Xiao Bing and the Fourth Patriarch fought from the ground to the air, and then fell to the ground. The raging power in the battle directly made the spectators begin to retreat one by one, trying to keep a certain distance from them.
If a battle between people below the Celestial Master level was considered a battle between humans, then a battle between people at the Celestial Master level was almost beyond the realm of mortals. The power displayed by a Celestial Master was far beyond that of an ordinary human being.
The Celestial Master level was not a human's power. When a Celestial Master level cultivator cultivated, he absorbed the Qi of Heaven and Earth. He extracted the Qi from the air and integrated it into his body. Every time he extracted the Qi, it would only be a raindrop. Then, little by little, the raindrops would flow into the surging Yangtze River in his body.
The Acquired Stage was like a puddle, the Innate Stage was like a small canal, the Void Breaking Stage was like a river, and the Celestial Master was like a river.
The difference in strength between each level was incomparable!
Mo Long looked at this scene and held his breath. He murmured to himself, "Surging like the Yangtze River. This is the power of a Celestial Master level cultivator. This power can almost drown everything. It is not something that ordinary people can resist. It is hard to imagine how powerful the all-powerful Tianshan Elder was 400 years ago …"
When the others saw this scene, they were also in awe, yearning, and looking up to the Tianshan Elder.
"Ha!" The Fourth Elder shouted in mid-air and punched down. The power of this punch far exceeded the strength of the previous punch. It was much stronger.
Xiao Bing punched the Fourth Patriarch and laughed, "If you want to fight, then fight. Why are you shouting? Do you think this is child's play?"
When their fists collided, they felt their bodies tremble. Both of them retreated nearly 100 meters, and there was a distance of about 200 meters between them.
Xiao Bing moved his shoulders and murmured to himself, "After this guy put on this Silver Spiritual Robe, his strength is really not the same as before. Hehe, it's kind of interesting."
The crowd looked to the left and then to the right. They saw that the two people were now so far away from each other. At this time, Jack asked in a low voice, "Mo Long, do you think the Master can defeat this guy?"
"Of course not." Black Dragon was not worried about Xiao Bing at all. "The Heavenly Master Realm is a power that even mortals should be in awe of. Do you really think that the Fourth Patriarch can defeat the Master of the Heavenly Master Realm with just a spiritual weapon?"
"But, isn't it said that a person who possesses a Spiritual Weapon can fight across levels?"
Mo Long shook his head and said, "It's one thing to fight across realms between the Early-stage of Breaking The Void and the Middle-stage of Breaking The Void. It's another thing to fight across realms between the Early-stage of Heavenly Master and the Middle-stage of Heavenly Master. This kind of battle may rely on the existence of spiritual weapons to offset the gap, but the battle between Heavenly Masters and those below Heavenly Masters is not so easy to offset. What's more, I also heard from the Master that he is now only a step away from the Middle-stage of Heavenly Master. He has now really entered the Great Completion of the Early-stage of Heavenly Master. In this way, this spiritual weapon can't offset such a big gap no matter what. "
While talking, the Fourth Patriarch once again rushed toward Xiao Bing. When he ran, his strength increased crazily. Xiao Bing also met him again. The breath on Xiao Bing's body became more violent, as if it was covering the whole world. In terms of Genuine Qi and other aspects, the Fourth Patriarch could never be compared with Xiao Bing. The reason why he could be compared with Xiao Bing was that the Silver Spiritual Robe he was wearing had increased his attack and defense power, and even his dexterity had been greatly enhanced.
The two of them roared at the same time. Among the spectators, some of the weaker disciples were directly shaken by the roar of the two men. Blood flowed from their eyes, nose, and mouth. They covered their ears and squatted on the ground, screaming in pain. Even the others were pale and did not feel good.
Finally, the Fourth Patriarch and Xiao Bing gathered all the strength in their fists and slammed into each other. With a rumble, the sky and the earth changed color. The crazy power surged around, lifting many of the spectators. Mo Long and the others were also pushed back by this force. They all covered their faces with their hands, mainly to block the sweeping power.
When the power dissipated, everything returned to normal. They put down their hands one by one and looked at the ruins. Then, the disciples of the Iron Fist School all looked ashen.
Xiao Bing grabbed the Fourth Patriarch's neck with one hand and lifted him from the ground. The Fourth Patriarch was like a dead man. Both of his arms were hammered down and his arms were constantly bleeding. Even though he was wearing a spiritual robe, he could not bear the crazy power of Xiao Bing, which was several times stronger than him.
The silver spiritual robe that the Fourth Patriarch was wearing let out a faint whine.
The Fourth Patriarch's legs kicked wildly, and his face began to turn purple. Xiao Bing looked at him and said coldly, "Hand over the Third Patriarch, and I will spare your life!"
The Fourth Patriarch said reluctantly, "I will … uh … I will …"
Xiao Bing threw the Fourth Patriarch on the ground. The Fourth Patriarch lay on the ground and coughed violently. Xiao Bing said, "Where is your Third Senior Brother?"
The Fourth Patriarch said in a hoarse voice, "You … you take him to him."
At this moment, the Fourth Elder couldn't move at all. He felt that all of his internal organs had been injured, and both of his arms had been crippled. Although he didn't die this time, he wouldn't be able to fully recover without two or three years of rest. For the time being, he was no different from a cripple.
When the disciples heard the Fourth Patriarch's words, they all felt inconceivable and humiliated. Were they … were they going to surrender to these lowly people of the secular world?
Although they were afraid of the Fourth Patriarch's majesty in the past, they could not help but feel indignant at this time. They said, "Fourth Patriarch, are we going to surrender just like this?"
"Yes, Fourth Patriarch, how can we surrender to these people of the secular world?"
"Fourth Patriarch, we can fight!"
"Shut up!" The Fourth Patriarch shouted with almost all his strength. "This is the disaster caused by your Third Martial Uncle. Hasn't your Third Martial Uncle caused enough trouble for us? I don't want to destroy all of you disciples for your Third Martial Uncle. The death of your senior brothers has already made my heart ache. You are the future and foundation of the Iron Fist School … "
The Fourth Patriarch took two breaths, and then said intermittently, "If all of you die, in another ten or twenty years, the Iron Fist School will no longer be able to compete with the Hundred Swords School in the future, and will completely fall from the second-tier ancient martial arts school …"
After these people heard this, they all became silent. In the end, they could only lower their heads. Although they felt humiliated, they had to admit that the Fourth Patriarch was right. Although there were still a few talented senior brothers who had been brought to participate in the Ancient Martial Arts School Summit, if all the disciples who stayed here were annihilated, there would be a gap in the Iron Fist School. Just two or three geniuses would not be able to make up for it.
Xiao Bing said, "Logically speaking, I should kill all of you. I should not show mercy to my enemies. But if you know what's good for you, I can spare your lives."
The disciples all lowered their heads and said with great humiliation, "You … come with us. We will take you to the Third Patriarch."
These disciples all walked in front of Xiao Bing. Xiao Bing walked to the side of Black Dragon, Jack, and Miyamoto Shinji, and then the four of them followed him.
Black Dragon said lightly, "This time, we have really offended the Iron Fist School."
"Oh, right." Xiao Bing looked at Miyamoto Shinji and said, "Go and take off the Fourth Patriarch's silver spiritual clothes."
Miyamoto Shinji opened his eyes wide and looked at Xiao Bing in surprise.
Xiao Bing said with a smile, "Do you think I am too shameless? Do you think I am too much of a bandit? But if I am not shameless, not a bandit, and not a robber, will they not come to us next time? Believe it or not, even if we did not come to provoke them this time, they will definitely provoke us. The ten spiritual swords of the Xiao Mansion are a disaster. An innocent man will get into trouble because of his wealth. These ancient martial arts sects are all existences of the law of the jungle. If you are stronger than them, then everything will be fine. If you are weaker than them, they will not reason with you at all. They will eat you up without spitting out the bones. "
Black Dragon said, "Master is right. Go and take it off. It can also improve the strength of the Dragon Gate."
Miyamoto Shinji agreed and turned back.
Xiao Bing and the others followed these people and finally stopped outside a very beautiful tall house. They pointed at the house helplessly and said, "The Third Patriarch is inside. He has been injured recently, so he is recuperating. There are disciples staying inside to take care of him."
Xiao Bing nodded and walked over. The others hesitated for a moment and followed him.
They walked to the door of the Third Patriarch's room. There were two disciples outside looking at Xiao Bing warily. Xiao Bing asked, "Is your Third Patriarch inside?"
"Yes." The two people said in a stern tone, "The Third Patriarch is injured and can't be disturbed."
One of the disciples came out and sighed, "Let him in. The Fourth Patriarch ordered it."
"Well … Okay." The two people stepped aside. Xiao Bing walked over and pushed the door open. Looking at the empty room inside, Xiao Bing could not help but be stunned for a moment. Then he looked at the two people standing at the door.
Many of the disciples also showed a confused look, and then they all began to talk, "Where is the Third Patriarch?"
"Yes, the Third Patriarch should be inside."
At this time, the two disciples who were guarding the door before also smiled bitterly and said, "We have never left. The Third Patriarch has been resting inside …"
Xiao Bing pointed to an open window inside. There was a black footprint on the windowsill. Xiao Bing sighed and said, "It seems that he has already escaped."
Many disciples of the Iron Fist School rushed into the room one by one. When they saw the footprint, they were all a little stunned. When these disciples and the Patriarch were fighting for him, the Third Patriarch actually escaped alone!
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