No Mercy!
"Let's go!"
Seeing An Haoping charging at the white-haired old man, He Zhiming didn't hesitate and immediately made his move.
His biggest opponent was being held up by An Haoping. If he and Sun Deshun couldn't take down Zhang Qiang, it wouldn't be right.
As for Ning Yue, He Zhiming didn't put him in his eyes at all.
He Zhiming was confident that he could crush an Initial Heavenly Supreme cultivator with one hand.
Rumble!
A great battle broke out in an instant.
After the white-haired old man revealed his trump card, he could now unleash the strength of a Peak Late Stage Saint.
An Haoping didn't have any advantage against the white-haired old man. On the contrary, he was at a slight disadvantage.
On the other side of the battlefield, He Zhiming and Zhang Qiang were fighting fiercely.
Under normal circumstances, Zhang Qiang and He Zhiming's strength was on par.
But with Sun Deshun, He Zhiming's chances of winning were much higher.
The results of the two battles weren't satisfactory.
"How restless."
Ning Yue's gaze rested on the battlefield between An Haoping and the white-haired old man.
Taking a deep breath, Ning Yue's face turned a little gloomy.
The white-haired old man took about an hour just to use his trump card. Now that he only had a small advantage, Ning Yue was naturally dissatisfied.
He didn't know when the demonic human would recover to his peak state. He was relying on the white-haired old man to take the blame.
If the white-haired old man dropped the ball, the consequences would be unimaginable!
Thinking of this, Ning Yue began to draw the drop of Battle God's blood in the white-haired old man's sea of consciousness.
Pfft!
The white-haired old man was originally fighting happily with An Haoping, but he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and his face turned a little pale.
Spitting out blood was secondary.
The most important thing was that An Haoping seized the opportunity.
An Haoping raised his right foot and heavily kicked the white-haired old man's chest.
Bang!
The enormous force transmitted from his chest caused the white-haired old man's body to be swiftly sent flying backwards.
A crisp sound rang out beside Ning Yue.
Obviously, the white-haired old man wasn't too far away from Ning Yue.
"I'll give you one last chance."
Ignoring the white-haired old man's miserable state, Ning Yue frowned slightly and said, "Defeat him within three minutes. Otherwise, you should know the consequences."
Boom!
Hearing this, the white-haired elder's heart thumped.
The white-haired old man knew very well that since Ning Yue had given him an order, he had to complete it!
After all, his sea of consciousness contained Ning Yue's War God Physique's blood.
Before expelling the blood of the Divine Body of War from his Divine Sense Sea, he could only obey Ning Yue's orders!
"I promise to complete the mission!"
The white-haired old man gritted his teeth and quickly got up from the ground.
In order to make Ning Yue trust him, the white-haired old man even patted his chest and promised, "Within three minutes, I promise to bring his head here …"
Bang!
Halfway through his sentence, the white-haired old man felt a tremendous force on his buttocks and his body was sent flying.
Looking at the white-haired old man's departing figure, Ning Yue rolled his eyes and said, "I'm not asking you to suck up to me. If you can't take him down this time, I promise to teach you a lesson!"
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Due to Ning Yue's beating, the white-haired old man's subsequent attacks became even more vicious.
In fact, even space itself began to tremble and creaking noises could be heard.
Under the white-haired old man's powerful attacks, An Haoping was forced to retreat step by step and lost ground!
"Damn it! Are you on steroids?! "
The white-haired old man's sudden outburst caught An Haoping off guard.
An Haoping chose to avoid the attack while contacting He Zhiming hurriedly.
No matter what, He Zhiming was a mid-stage Sage. With his help, An Haoping would definitely be able to withstand the white-haired old man's powerful attacks.
However, An Haoping overlooked something.
At this time, He Zhiming couldn't even protect himself. How could he have time to care about Zhang Qiang's life?
"Damn it, how did you become so strong!"
After forcing Zhang Qiang to retreat, He Zhiming rubbed his slightly swollen eyes. His face was blue and white, which was very ugly.
Previously, He Zhiming thought that he and Zhang Qiang were on par, and he was not the only one who thought so. It was estimated that many people thought so.
However.
After a few minutes of fighting, He Zhiming knew that he was a little weaker than Zhang Qiang without using his last trump card.
With Sun Deshun's help, he could barely tie with Zhang Qiang.
Moreover, this tie had already been declared non-existent when Ning Yue beat the white-haired old man.
Perhaps he was worried that Ning Yue would get angry, or perhaps he was worried that Ning Yue would be dissatisfied. In short, Zhang Qiang's combat effectiveness instantly rose by several percent.
Don't underestimate this combat effectiveness.
Zhang Qiang was a mid-stage Sage, and every increase in strength was a huge pressure on the early-stage Sage Sun Deshun!
After a while, when Zhang Qiang's strength rose by 50 percent, Sun Deshun finally couldn't hold on any longer and was sent flying like a dead dog.
Bang!
His heavy body slammed into the ground, producing a sound that was not particularly loud.
Originally, Ning Yue didn't care about Sun Deshun's life or death, but when he thought of the Human Demon refining the Immortal Ascension Grass and the little qilin helping from the side, Ning Yue decided to send Sun Deshun into the Tower of Ascension.
This time, Ning Yue only brought Zhang Qiang and the white-haired old man out of the Great Hall.
As for the Human Demon and the little qilin, they stayed in the Tower of Ascension.
If he gave them some energy at this time, they might be able to recover a step earlier.
As long as the Human Demon could recover and use the power of the Immortal Ascension Grass to suppress the energy seal, he could even raise his cultivation to the late-stage Sage Realm.
At that time, with the Human Demon's help, he might be able to control He Zhiming and An Haoping!
Just the thought of controlling a late-stage Sage cultivator excited him!
"What are you doing!"
Sun Deshun's eyes narrowed as he looked at the approaching Ning Yue, who had a smirk on his face. He hurriedly said, "I had no choice. He Zhiming and An Haoping provoked me, and they insisted on helping me resolve it …"
Crack!
Ning Yue wasn't interested in Sun Deshun's nonsense.
He raised his right foot and stomped heavily on Sun Deshun's head.
Sun Deshun was already heavily injured, and now that Ning Yue had stomped on his head, he stopped breathing on the spot.
"Get in!"
Ning Yue knew that this stomp couldn't kill an early-stage Sage cultivator.
So after stomping, Ning Yue immediately grabbed Sun Deshun's shoulder and threw him into the Tower of Ascension.
Whoosh!
Only when Sun Deshun entered the Tower of Ascension did Ning Yue let out a long breath.
As the saying went, a starving camel was still bigger than a horse.
In that instant, Ning Yue was really worried that Sun Deshun would fight to the death with him.
Sun Deshun's aura was gone, but his primordial spirit was still there.
If the primordial spirit of a peak early-stage Sage cultivator really fought to the death, it would be somewhat troublesome.
Taking the initiative to deal with Sun Deshun had put Ning Yue at great risk.
This wasn't because Ning Yue took the initiative to take the risk, but because he wanted to show Di Xiao!
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
