Jiangchen's purple robes fluttered as he pushed off the ground. At the same time, he shot forward. Although his cultivation had been suppressed, he still possessed a fiendish aura that seemed to come from the depths of hell. With a wave of his sleeve, he unleashed a claw attack that tore through the air, blocking the old man's attack.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sword light and Jiangchen's claw collided, exploding with a thunderous boom. The surrounding rocks and mountains shook violently, cracking apart. Not too far away, a towering tree exploded.
Crackle ….
Jiangchen was sent flying backward, landing on the ground. He staggered, crushing rocks beneath his feet.
Jiangchen's expression was no longer calm. Tiny cracks had appeared on his palms, and strange blood seeped out of them. That was the wound left by the treasured sword, but it quickly healed.
"The body of a sage."
Jiangchen stared at the withered old man in astonishment, his eyes rippling with shock.
Although the strange old man had been suppressed and could only use the power of his physical body, his physical strength had reached the level of a sage. It was incomparably powerful.
Crackle!
The withered old man was sent flying back by Jiangchen. Relying on the treasured sword in his hand, he'd gained a great advantage. His eyes were ruthless and emotionless. Without the slightest hesitation, he steadied himself, then charged forward again like a wild beast.
This time, the withered old man struck out with his palm. His physical strength caused the air to tremble and shatter.
Rumble!
Du Shaofu punched out with all his strength, colliding with the old man's palm. The air rumbled, and a powerful wind swept out, shattering the ground!
Crackle ….
The withered old man was sent flying, and Jiangchen was injured. Du Shaofu's punch had contained the full force of his physical body. The strange old man was sent crashing into a pile of rubble, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Thump! Thump!
Du Shaofu was also sent flying. He skidded across the ground, causing the ground to crack.
"The physical strength of a sage is so strong!"
Du Shaofu shook his arms, his fists numb.
As Jiangchen had verified, the strange, withered old man was definitely a sage.
However, this strange withered old man with Saint Realm cultivation was also suppressed in this strange battlefield. He could only use the power of his physical body.
But when Feng Han saw this, all he felt was shock for Jiangchen and Du Shaofu.
That strange old man had the strength of a Saint Realm expert. Although he couldn't use his Saint Realm cultivation, his physical body had the physical strength of a Saint Realm expert.
However, Jiangchen and Du Shaofu were able to force their opponents back. Their bodies were terrifyingly powerful, proving that they could contend with Saints.
Boom!
Rubble flew everywhere and dust filled the air. A strange, withered old man in ragged robes charged out from the rubble, his eyes filled with ruthlessness as he stared fixedly at Du Shaofu and Jiangchen.
"Senior, are you a senior of the School of Yin-yang?"
These words came from the mouths of the elders from the School of Yin-Yang. Trembling, they rushed to Du Shaofu and Jiangchen's side.
"He should be a senior expert of the School of Yin-yang who left behind in the Heavenly Devil Battlefield."
Qi Jiajun arrived at Du Shaofu's side, his eyes trembling as he stared at the strange, withered old man.
Based on the treasured saber and the signs of it attacking, Qi Jiajun and the elders from the School of Yin-yang sensed that this strange old man was most likely a senior of the School of Yin-yang who'd left behind in the Heavenly Devil Battlefield.
"A senior of the School of Yin-yang from the Primordial Era?"
When he heard this, Du Shaofu was astonished.
Dai Xingyu, Du Xiaoyao, Tang Meiling, Gu Xinyan, and the others were all flabbergasted.
"Senior, are you still alive?"
The elders from the School of Yin-yang were so moved that tears welled up in their eyes.
Swish!
However, the old man responded to the excited old men from the Yin-Yang School by slashing out with his saber. Relying on the power of his physical body, although the saber was suppressed, it still contained the might of the saber itself. When combined together, it was still incredibly powerful.
"Careful!"
Du Shaofu, who'd been on high alert this entire time, rushed over. His hand glowed with dazzling violet light as he clenched the Heavenly Tower of Purple-Gold. Baleful aura and might filled the air, accompanied by the faint roars of dragons and tigers. Wind and thunder resounded in the air as he blocked the saber light with his sword.
Whoosh ….
The saber light and sword light collided, creating a powerful gale that destroyed large swaths of space and mountains. The elders from the School of Yin-yang were knocked back.
Du Shaofu had used the Heavenly Tower of Purple-Gold. He didn't dare be careless. Jiangchen had been at a disadvantage from the start. Even with his powerful physical body, he didn't dare be careless.
However, as he summoned the Heavenly Palace of Purple Gold, Du Shaofu could clearly feel that the Heavenly Palace of Purple Gold was being suppressed by a strange invisible energy in this space. The artifact spirit within the Heavenly Palace of Purple Gold could not be summoned, but he could use the might of the Heavenly Palace of Purple Gold itself.
Crack crack ….
Amidst the surging saber radiance and sword radiance, the saber collided with the Purple Gold Heavenly Tower, emitting light like fireworks. The talisman engravings on the sword and saber were shattering, like meteorites colliding. The surrounding void cracks were also spreading.
Du Shaofu was forced back several steps.
The bizarre-looking elder was also forced back, clearly in a sorry state. Starlight rippled from the treasured saber, and if one looked closely, they could see a tiny crack in its surface.
It was left behind by Du Shaofu's Heavenly Tower of Purple-Gold. However, the crack was very shallow and didn't have much of an effect on the treasured saber.
"This isn't normal. He's being controlled. It's like he's a puppet!"
Du Shaofu frowned, his expression grave. This was most likely an ancient ancestor of the School of Yin-yang. He seemed to be under someone's control, like a puppet. He didn't recognize them at all. All that was left of him was ruthlessness and killing intent.
"His Nascent Divinity and physical body have been corroded. He's lost his will. Perhaps it has something to do with those demons," said Jiangchen. He'd sensed something, but he couldn't be sure.
"This is going to be troublesome."
Du Shaofu smiled bitterly, his expression grave.
That bizarre-looking elder was most likely an ancient expert of the School of Yin-yang. They couldn't just destroy him.
Moreover, given the elder's physical strength, if he really wanted to destroy him, even if he and Jiangchen joined forces, they probably wouldn't have much of a chance.
Du Shaofu guessed that even if he and Jiangchen went all out and succeeded, they'd have to pay an enormous price.
Jiangchen glanced sideways at Du Shaofu, as if reading Du Shaofu's thoughts.
"Actually, his Nascent Divinity died long ago. He's just being controlled. He's basically dead," said Jiangchen, knowing the relationship between Du Shaofu and the School of Yin-yang. "Actually, his Nascent Divinity died long ago. He's just being controlled.
"Seniors, what do you think?"
Du Shaofu asked the elders from the School of Yin-Yang. These were most likely seniors from the School of Yin-Yang, and even if they were real puppets, with the elders from the School of Yin-Yang here, with his relationship with the School of Yin-Yang, he needed to ask for their opinion.
"Our ancestor has already met with calamity. Let the Roc Emperor make the decision!"
Said one of the old men, his eyes brimming with tears.
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