"No. Inform them not to act rashly and listen to my orders. Without my orders, no one is allowed to make a move."
Ding Ning's forehead was drenched in cold sweat as he hurriedly ordered.
Lang Nan nodded and quickly left to relay the message to everyone.
Ding Ning was secretly rejoicing that he had arrived in time. Otherwise, these fierce women of his could really poke a hole in the sky.
It wasn't that Ding Ning was afraid of the Holy Sect, but he knew that the three realms were about to descend into chaos. The Human Realm was already at an absolute disadvantage, and if they suffered losses due to internal strife, the Human Realm would be in an even more precarious situation.
For the sake of the big picture, there were times when one had to compromise.
Ding Ning had never had such a deep understanding of this sentence at this moment.
The Holy Medical Family had made trouble for him again and again. The Holy-sword Villa had no enmity with him, but they were full of malice toward him. The Holy-goddess Tribe was also reckless and dared to provoke him. According to his character of seeking revenge, he would have killed all of them long ago.
However, for the sake of the so-called big picture, no matter how big of a grievance he suffered, as long as he didn't suffer any substantial damage, he would endure it.
After all, although he could mass produce True Martial Realm experts, once the three realms descended into chaos, he would likely have to face enemies from one or even several planes.
At that time, Holy Martial Realm experts could barely be considered as high-end combat strength, God Martial Realm experts would be the cornerstone, and True Martial Realm experts would only be slightly stronger than cannon fodder. Therefore, it was best to preserve the high-end combat strength of the Holy Sect.
Of course, the chaos of the three realms might not necessarily be an invasion, but he had to prepare for the worst. Who asked him to flirt with the daughter of the Creation God? As a responsible man, he had to shoulder the responsibility that belonged to the Mysterious Maiden of the Nine Heavens.
Elephant Nose Slope.
Uh, this was the name Ding Ning came up with because this slope looked like an elephant nose from afar.
At this moment, Han Wuyang and Tian Xuanzi were standing at the tip of the nose. Without the suppression of the barrier, the two of them released their strongest aura without any hesitation.
However, the pressure of the Saint Martial Realm was too strong. Tian Xuanzi's Qi kept shrinking under Han Wuyang's pressure. He could only barely protect himself.
Medical Saint Sect's reputation had been tarnished for the past two days. Perhaps Han Wuyang wanted to regain his reputation by waiting for more people to come before making a move. Perhaps he wanted to let Tian Xuanzi experience more fear before his death. He didn't make a move immediately. Instead, he stood there quietly with his hands behind his back. He constantly released his aura to suppress Tian Xuanzi. He wanted to destroy his fighting spirit and spirit.
Tian Xuanzi's expression was unprecedentedly solemn. Large beads of sweat had already appeared on his forehead and his feet were unstable. He was like a leaf in the wind, showing signs of collapsing at any moment. However, his eyes were filled with determination, completely different from his usual smiling self.
Tian Jizi stared at Tian Xuanzi worriedly, but he did not say anything to stop Han Wuyang's cheating method. He even hoped that Han Wuyang would continue stalling for time because he knew very well that Tian Xuanzi needed this kind of pressure to temper his will and soul.
If he didn't explode in silence, he would die in silence.
Since Tian Xuanzi had chosen this path with a slim chance of survival, as his senior brother, he could only silently support him. He would definitely not interfere in his battle.
It was clear who was stronger and who was weaker.
The cultivators who came to watch the show were shocked, and they looked at Tian Xuanzi with pity in their eyes.
Of course, they were more excited. One had to know that it was a luxury for them to even see an expert of this level, let alone a battle between a Saint Martial expert and a Divine Martial expert.
Ding Ning's eyes were cold as he stared at Tian Xuanzi without blinking. He did not care about the agreement. As long as Tian Xuanzi was in danger, he would not hesitate to save him.
Saint Martial Realm's aura might be terrifying to ordinary people, but it was nothing to him. He was someone who had already adapted to the aura of a Half-step Immortal.
As for his face? Hehe, life was priceless to him. If he died, what was the point of having a face?
Rustle rustle rustle.
More and more people came after hearing the news. After all, a battle of this level was a fatal temptation to any warrior. Even if they couldn't understand it, it was still good to broaden their horizons. This was the best topic for them to brag about for decades.
Perhaps it was because Han Wuyang saw that most of the people had come, or because Tian Xuanzi was in danger but did not crumble, Han Wuyang put his hands behind his back and said pretentiously, "One move. As long as you can take one move from me, I will spare your life."
"Why are you talking so much nonsense? If you want to fight, hurry up and use your strongest move. I don't need you to pretend to be benevolent."
Tian Xuanzi resisted the aura as he said with difficulty. Even at this moment, he did not forget to provoke the other party and said, "Do you know how funny you look when you pretend to be an expert with panda eyes?"
"Impudent brat, go to hell."
Only then did Han Wuyang remember that he still had panda eyes. His face turned livid with anger, and an undisguised murderous intent flashed in his eyes. He angrily condensed a spiritual power palm that was five feet in size. The spiritual power in the surrounding air was like a whale sucking in water, madly gathering toward the spiritual power palm at a speed visible to the naked eye.
A gust of wind blew and the world was filled with killing intent.
The palm grew bigger and bigger, and in the blink of an eye, it gathered into a giant Spirit Power palm that was dozens of feet long. It slowly slammed down on Tian Xuanzi with a terrifying aura.
Ding Ning's heart instantly jumped to his throat. He clenched his fists tightly and formed a bow with his legs. He was like a cheetah waiting to pounce. As long as Tian Xuanzi showed the slightest trace of fear, he would not hesitate to block this palm for him.
"Little friend, this is his own choice. There is life in a place of death. Little friend, please don't interfere. Otherwise, even if he survives, it will be a fate worse than death."
A thin voice suddenly sounded in his mind, causing his tense body to relax. With a look of understanding on his face, he nodded slightly.
Tian Jizi saw more clearly than him. Tian Xuanzi had been stuck at peak Divine Martial Realm for a long time, and this time, he chose to force himself into a dead end. If he didn't succeed, he would die trying.
If he rashly helped, even if Tian Xuanzi survived, his Martial Heart would collapse. Not only would he not be able to improve in the future, but he might also continuously fall until he became an ordinary person. This was definitely a fate worse than death for a martial artist obsessed with the Martial Path.
Life in a place of death. If he couldn't cross it, he would die. If he could cross it, he would be able to reach the Great Dao.
This was a very difficult choice. Without great determination and courage, no one would dare to gamble with their life. However, Tian Xuanzi had made the choice without any hesitation. His martial will was so firm that it moved everyone.
For the first time, Ding Ning was filled with respect for this unreliable old man. He felt very ashamed. If he had such a firm Martial Will, he would have broken through his current shackles long ago.
Death in the face of life, life in the face of death.
At this moment, Ding Ning was inexplicably touched. Unknowingly, an unknown change happened to him. His state of mind was sublimated. It was as if he had been washed clean. He went from showing off to being simple and unadorned.
Returning to one's natural state, becoming one with the world, condensing his Divine Soul, comprehending the Heart of Heaven, Saint Martial Realm.
Tian Jizi glanced at Ding Ning in surprise. He was very envious. He didn't expect this little guy's comprehension to be so high. With just a moment of enlightenment, he took a big step forward on the Martial Path.
The Great Shaman, who had been paying attention to Ding Ning all the time, raised his eyebrows and showed a surprised smile. He turned to look at the veiled woman beside him. Seeing that she was looking at Ding Ning with a look of relief in her pretty eyes, the Great Shaman felt a pain in his heart, and his eyes became a little dim.
Back then, his father made the choice to sacrifice the princess's happiness and let her marry a mere mortal. His heart was filled with extreme anger and unwillingness, but reality proved that his father's choice was right. The bloodline of the Three Supremes was indeed extraordinary.
But, why did his heart hurt so much?
Back then, Aruna, who had a head full of braids, was as innocent as an angel, and followed behind him all day long, calling him Brother Wutian in a childish voice, but he could no longer see her.
Instead, it was the princess beside him who always wore a veil on her face. She was cold and noble, but exuded an unapproachable aura.
The Great Shaman lowered his eyes. His long and narrow eyes were as beautiful as a woman's. When he raised his eyes again, he had restrained all his emotions and became calm like an ancient well.
Ding Ning was like an old monk in meditation, immersed in a strange state. Unknowingly, the All Things Breathing Technique began to operate on its own. His broken Martial Soul quickly began to repair.
Although his eyes were closed, he could see the entire world clearly. Everyone's movements became extremely slow in his perception, as if they were played in slow motion. He could even clearly "see" the Spiritual Power Hand absorbing the Qi of Heaven and Earth in a mysterious way.
Fortunately, the Spiritual Power Hand on Earth was thin, so the power of the Spiritual Power Hand was not so irresistible. Otherwise, Tian Xuanzi would definitely not be able to withstand this palm.
But now, Ding Ning suddenly felt very happy. Tian Xuanzi might be severely injured, but he would definitely not die.
Of course, if Tian Xuanzi made a breakthrough under such extreme pressure, he might not even be injured.
Almost, just a little bit more.
Ding Ning clearly "saw" that Tian Xuanzi's Martial Soul was showing signs of merging with his Divine Soul. But for some reason, they were unable to merge, as if something was missing.
This was the first time he had seen the process of a Divine Martial Artist breaking into the Saint Martial Artist Realm. He was intoxicated and lost himself as he "stared" at the Martial Soul in Tian Xuanzi's body.
At a certain moment, Tian Xuanzi's Divine Soul, which had not reacted at all, suddenly moved under the great pressure of life and death. As if it was full of spirituality, it suddenly reached out a hand and grabbed the Martial Soul. In an extremely simple and violent manner, the two quickly merged into one.
Ding Ning's expression suddenly became strange. This feeling was like rape. The violent merging made him feel like he was watching two men having sex.
Under the huge Spiritual Power Hand, Tian Xuanzi, who was flickering like a candle in the wind, suddenly exuded a powerful aura. That aura was very weak at first, but like a spark in a prairie, it quickly grew, expanded, and spread …
"Ah!"
Tian Xuanzi was about to collapse in despair, but the strong unwillingness in his heart made him try to control the useless Divine Soul, but it was to no avail.
Until the Spiritual Power Hand was only half a meter away from him, the dense threat of death stimulated all of his potential. In a flash, his strong willpower finally controlled his Divine Soul. Because of the urgency of time, he did not even have time to rejoice. He directly grabbed the Martial Soul and forcefully merged with it.
It was like milk.
The strong feeling of merging made him unable to help but let out a long roar of pleasure. His aura kept rising as he raised his hand and punched at the Spiritual Power Hand.
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