Chapter 3911 — T022 Double Eleven Special Chapter 9: The Mortal Realm
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At the word of command, both sides, long since coiled and waiting, crashed together in a frenzy of slaughter.
In an instant the winds rose and the clouds surged, and heaven and earth changed color.
More than twenty Heaven-Tier Great Perfection experts on both sides threw themselves into the fight with all their strength—a spectacle so magnificent and appalling that in this mortal realm it could only be called unprecedented, unheard of, all the more so in this post-Cloud-Tier Island era when true masters were so scarce. This day's epoch-making battle had been destined from the first to shake the world.
As time crept on, though Qiu Lingshan and the others fought with all their might, though several patriarchs of the Blood Garment Yellow Springs Sect lent their full strength, the flaw of insufficient real combat experience was once again laid bare.
Wu Chengtian, Yu Bing, and the rest fell wounded one after another, and the scales of victory began to tilt steadily toward He Dantou's side.
This much both sides had foreseen; indeed, when they made the decision to fight with their backs to the river, Qiu Lingshan and her companions had already resolved to face death.
Yet even if they must die, they would drag a few down with them first!
When a person is willing to stake everything in a desperate fight, their latent potential is bound to be dredged up without limit—especially when that person is a Heaven-Tier Great Perfection expert.
Watching Wu Chengtian and the others take wound after wound, He Dantou's people were still gloating—until they realized something was off, for these people had suddenly switched to a reckless, death-defying way of fighting!
My God! Are these bastards out of their minds? No grudge from before, no feud of late—is it really worth throwing your lives away like idiots for a single order from Wei Zhao? Have they all been brainwashed or what!
He Dantou could not help but want to curse aloud. True, they held the advantage now, and barring accidents a great victory was certain in the end; but with Wu Chengtian and the others fighting so desperately, even if they laughed last, they would have to pay a grievous price.
And that price might well be He Dantou himself, dragged down to perish together with them.
"Tch, you think desperation can win you the day? What a laughable fantasy—enough to make one's teeth fall out laughing!" He Dantou sneered. And if it came to fighting desperately without fear of death, who could outdo the biochemical experts he had brought along?
At a slight signal from his eyes, the biochemical experts understood at once. Two of them took grievous wounds to blunt the mutual-destruction killing blows of Wu Chengtian and Yu Bing, while He Dantou and the rest, prowling the edges, waited for the chance to strike a fatal blow!
But just then, He Dantou's eyelid twitched, and his heart lurched.
A person—an utterly ordinary old man, with no ripple of true qi about him, no aura of a master, an old man plain as plain could be—suddenly, without the slightest warning, appeared at the very center of the battlefield.
"It's been so long since I traded blows with anyone that these old bones are about to rust," the old man said with a faint, self-mocking smile.
With that, he aimed a simple punch at the empty air beside him—seemingly at no target at all, as though merely stretching his limbs in the void.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Three thunderous reports rang out in quick succession. He Dantou's eyes bulged round, his jaw dropped so far it nearly unhinged, and his mind went blank; for a long while he could not collect himself.
With that single motion of the old man's, the three biochemical experts he had brought had all been punched through the chest, reduced to three lifeless corpses!
"Not bad. Seems I haven't much regressed," the old man said, nodding calmly as he surveyed the wretched deaths of the three biochemical experts.