Daoist Competition

In a corner of the Star Stone, there were occasional explosions of thunder and the sound of roaring waves, within a range of about five miles, thousands of Devils were flying and howling in mid-air. From time to time, sword light and emerald air shuttled among them, almost completely obscuring the silhouettes of the Fighting Cultivators.

Feng Haiyang, along with several Xuanmen Sect Disciples, had been fiercely fighting for nearly an hour. With the assistance of the Moving Technique and the Netherworld Escape Technique, he alone suppressed all of the Xuanmen Sect disciples in this place.

However, despite this, the battle situation had already reached a tense stalemate, making it seemingly impossible for any side to achieve a quick victory.

Although Nie Gui of the Nanhua Sect was saved from death by his brother’s self-sacrifice, he was still severely wounded by Feng Haiyang, almost losing his Dharma power.

If he had a token talisman in hand, he might have found a way to leave the Star Stone, but it had already been taken by Feng Haiyang, leaving him stranded here.

As fellow Xuanmen Sect practitioners, the Yang couple and True Master Tong’s brother couldn’t outright ignore him and could only do their utmost to protect him. Feng Haiyang’s actions were evidently intentional, forcing them to devote someone to look after him.

At this moment, a thunderous sound came, three rounds of Purple Light burst open amidst the emerald hue, with residual waves rippling outwards, scattering any nearby Devils without exception.

Yang Bi observed the unimpeded daylight shining down and exclaimed in admiration, "True Master Tong has impressive methods; Madam, join me in striking again and see how much mana he can still muster."

Zhu Xin responded crisply, and the couple rotated the sword plate, sending up a pair of sword light like waterfalls, resembling two ribbons ascending to the skies, tearing through the void. After slaying hundreds of Devils in succession, the momentum finally subsided, just as the sky cleared up, only for a wave of turbulent Tribulation Water to surge below, where another thousand Devils viciously leaped out, seemingly endless.

Seeing the situation, the Yang couple felt a bit powerless, having no choice but to turn back, sending sword light to slash at the enemies again.

Tong Yingyuan seized this opportunity, hurriedly beckoning with his hand to retrieve the three Purple Sun Seeds still in the sky, capturing them into his palm and steadying his Heart and Spirit.

Since entering the battle circle, he had been unrivaled; once the three Treasure Seeds were deployed, they would definitely dissipate a large swath of the Devils filling the Void.

However, these items were not Dharma Treasures and could neither protect nor defend; their use required the consumption of a significant amount of mana, which made him extremely cautious every time he acted.

Feng Haiyang seemed to have noticed his weakness, and during the battle, more than seventy percent of his attacks targeted him, as if attempting to eliminate him first.

Tong Yingyuan was also dealing with it frantically, and if it were not for the Yang couple nearby, he would likely find it difficult to act calmly.

He looked up to see that Feng Haiyang was now being restrained, so he spoke to a fat Cultivator at his side, "Junior Duan, shield me while I recover for a moment."

Another Disciple from the Taihao Sect, named Duan Liao, was present. He had a spacious Cloud Raft and was responsible for looking after Nie Gui. Seeing Tong Yingyuan addressing him, he instantly beamed and cupped his hands, saying, "As you command, my little brother."

He pointed with his hand, causing a Banana Giant Leaf to fly out from the Gang Cloud above, expansive like a fan, providing shade from the sun and of considerable size, comparable to the vast Green Jade Gourd beneath Tong Yingyuan’s feet, seemingly capable of sheltering a thousand people.

Tong Yingyuan did not dare to sit down but stood and slightly circulated his Cultivation Technique a few times, then halted after seven or eight breaths.

Strangely, Feng Haiyang’s offensive had only grown more fierce, and without his assistance, the Yang couple would be equally unable to withstand it.

After close observation, Tong Yingyuan held the three Purple Sun Seeds in his palm without deploying them but instead activated the "Bihua Thunderwood Sword." With a shout and a point of his finger, it transformed into hundreds of somber wooden swords, simultaneously shooting toward the sky blue, piercing the Devils along the way.

Seeing the imposing onslaught, Feng Haiyang did not underestimate it and coolly summoned rushing Tribulation Water to resist.

The Yang couple immediately withdrew their swords and retreated, transforming into a beam of light and dashing under the Banana Leaf, where they finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Reaching this point in the battle, they too felt quite strained, not finding it any easier than Tong Yingyuan.

Yang Bi shook his head and said, "What is Feng Haiyang doing? Is he trying to fight us to the death?"

Earlier in the air, although it was only a brief moment, Feng Haiyang’s myriad of tactics almost made even him unable to parry.

Zhu Xin also had lingering fears and said, "That Devil is truly bizarre; if it were not for your timely intervention, I’m afraid I would have been injured by it."

Recalling the fate of those killed earlier, her face turned slightly pale.