their bodies. The feeling was indescribable. It was so itchy that it was unbearable. They instinctively tried to scratch the itch.
But just as they were scratching the itch, Wang Baole suddenly raised his left hand. An arc of lightning shot out, spreading in all directions. The instant it exploded on the cultivators' bodies, lightning swords formed by lightning bolts whizzing out.
In an instant, the lightning bolts pierced through the glabella of two of them. The remaining seven to eight Five Generation Sky Clan cultivators around them were immediately filled with fear. It was at that moment that Zhou Fei roared furiously. He charged into the circle and appeared behind the seven to eight Five Generation Sky Clan cultivators. He kicked them, causing them to spit out blood. They couldn't retreat. Zhou Fei used them as weapons and kicked them in the direction of Wang Baole!
Then, he charged at Wang Baole with a murderous and greedy aura!
"Die for me!" He roared and formed hand seals with both hands. Immediately, two balls of black fog materialized on either side of him. They transformed into two huge black hands that grabbed at Wang Baole.
Seeing how cruel his opponent was, ignoring his fellow clan members and using their bodies as weapons to stop him, Wang Baole's eyes flashed coldly. He raised his left hand and pressed it against the ground. As he pressed his hand down, electromagnetic forces erupted. Instantly, arcs of lightning appeared on the ground all around him. The entire area seemed to have turned into a field of lightning!
That wasn't the end of it. The arcs of lightning shot out from the ground and fused together in mid-air, forming swords of lightning. They crisscrossed and formed a net of lightning swords. Thunderous booms filled the air, blocking the Five Generation Sky Clan cultivators who were being kicked in the direction of Zhou Fei.
Then, Wang Baole suddenly retreated. One of his feet had already stepped into the Mystic Trace Fog behind him. He was about to be teleported away, but Zhou Fei wasn't about to let him go.
At that moment, he was filled with regret. He hated himself for being too cautious. He shouldn't have allowed his men to exhaust him. Instead, he had risked serious injuries to kill Wang Baole.
When he noticed the fog behind Wang Baole hidden in the black storm, he roared in a frenzy. He raised his right hand and slapped his forehead. Instantly, three shadows of his previous life appeared behind him. However, they shattered instantly, turning into black fog that surged into his body. They turned into black marks that covered his entire body.
This secret technique allowed him to gain a short burst of power. Zhou Fei charged forward with a ferocious expression. His speed was twice as fast as before. With a loud boom, he pierced through the net of lightning. When he reappeared, he was right in front of Wang Baole. His eyes were filled with ferocity as he raised his hand and grabbed at Wang Baole.
However, Wang Baole was already on guard. Even though half of his body was enveloped in fog, he didn't let his guard down. When Zhou Fei neared, he gritted his teeth decisively. Risking another backlash, he swung his right hand at the incoming Zhou Fei. With a roar, he unleashed the power of the seventh-grade Dharmic Armament saber and slashed at the incoming Zhou Fei!
In an instant, the surrounding storm erupted. The black crocodile in the storm roared and whipped its tail. All of this was concentrated on Wang Baole's saber. It collided with the incoming Zhou Fei.
There was a deafening explosion. An indescribable destructive force erupted and swept out in all directions. All the vegetation within a thousand-foot radius was destroyed. The seven or eight injured Five Generation Sky Clan cultivators all blacked out. Their flesh and blood were mangled, and their bodies exploded.
As for Zhou Fei, he spat out a mouthful of blood. He staggered backward until he was more than a thousand feet away. Then, he stomped on the ground with his right foot. When he steadied himself, he spat out another mouthful of blood. His hair was disheveled and his face was pale. When he lifted his head, he saw that Wang Baole was no longer where he had been!
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