Chapter 627 467: Battle (Part 2)_2

Yu Muxian wiped the fresh blood flowing from his ears and did not relax because of the Dharma Shield's outstanding performance. Instead, his heart sank once more. His Spiritual Sense swept over and he was slightly startled.

"Crack..."

The Dharma Shield hesitated for a moment and then suddenly made a sound, a crack slowly appearing on its backside. Yu Muxian lowered his brows, puzzled in his heart:

"It shouldn't be… Although the attack is incomparably sharp, it shouldn't crack a [Six Gold Spirit Plate] with a single strike…"

But the situation did not afford him the time to think further. He could only awkwardly fend off Tulong Jian's attacks, his Spiritual Sense scouting, as the two Zifu Spirit Instruments in the sky were locked in an inextricable battle, seemingly determined to settle their superiority.

Without needing to be controlled, the Six Ding Combined Fire Command continuously spewed out gray flames, like a gray river rushing forward. The Ceasing Spear Golden Circle kept spinning in the air, sucking in all the gray flames like a whale drawing in water, its body already glowing a faint red.

In the midst of this golden circle, a gold and red light flickered on and off, occasionally spurting out puffs of black smoke. The two Spirit Instruments had long since escaped their masters' control and were fiercely battling each other.

Turning over to Tang Shedou's side, after more than a dozen rounds of close and rapid combat, Xiao Yongling was already spitting out blood, desperately resisting with his mana. Tang Shedou, on the other hand, appeared relaxed and even occasionally had the leisure to look around.

Locking eyes with Yu Muxian, Tang Shedou realized he could not delay any longer. With his Long Halberd inverted, a white light shone brightly. The face of Xiao Yongling in front of him gradually changed color. Tang Shedou gave him a cold look. The Long Halberd, which had always swept and stabbed, was finally raised high, dazzling radiance surging from it.

"Enough of this game!"

Tang Shedou's Armor gleamed brilliantly, but Xiao Yongling suddenly raised his head, neither dodging nor using his sword to defend. He channeled his mana and pressed his hand on the jade hook inside his sleeve.

A green light rose, forming a barrier. At the same time, a buzzing noise filled Yu Muxian's ears; Tulong Jian had smashed all eight Magic Artifacts and was swinging his hammer towards his face.

Alarms blared in his heart, and finally, with a flick of his sleeve, he tossed something out.

'[Dispelling Cloud]!'

This object only left a little white light in the air before it disappeared. In contrast, Tulong Jian grunted, the open flames on his Golden Hammer instantly extinguished, the hammer slipping from his hand.

"Pfft!"

Tulong Jian's face paled, and he retreated dozens of yards. It was only then that the sound of a knife slicing into flesh came from the air. He swallowed the fresh blood in his mouth, his Spiritual Sense stirred, and he saw clearly.

In front of Yu Muxian, a short sword had appeared, looking very ordinary, short, and diamond-shaped, the handle carved with two patterns, gently floating in the air.

He took a short breath, but Yu Muxian on the other side was hurriedly recalling the golden ring. The Ceasing Spear Golden Ring reluctantly backed away two inches, and a series of booming sounds suddenly rose.

"Boom..."

Yu Muxian's complexion turned a shade paler, and a series of crackling sounds came from the six round shields surrounding him. The Metal Gang penetrated these six Magic Artifacts, colliding with the Feather Clothing, creating a series of crisp tingling sounds.

Just as he was easing up, blood started to drip down from his chin, his hands tensed spasmodically, yet his spells and Magic Artifacts were all constrained, unable to help. His heart was in shock, and a thought floated through his mind:

"How could…"

'I miscalculated! This Cave Heaven still has a Lower Realm!'

In an instant, the weapons in everyone's hands emitted a buzzing sound, and the sea of clouds, like retreating tide, started to disperse. Xiao Yongling, who had been suppressing "East Feather Mountain" in the air, watched as it vanished in an instant. The Combined Fire Command dissipated, and the Golden Ring pulsed.

"Buzz..."

A pain struck the ears of everyone present, blood flowed from their ears, as a heaven-piercing golden light rose from beneath the sea of clouds.

"Hum...hum...hum..."

As the golden light appeared in everyone's field of vision, it had already reached the sky, disappearing into the boundless night sky. The cultivators within the Cave Heaven all raised their heads in shock, staring at the radiance.

Yu Muxian stood silently in the air, with several talismans that had burned to ashes floating beside him, gently falling down like dust.

In front of him stood five or six shields formed by spells, all riddled with cracks, each bearing a round hole through them, and only now, as if suddenly reacting, they slowly dissolved into white streams of light and scattered.

Yu Muxian's Feather Clothing floated down like willow catkins, revealing his thin undergarment, with a round hole already appeared in front of his chest, through which the golden light entered from his abdomen and flew out from behind his neck.

There was not a drop of blood in that hole, revealing the twinkling night sky behind him. His high nose, handsome face, and even his slender body were covered with cuts of varying sizes, densely arrayed like the mouths of babies, and the exposed skin showed faint Formation Patterns.

"Junior brother!!"

Tang Shedou let out an exhausted roar, just taking a step back, when the emerald radiance that protected Xiao Yongling abruptly surged, switching from defense to offense, attacking him all over.

The golden light was tremendous and blinding, causing everyone excruciating pain as if their faces were being slashed, their six senses failing. Tulong Jian was slightly stunned, but Yu Muxian suddenly halted, a white light rising from his body.

Yu Muxian abruptly opened his eyes, his two pupils now split into four, and blood finally began to seep out of the gore, his forehead lighting up with a Formation Pattern, the corner of his mouth curling up.

His usual caution and the actions he took over the years, imagining Yuanwu as his hypothetical enemy, had saved his life. On his chest, he had placed dozens of Foundation Establishment talismans, carefully drawn year after year to form patterns, solely to defend against one attack during a life-or-death escape.

Unexpectedly, this attack wasn't expended on Yuanwu, but still saved his life during the crisis. The dozens of talismans that had accumulated over the years were activated all at once, managing to weaken the golden radiance and save his life.

At this moment, the pain in his body was extremely intense, but he was accustomed to his meridians being pierced by swords daily and didn't feel much impairment. With the support of a jade buckle and swiftly taking several Precious Medicines, he shed tears of blood and coldly stared at everyone.

Yu Muxian's body slowly healed and reconnected like mud and water, his four-split pupil gradually fusing back together, light surged within Shengyang Mansion, and four talismans flew out from his sleeve, forming a light shield that enveloped him.

His mana mixed with blood, although outwardly he appeared nonchalant, his body was as fragile as that of a porcelain doll. Tang Shedou, clad in Golden Armor and with a frustrated face, had already taken his position in front of him with his Long Halberd.

Yu Muxian showed not a hint of gratitude but instead spoke with an icy voice,

"Has senior brother had his fun? If I were to die here, I wonder how our master would torture you."

Tang Shedou, domineering on the outside, broke into a cold sweat at his junior brother's words, hastily pulling out several talismans from his Storage Bag and handing them to his junior brother Yu Muxian. His face bore white Formation Patterns, seriously eyeing the few people in front.

"Hum...hum...hum..."

Several streaks of golden light came through the air but were contained within the Ceasing Spear Golden Circle, causing a clanging noise that was particularly grating amidst the standoff.

Xiao Yongling's face was pale, the weakest of them all, having sustained serious injuries in his attempt to hold back Tang Shedou. Tulong Jian's expression was somewhat ugly as he silently clutched his stomach wound, as if hesitating about something.

Yu Muxian gave them a cursory glance, knowing the crisis was over. As cautious as ever, even though he was protected by several Foundation Establishment Dharma Shields, he still manipulated the few talismans in hand, readying a trickle of mana for use, but then he suddenly froze.

Just three feet beside him, where the clouds had dispersed, stood a middle-aged man, his sword resting in his arms, the azure-white radiance so dense it seemed it would drip the next moment.

Before his roar could escape his throat, the middle-aged man suddenly drew his sword.

A gentle breeze blew through the earth and sky, and the sword at Xiao Yongling's waist jumped violently, its excitement palpable, as if it were about to leap out the next moment.

Upon the mountain peaks, within the clouds, and in the halls of Cave Heaven, the Green Peak at the waists of the cultivators trembled, clamoring to unsheathe, and they looked up thoughtfully:

Within the Cave Heaven, the stars dimmed, and within layers of pale grey mist, a cyan-white crescent moon rose.