A dangerous aura instantly enveloped Ren Wuming. In the next instant, Hu Zhan, who was as ferocious as a tiger, directly leaped up. Tiger stripes appeared on his body as his right palm directly slammed towards Ren Wuming.
There were no excessive words, no apprehension. Even if the Southern Desolate Prefecture King's Crown Prince Yang Xun was present, and this was the side courtyard of the Prefecture King's Manor, Hu Zhan acted when he wanted to, completely treating Yang Xun as transparent.
His white hair fluttered wildly, ferocious, wild, and full of bestiality. This was the portrayal of this expert from the White Tiger Race. Hu Zhan, who looked like a ferocious tiger, had a ferocious glint in his eyes. When he struck out with his right hand, tiger stripes instantly appeared on his entire palm. A sharp tiger claw shot out from his hand, and the sound of wind instantly rose within the hall.
It wasn't a true white tiger claw, but the ferocious might of the white tiger caused the heavens and earth to tremble. Under the tiger claw, the astral wind was like blades. Before the claw arrived, Ren Wuming already felt as if he was being slashed by thousands of blades.
"Bzz!" The sword energy in Ren Wuming's body circulated. Rays of sword astral formed a dense sword net that coiled around his body, blocking the blade-like astral wind three feet away.
Everyone's expression changed at this moment. Everyone felt an incomparably powerful pressure from Hu Zhan's body.
The tiger claw that rushed out from Hu Zhan's right claw had already become as large as a small mountain, directly slamming down towards Ren Wuming's head. Under the envelopment of the tiger claw, Ren Wuming felt endless pressure, as if a huge mountain was pressing down on him.
The huge tiger claw emitted a terrifying fluctuation that caused people's hearts to palpitate, sealing an area and shaking the heavens and earth. Ren Wuming couldn't help but be shocked. This Hu Zhan was even more terrifying than he had imagined.
He didn't dare to be negligent. His shoulder moved. "Clang!" With a loud sound, a bolt of light shot out from his back and turned into a dazzling sword light that slashed forward.
The metal wind blew, and the sword qi crisscrossed. Under the impact of the cold sword qi, the temperature in the great hall plummeted. Everyone felt a chill invading their bodies.
"Boom!" The huge beast claw and the devastating sword light collided in an instant. Unparalleled sword Qi exploded with a loud rumble, and the power of the claw overflowed in all directions. The ground around Ren Wuming was completely crushed by the energy storm that swept out.
The people from the Three Great Daoist Sects immediately retreated. BOOM! Suddenly, a big hole appeared in the pavilion in the lake. Amidst the billowing dust, the sword light that Ren Wuming had sent out was directly slapped away by the tiger claw. The huge claw shadow also dissipated.
Ren Wuming was sent flying out of the pavilion. He stepped on the surface of the lake and stood on the waves. Although he was forced to retreat by the powerful Hu Zhan, he did not panic. Instead, his battle intent surged.
"The Guangcheng Immortal Sect's Sword Manipulation Art is only so-so!" Hu Zhan was extremely arrogant. His loud voice resounded on the lake. He took a step forward and directly rushed out of the huge hole, arriving on the surface of the lake.
In the great hall, the countenance of Yang Xun, who was seated high up, was extremely unsightly to behold. So what if a pavilion was destroyed? But what he was angry about was Hu Zhan's arrogance, Hu Zhan's arrogance.
After all, this was his, Yang Xun's, place.
"If only I had overwhelming strength …" Yang Xun was filled with hatred. The feeling of being disregarded by others was extremely uncomfortable. He felt very sullen. "You guys can fight, fight to your heart's content. It's best if there are casualties on one side, forming an irreconcilable grudge."
The crown prince of the Jiangling King, Yang Xun, had always been angry with the Southern Desolate Barbarian Race who looked down on the Jiangling King Manor. He wanted nothing more than to make a few powerful enemies for the Southern Desolate Barbarian Race. Hence, when Dongfang Long told him about this brilliant plan, he immediately agreed.
Dongfang Long wanted to borrow the hands of the Southern Desolate Barbarian Race to deal with Gu Fei, while Yang Xun wanted to borrow the power of the Three Great Daoist Sects to suppress the Southern Desolate Barbarian Race. The two of them could be considered to have hit it off and worked together to push this matter forward.
"Swish!" "Swish!" "Swish!"
Silhouettes flashed on the surface of the lake. The elite disciples of the Three Great Daoist Sects and the elites of the Southern Desolate Barbarian Race all appeared on the surface of the lake. Everyone stood on the clear water, staring at Hu Zhan and Ren Wuming from afar.
Under the hazy moonlight, the image of a white tiger was faintly discernible on Hu Zhan's body, emitting an unparalleled ferocious might. Beside Ren Wuming, a lightning-like sword light danced around him, emitting an unparalleled sword Qi.
"Hmph! You dare to look down on my Guangcheng Immortal Sect? I truly want to see what capabilities you have! " Ren Wuming's countenance changed. His eyes stared at Hu Zhan's face, the divine light in his eyes as sharp as swords.
"I want you to lose wholeheartedly!" Hu Zhan laughed hideously and directly punched towards Ren Wuming. The lake water in front of him suddenly sank, and then suddenly there was a monstrous wave. A powerful energy fluctuation that could topple the mountains and overturn the seas instantly exploded. A ferocious tiger image appeared in the wave, roaring as it pounced towards Ren Wuming ferociously.
Hu Zhan of the White Tiger Race was like a ferocious tiger. His entire body emitted an unfathomable ferocious power. The image of the ferocious tiger formed by the lake water was comparable to a real ferocious tiger.
Under that pounce, the entire lake trembled. It had the terrifying might of the Tiger King coming down from the mountain, frightening all the beasts. It was ferocious, overbearing, and indomitable.
"Flying Star Sword!" Ren Wuming shouted loudly. His hand formed a sword sign and pointed forward. "Weng!" A crisp sound of the sword, like the cry of a crane from the Nine Heavens, soared into the sky. The sword-light grew ten feet, and like a meteor streaking across the sky, it shot towards the ferocious tiger that was pouncing towards him.
The lake water silently separated, and the huge waves surged to both sides. The mud at the bottom of the lake could be seen clearly. The sword seemed to tear through the void, and the entire lake surface was split in half.
"Peng!" With a loud sound, the unparalleled meteor sword-light directly split the ferocious tiger that was formed by the waves into two halves, bursting into a sky full of splashes.
After breaking Hu Zhan's fist energy, Ren Wuming's sword aura did not stop. The sword sign in his hand changed, and a terrifying sword aura surged from his body again.
"Seven Stars Sword Transformation, Seven Stars Illuminate the Sky!" Ren Wuming used his full strength, and the sword sign pointed towards the dazzling sword-light. As the sword-light trembled, it actually split into seven shocking sword-rainbows that were like meteors, and they flew towards Hu Zhan.
The seven sword-rainbows vaguely seemed to form a formation, and they trapped Hu Zhan under the sword-light. The power of the sword aura caused everyone present to be shocked.
The eldest senior of the Guangcheng Celestial Sect's younger generation disciples was indeed powerful. Liu Yunhe and Li Mengyao, who were watching the battle from the side, had a trace of a smile on their faces.
"Roar!" At that moment, a tiger's roar shook the heavens and the earth. Hu Zhan, who was trapped by the sword-light, had his long white hair crazily fluttering. The baleful aura on his body soared into the sky. Tiger stripes appeared on his body, and the bright white light intertwined with each other. After that, a huge image of a white tiger was condensed on the surface of his body. An extremely ferocious aura swept out.
At that moment, Hu Zhan's strength reached an extreme. It was as if he had truly transformed into a ferocious tiger. The tiger's claws tore the heavens and the earth apart, and they directly slapped towards the seven terrifying sword-lights.
"Beng!" "Beng!" "Beng!" "Beng!" …
Seven consecutive sounds, and the seven shocking sword-rainbows were actually directly slapped away by Hu Zhan. The image of the white tiger on Hu Zhan's body was condensed, and it was wild, ferocious, and its murderous aura was unparalleled. The ferocious might of the white tiger shook the heavens and the earth.
Ren Wuming's body violently shook, and he retreated seven steps on the surface of the lake. With every step he retreated, he spat out a mouthful of blood, as if those seven heavy blows had directly landed on his body.
Li Lingfeng, Lin Xuan, and the others only then saw how terrifying the outstanding figures of the Southern Wasteland Barbarian Tribe's younger generation were.
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