Published: February 10, 2025
Hongxiang was truly feeling frustrated.
He initially thought that just acting a bit would suffice, but he never expected to genuinely feel this way now.
How could that old man Huyan be so powerful?
Hongxiang really didn’t understand why, as fellow level eight royalty, there was such a huge gap between his strength and Huyan’s.
That punch seemed to come from the void, and he couldn’t even dodge it.
This was different from Ye Zhongming’s ability, which could suddenly make his body feel heavy; that was a kind of restraint, while the power Huyan possessed was one of helplessness.
A helplessness of knowing the fist was right there, yet unable to evade it.
Hongxiang knew that if it were anyone else, even a level seven royal, they would be unable to dodge and would undoubtedly be struck down. He merely managed to slightly shift his body.
Right now, he had no sensation in his entire left arm.
To put it into perspective, he was wearing two pieces of defensive gear!
The heaviness inside his body eased a bit after spitting out a mouthful of blood, but the murderous aura from Huyan immediately enveloped him, causing Hongxiang to curse inwardly.
That old man, why is he fixated on me? There’s a young and strong one over there!
But despite his thoughts, at the moment of life and death, King Hongxiang still exerted the strength expected of a royal.
Sensing the danger, Hongxiang didn’t even take a look; instead, he rubbed his still movable hand against the ground and slipped away.
Huyan’s fist struck the spot where Hongxiang had just been, sending a large amount of rubble flying in all directions inside the Royal Tent.
Behind him, multiple sword shadows arrived.
He silently lamented the wasted opportunity. Huyan didn’t care about appearances at all; bent over, he tried to learn from Hongxiang and used both hands to grab the ground before charging forward, aiming to kill Hongxiang with another raised fist.
Under normal circumstances, Huyan’s response would have been flawless, as his strength far exceeded that of his two opponents, allowing him to handle their attacks with ease. If it weren't for the previously unexpected unknown attack, he would have maintained control of the battlefield until the very end.
However, he still underestimated Ye Zhongming.
In the moment before he dodged, Huyan’s body abruptly halted, as if ten thousand layers of weight were pressing down on him, causing his movement to come to an instant stop.
Jumping Gravity!
The Earth Spirit struck again, and for the first time, it unleashed the ability to alter gravity, aiming to catch Huyan off guard.
Ye Zhongming had initially planned to use this during their confrontation, so he hadn’t revealed the ambush he wasn’t confident in. But now, if he didn’t act, Hongxiang might really be in danger.
In another scenario, Ye Zhongming might not have cared about Hongxiang’s life or death, but right now, he couldn’t allow him to die. He was the only ally Ye Zhongming had here; everyone else was busy preventing Huyan’s people from intervening.
The ten thousand layers seal blade slash struck Huyan.
Sounds of tearing flesh came, accompanied by splatters of blood filling the air, but Ye Zhongming felt no joy. Instead, he retreated swiftly.
Caught off guard, Huyan was slashed on the back by Ye Zhongming, but he wasn’t cleaved in two. Instead, dark energy surged around him, absorbing a large portion of the power from Ye Zhongming’s strongest attack!
He had initially planned to brace himself on the ground and push forward, but instead, he used the momentum from his hands to leap backwards, rolling in mid-air as that terrifying punch aimed towards Ye Zhongming.
So fast, and the counterattack was so fierce! Ye Zhongming had no choice but to use one hand to grip the sand dance, which still hadn’t fully lost its momentum, while the other hand collided with the incoming fist.
The black flame-encased fist met the fist surrounded by white light.
“Power of the Rift!”
“Sky Cutting!”
Both fighters unleashed their ultimate moves.