Ma Xifeng and Wei Zidong leaned against the wall. Their bodies were in excruciating pain, and their injuries were not light.
If they could open their Storage Rings, they could take out elixirs to heal their injuries. However, their Storage Rings were temporarily sealed. They could not store or take out anything to prevent cheating.
Therefore, they could only rely on their own abilities to heal their injuries. Based on their injuries, they would need at least a day to recover. It would take several days for them to fully recover.
The Puppet Underground Palace had a time limit of three days at most. More than two hours had passed.
"Damn it!" Ma Xifeng's face was filled with murderous intent.
"This person should be killed ten thousand times!" Wei Zidong was also furious.
He had actually been forced into such a state by a country bumpkin. Not only had he been injured, his only puppet core had been taken away, and he had even been forced to reveal the method to pass through the Puppet Underground Palace.
In fact, it did not matter what they were interrogated about. The point was that they were interrogated.
They were burning with anger!
"Damn it. Even if we can't pass the Puppet Underground Palace, he won't be able to either." Ma Xifeng was furious.
He would heal his injuries first. When his injuries were stable, he would take revenge. If he could not kill his opponent, he would cripple his opponent.
…
Left every second!
Right every fourth!
Chen Zong followed this pattern as he advanced. Whenever he encountered other puppets, he would attack and kill them.
These puppets were at least high-level half-saints. Even if they were weak, they were stronger than ordinary high-level half-saints. The stronger puppets were comparable to the prodigies on the Netherworld List.
Chen Zong encountered two puppets that joined forces. They were so strong that he had to use half-step sword intent to defeat them and obtain their Puppet Cores.
One Flame Core, one Storm Core, and one Ice Soul Core.
It was too little to take almost a day.
After all, each type of Puppet Core required at least six.
The Puppet Underground Palace was huge. The probability of meeting each other was not high. At least, on the first day.
As time passed, they would meet more people as they moved in the right direction.
From afar, Chen Zong heard loud noises and felt a shocking collision of auras. It was a battle. It did not seem to be a battle between humans and puppets, but between humans.
One of the voices sounded rather familiar.
Chen Zong's countenance stiffened as he sped forward, only to see three silhouettes engaged in an intense battle. Among them, Chen Zong was very familiar with two of them. They were none other than his good friends, Nan Wukong and Zheng Tuo.
It could be seen that Zheng Tuo and Nan Wukong had tried their best but were still suppressed by their opponent.
He was no match for him!
They were no match for him at all. The two of them were already injured. If it weren't for their tacit cooperation, they would have been defeated long ago.
In addition, Chen Zong could also see that the other party was mocking them. It seemed that they did not use their full strength to deal with them. Otherwise, they would not have been able to hold on until now.
"Brother Zheng, Brother Nanwu, let me help you." Chen Zong's voice traveled directly into Zheng Tuo and Nan Wukong's ears. The two of them were overjoyed. It was as if they had been injected with new energy, and their spirits were lifted. The geniuses of the Mountain Flow Prefecture immediately noticed this change and were slightly surprised.
He couldn't kill anyone here, so he planned to toy with the two of them, slowly tormenting them and attacking their Dao hearts. This was even more ruthless than killing them directly.
Could it be that an accident was about to happen?
Suddenly, an extremely sharp storm pierced through the air. The shocking momentum caused the person's expression to change and become somewhat serious.
Zheng Tuo and Nan Wukong, who had been pushed back by the blade, immediately turned around. Their eyes were as sharp as blades as they pierced through the air. They saw a violent flash of golden sword light, like a bolt of lightning, coming for them.
Those sharp eyes pierced through the golden flash of sword light and saw Chen Zong. It was as if they were going to pierce through him.
The blade struck out violently. Its murderous aura was shocking, and its murderous intent was surging. It was terrifying beyond compare. Zheng Tuo and Nan Wukong, who had been pushed back by the blade, changed their expressions greatly. Even though the blade was not aimed at them, it still made their hair stand on end.
If it was aimed at them directly, they would die without a doubt.
Instinctively, Zheng Tuo and Nan Wukong could not help but worry for Chen Zong.
This person was too powerful. They did not know if Chen Zong could contend with him.
This blade was extremely sharp, and its light was extremely dazzling. It seemed to pierce through the sword light and pierce into Chen Zong's eyes. Chen Zong narrowed his eyes slightly. He felt a chill run down his spine, and his hair stood on end.
The sword and the blade collided in an instant. The shocking momentum surged in all directions, and the force tore through everything. It was extremely terrifying.
Chen Zong immediately felt an extremely terrifying sharpness penetrating through the sword, as if it was going to cut his arm into pieces. At the same time, the tyrannical power of the blade also struck out, directly smashing the opponent into pieces.
They both took three steps back!
"Oh, your strength is not bad." The Mountain Flow Mansion's prodigy narrowed his eyes and stared at Chen Zong in surprise. That strike just now was an ordinary strike that had been executed with 100% of his strength. Not only was it blocked by Chen Zong, but he was also pushed back by three steps.
At least it seemed that the two of them were evenly matched.
Chen Zong was also a little surprised by the opponent's strength. He was much stronger than the previous two.
"If that's the case, don't die." The Mountain Flow Mansion's genius's eyes flashed with a hint of ruthlessness. An astonishing aura suddenly filled the air, like a flaming storm sweeping over. Immediately, he struck out with his blade.
The blade light was shocking, and it streaked across the darkness like an explosive bolt of lightning. It was extremely fast and powerful. The power of this blade strike was more than 50% stronger than the previous one.
The power of this blade strike surprised Chen Zong.
His opponent's cultivation had reached the peak of the high level of the Half-Saint Realm. His cultivation could not be improved any further apart from breaking through to the Saint Realm.
His blade technique was extremely terrifying. Its power was astonishing, and his attainment was very high.
Furthermore, the slash contained a terrifying power. It was similar to the power of Mental Will, causing the slash to become even more powerful.
As expected, all the powerful prodigies had already mastered the ability to transform their Spiritual Will into an illusion.
Chen Zong wondered if this person had mastered the Half-step Dao Will.
Chen Zong's cultivation was at the high level of the Half-saint Realm. In terms of cultivation, he was still inferior to his opponent. Moreover, his opponent cultivated a Saint Grade Upper Level Cultivation Method, which was of a high level. Therefore, the purity of his Half-saint power was much higher than Chen Zong's.
Chen Zong did not know what Cultivation Method he had cultivated to make his blade technique so powerful.
In the world of cultivators, there were countless Cultivation Methods, Martial Techniques, and Secret Techniques. No one knew what kind of Cultivation Method, Martial Technique, or Secret Technique was created by a genius or a freak.
This person's blade was extremely fast, and its power was even more shocking. As the blade and sword collided again and again, Chen Zong gradually discovered the mystery. It turned out that the other power contained in his opponent's blade technique was superposition.
Every time he struck out with his blade, there were two blades superimposed, which meant that the power was multiplied. No wonder it was so powerful that Chen Zong was at a disadvantage for a while.
Chen Zong was certain that this person's strength was strong enough to be ranked in the top 30 or even the top 20 of the Dark List.
This was a strong opponent, and Chen Zong had to use his real strength to deal with him.
Half-step Sword Intent!
In an instant, a shocking sharpness spread out from the blade, and an awe-inspiring aura spread out in all directions, causing people to involuntarily shiver.
Fang Zicheng, the Mountain Flow Mansion's prodigy, also had a slight change in expression, and his pupils shrank to the size of needles. The aura that spread out from Chen Zong's sword made him feel a trace of threat.
The sword arrived, and the sword light was extremely shocking as it streaked across the sky.
Fang Zicheng's expression was filled with shock.
"Half-step Sword Intent!"
Fang Zicheng was repelled by the sword.
"You actually grasped Half-step Sword Intent!" Fang Zicheng exclaimed.
He could be considered to be experienced and knowledgeable, so he immediately recognized Chen Zong's power. It was Half-step Sword Intent. Fang Zicheng, who was extremely talented and powerful, was ranked 13th among the Mountain Flow Mansion's prodigies, but he had not grasped Half-step Sword Intent.
"You think you're strong just because you have Half-step Sword Intent? Let me tell you, even without Half-step Dao Intent, I'm still stronger than you." Fang Zicheng's arm shook, and his expression was extremely solemn. His long saber shook, and a brilliant saber light shot out from it.
Chen Zong's pupils shrank to the size of needles. He vaguely saw the extremely cold saber light, and the blurry saber shadow was approaching, bringing with it a shocking threat.
When the saber arrived, its power was much stronger.
Three stacked saber strikes!
With each stacked saber strike, its power would increase by a lot.
Blood Spurt Sword!
With 70% Half-step Sword Intent, the Blood Spurt Sword's power increased explosively, and it directly defeated the opponent's three stacked saber strikes and counterattacked.
Fang Zicheng was shocked, and he hurriedly took two steps back to avoid Chen Zong's sword.
Difficult to deal with!
He had never expected that this person would be so difficult to deal with. Not only did he comprehend Half-step Sword Intent, but his strength was also terrifying enough to contend with him.
Since that was the case, he could not hold back anymore.
"Broken Saber … Ashes!"
A low shout was heard, like a roar, and it shocked everyone in all directions.
A terrifying aura suddenly rose from the opponent's body and spread out. The aura was violent and scorching, as if it was going to burn everything in the world into ashes and destroy everything. It was so terrifying that Chen Zong felt his hair stand on end, and he had a feeling that he was going to be smashed and burned.
This saber strike … could not be resisted!
A ball of gray flame with traces of bright red immediately spread over the long saber, burning silently. It seemed to be silent, but it was extremely violent. It was like the demonic fire of the end of the world, burning and burning everything, turning everything into ashes.
Zheng Tuo and Nan Wukong stood in the distance, and their pupils shrank to the size of needles.
Horrifying!
Horrifying!
The flames on the saber gave them a horrifying feeling of being turned into ashes. It was as if the world had turned gray and had fallen into doomsday. It made them feel helpless and hopeless from the bottom of their hearts. It was as if the whole world would sink because of this, dissipating and turning into ashes under the flames that did not seem to be burning.
What would Chen Zong do in the face of this saber strike?
Chen Zong looked very serious. He had a feeling that if he could not block this saber strike, he might die.
At this point in the battle, it was difficult to stop. Even if the opponent killed him, he would at most be punished. Moreover, they were all from the Mountain Flow Prefecture, and this was the territory of the Mountain Flow Prefecture. It was inevitable that there would be favoritism.
He could not die!
He could not be injured!
Because he could not take out the elixirs in his Storage Ring, he could only use that sword strike.
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