The Heavenly Lord Xi Ying was injured.
Wan Wan was in perfect condition, but she was a new Myth Realm martial artist, and in Happy's eyes, she was not very difficult to deal with.
Little Li Flying Dagger was one of Happy's killing moves. Even a Myth Realm martial artist would have a hard time fighting against it if they did not have astonishing qi realm and unique techniques.
When she saw that Happy was closing in on Xi Yin, Wan Wan chased after Shi Feixuan without hesitation.
She threw a knife at her without a single sound!
When Wan Wan noticed it, she could only move in a small area to avoid being hit in her vitals.
Thud!
With a grunt, the snow-white throwing knife sank into Wan Wan's shoulder. Blood gushed out of the wound, and she was forced to take a few steps back while chasing after Xi Yin.
Thud! Thud!
Wan Wan's reaction was incredibly fast. She stopped and resolutely pulled out the Little Li Flying Dagger that had sunk deep into her shoulder. She tossed it into the mud and swiftly tapped a few of the acupressure points on her shoulder. The blood that gushed out of the wound instantly stopped.
Her shoulder was injured, and it was a fact that her combat strength was greatly reduced!
She stared at Shi Feixuan's back in anger as she disappeared into the dark plains. Wan Wan knew that she had lost another great chance to get rid of the successor of Kind Boathouse, who was her mortal enemy.
"Happy!"
A thought appeared in her head, and Wan Wan's gaze landed on Happy, who was fighting against Xi Yin. "If I knew this would happen, I would have asked my mistress to personally kill you when we were at Extreme Yin Lake."
"I don't mind if you work together with Priest Xi Yin, Miss Wan Wan." Happy mocked her in a completely unbothered manner.
Wan Wan's beautiful eyes burned with anger.
Little Li Flying Dagger had dealt quite a lot of damage to her. One of her arms was in great pain, and she could not use it at all. Her strength had also been reduced by nearly half, and if she moved even the slightest bit, her wound might start bleeding again.
"Brat, you sure know how to elevate your own status. I alone am enough to deal with a junior like you." Xi Yin snorted in anger. Purple palm-generated wind filled the air and suppressed Happy, who was in the vortex of palm-generated wind.
Heavenly Purple Aura Net was completely activated!
His attacks came wave after wave, and they were like waves crashing against the shore. They came nonstop.
But Happy was not inferior to him.
He could last for a period of time while facing Demon General Zhao Deyan, who was ranked third in the evil cult. There was no way he would be afraid of an injured Xi Yin.
His swordplay was like lightning!
With a speed that did not lose to the latter, he could withstand most of the attacks head on. He would only activate Petite Dragon and Dragon Swings Its Tail to dodge and counterattack when he was in danger.
For a moment, he was actually fighting back and forth with Xi Yin …
"Martial Uncle Xi, this place is too close to the Chinese camp. We've already stayed here for a very long time, and it's not good for us to stay here for long. We have to end the battle as soon as possible, or else, once the elites from the Chinese sects arrive, we'll be in danger."
Wan Wan stood outside the battlefield and anxiously urged Xi Yin to use his full strength.
Xi Yin's face was red with rage.
"Shut up!"
If it was any other time …
If he had not been injured by the sword and his strength had been slightly suppressed, there was no way he would have been able to last until then.
However!
His Heavenly Purple Aura Net was unable to take him down within a short period of time. Even though he had only used eight-tenths of his strength to fight against a junior for so long, even though he was the fourth strongest in the evil cult, he still felt embarrassed, and his expression was incredibly sour.
In his anger, a fierce glare shone in Xi Yin's eyes. "Brat, take this!"
As he spoke, the purple qi palm shadows that filled the sky suddenly disappeared, and Xi Yin appeared clearly behind the palm shadows that filled the sky. His palms shone with a purple hue, and he stood in the air in front of Happy like a demon!
Happy's heart turned cold.
'Xi Yin, you bastard, you're playing with your life!'
Each of the three killing moves in Heavenly Purple Aura Net required him to forcefully use his true origin, but the damage of each move was incredibly terrifying. It was equivalent to Shi Feixuan's Clear Sword River when she broke out of the encirclement!
But it was already too late for him to retreat.
Xi Yin roared in anger, and two huge purple palm shadows shot out!
The palm shadows howled and filled the air. They instantly sealed off all possible directions for Happy to escape.
"I'll fight with everything I have!"
Happy took two steps back and regained his footing. A resolute look that said he would not turn back flashed in his eyes.
At the moment the palm-generated wind was about to touch his body, he withdrew his Nine Yang Divine Skill at full force and formed a fiery-red Nine Yang Barrier over his body.
At the same time:
Arhat Body's profound secret — Silver Light Arhat!
His skin instantly turned metallic silver, and there was not a hint of emotion in him. Like a silver Arhat, he charged at Priest Xi Yin in a steady manner.
Boom!
The purple Giant Spirit Palm landed on Happy, and he shuddered.
Most of the palm force was deflected to the side from his body.
Happy's body only froze for a moment before he recovered his speed. With lightning speed, he charged into the air and arrived in front of Xi Yin, whose face was filled with shock and disbelief.
"You —"
"Die!"
Silver Light Arhat's effect only lasted for three seconds. After three seconds, his defense would plummet, and he would return to his original passive state. If he did not seize this rare chance, when would he?!
Since he had forcefully activated his true origin, Xi Yin's face was slightly pale. When he saw that Happy had actually managed to charge in front of him unscathed despite his ultimate move, he was dumbfounded and shocked, and he could not react in time.
But …
Xi Yin might not have the time and chance to react, but it did not mean that Wan Wan would just sit by and watch Happy do whatever he wanted.
Great Sky Demon Art!
At the moment Happy arrived in front of Xi Yin, a cold power came charging at him from behind.
Wan Wan had indeed attacked from behind.
"Perfect timing!"
Happy was not shocked. Instead, he was delighted.
Shifting Stars, activate!
Two powerful gusts of wind that came charging at him bypassed Happy's body and crashed violently into Xi Yin's chest.
Wan Wan's two remote demonic palms could even injure Shi Feixuan severely. Xi Yin was struck, and he coughed up blood on the spot. Then, he was struck by more than ten fierce sword qis, and blood gushed out of his body.
"Get lost!"
The fourth strongest in the evil cult finally flew into a rage. At the moment of life and death, he roared, and his momentum suddenly rose by a large margin.
'Danger!'
Happy sucked in a sharp breath and charged forward without hesitation. He completely got rid of the thought of killing this arrogant person.
However, he sensed a familiar power envelop his body. It slowed him down, and it made him so miserable that he wanted to tear the person in front of him apart.
Great Sky Demon Art …
Once Happy shifted all of Wan Wan's attacks to him, he also shifted Great Sky Demon Art to him, causing the fatal strike he accumulated to be much slower.
"Retreat!"
When he saw that Happy had instantly charged dozens of feet away, Xi Yin knew that he had already lost his chance to kill this junior. He did not dare to be negligent. He shouted at Wan Wan, turned around, and left. At the moment of life and death, he used the evil cult's secret technique again. He used up a large amount of his true origin to forcefully increase his strength, but the side effects were also great.
If he did not leave now, he would truly be killed.
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