Chapter 176: Not Wang Jianqiang? Could It Be the Second?

In mid-air, the blood-colored tentacles had already dissipated, revealing Bai Wuqing who had been submerged within them.

After enduring Long Aoyu's full-force strike, although Bai Wuqing's complexion appeared slightly pale.

His aura, however, had barely slipped.

He had only suffered some minor injuries.

Looking at Long Aoyu, by contrast.

He had inexplicably been sent flying backward, blood coughing out of his mouth in large gulps as if it were worthless!

That shrill, miserable scream from before had come precisely from Long Aoyu's mouth.

"What is going on!"

"What has happened to Daoist Friend Long?"

"It was clearly Wang Jianqiang who was struck, so why is it that Daoist Friend Long is the one injured instead?"

Seeing this, the eight people all revealed expressions of shock and confusion.

"It's that battle robe!"

Following that, the gaze of one of the eight flashed.

They looked straight at the battle robe on Bai Wuqing's body.

The other seven were startled and also looked over.

Only then did they discover that the tattered clothes on Bai Wuqing's body, which had been slashed by the sharp energy, had long since disappeared.

Replacing them was a magnificent landscape battle robe.

When the group was in the outside world, they were all geniuses of their respective factions and were not lacking in discernment; upon seeing this battle robe, they reacted instantly.

This battle robe could reflect an enemy's attack!

At the same time.

In mid-air, Long Aoyu had already stabilized his figure.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at the Shanshui Yunxiu Robe on Bai Wuqing's body with a gloomy expression.

The eight people who came with him could guess the effect of the Shanshui Yunxiu Robe, but as the victim, he naturally felt it more clearly.

The majority of the power from his attack had been reflected back, acting upon his own body.

The opponent had only endured a very small portion of the power.

This was what had created the scene where, after his strike, the opponent was safe and sound, while he himself had suffered heavy injuries.

However, although this treasure was strong, it could not reflect attacks infinitely.

There must be an upper limit.

Once his attack exceeded this limit, he could break this treasure and defeat the opponent.

Thinking of this.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"I didn't expect you to actually possess such a bizarre Magic Treasure!"

"No wonder you can sit firmly on the first throne of the Battle Stele."

"It's just a pity that even this Magic Treasure cannot protect you today!"

As soon as his voice fell, a blood-colored light flashed in his palm, a blood-colored bead appeared, and he immediately pressed it against his own glabella without hesitation.

This blood-colored bead was named the Blood Erosion Demon Bead, and it was precisely the trump card he had prepared to challenge Wang Jianqiang.

This bead was a secret treasure refined from the blood energy of over a dozen Golden Core Stage geniuses, supplemented by the special Secret Technique of the Blood Demon Sect.

It could double his power in a short period of time!

He was already a top-tier powerhouse among Golden Core Stage Perfection Cultivators.

With his power doubled on this foundation.

Unless he faced an enemy at the Nascent Soul Stage or above, he was confident he could easily defeat any Cultivator!

The moment the Blood Erosion Demon Bead touched his glabella, the entire bead seemed to melt, instantly merging into his glabella.

Following that, his aura instantly surged by more than double.

Blood energy continuously overflowed from the pores all over his body.

Within his eyes, thick blood-colored light swirled.

His entire expression was ferocious, and under the shroud of blood-colored mist, he was like a terrifying blood demon.

Even his voice became ferocious.

"Wang Jianqiang, this is a gift I specially prepared for you."

"Are you~ satisfied?"

The moment his voice fell, his entire body suddenly transformed into a blood-colored rainbow light, instantly crossing dozens of zhang of void to appear before Bai Wuqing.

A palm wreathed in blood energy thrust out violently.

A hand of blood, condensed as if it were solid, suddenly formed and slapped onto Bai Wuqing's chest.

The next moment.

Long Aoyu, who was as domineering as a god or demon, suddenly erupted with a howl even more miserable than before.

His whole body seemed to have suffered a heavy blow; the blood energy on his body instantly dissipated by more than half, and he was sent flying backward.

Everywhere he passed, he scattered a large amount of blood along the way.

Those ferocious eyes that had been emitting thick blood-colored light instantly became much clearer.

Whoosh~

Before Long Aoyu could stabilize his figure.

Bai Wuqing's figure flashed, appearing behind Long Aoyu, who was flying backward.

He struck out with a palm.

A massive palm of Spiritual Power condensed in an instant and then slammed into Long Aoyu's body.

Long Aoyu sprayed another mouthful of blood wildly.

His direction shifted, and he was sent flying backward again.

Bai Wuqing's gaze was cold and sharp; his figure flashed, and he struck out with another palm.

Long Aoyu let out a miserable groan and flew backward in yet another direction.

By this moment, the injuries on his body were extremely severe.

His aura had dropped significantly.

"Daoist Friend Long!"

Only then did the eight people who had accompanied him finally react.

"I, Lu, will help you buy some time."

"Hurry and save Daoist Friend Long!"

Among the eight, one person shouted in a low voice.

Hearing this, the other seven immediately rushed out.

The person who had shouted did not rush out with the seven, but instead shifted their gaze, staring straight at Bai Wuqing, a flash of Spirit Light suddenly crossing their eyes.

Bai Wuqing, who was just about to continue attacking Long Aoyu, suddenly felt a pain in his head, and his consciousness experienced a momentary trance.

When his consciousness returned to clarity, he discovered that Long Aoyu had already been shielded behind eight figures.

His expression tightened.

He turned his head to look at the person who called themselves Lu, his gaze flickering.

A Soul attack?

The Shanshui Yunxiu Robe could defend against all physical attacks, but it could not defend against Soul attacks.

The reason his consciousness had suddenly fallen into a trance just now was precisely because he had been struck by this person's Soul attack.

However, although this person was skilled in Soul attacks, their cultivation was only at the Golden Core Late Stage, and their Soul Power was limited; being able to make him trance for an instant was already their limit.

This point could be seen from the pale complexion that had come over them after that one strike.

Although it was disgusting, the threat was not significant.

"Wang Jianqiang, you rely on a Magic Treasure to win; I, Long, do not accept this!"

Just at this moment, a voice suddenly arrived.

Bai Wuqing withdrew his attention from the person who called themselves Lu and looked at Long Aoyu.

At this moment, Long Aoyu was standing behind his seven companions with a pale face, his expression filled with unwillingness.

"Relying on a Magic Treasure?"

Bai Wuqing gave a disdainful laugh upon hearing this, "Did you, Long Aoyu, not rely on external objects? To lose is to lose; why make so many excuses?"

His words were full of sarcasm.

The frustration of being ignored by Long Aoyu had finally been repaid with some interest at this moment.

"I—"

Long Aoyu was left speechless upon hearing this.

Just then, Bai Wuqing's voice continued, "And when did I ever tell you that I was Wang Jianqiang?"

"Wanting to challenge others but failing to even recognize the person—calling you an idiot is an insult to the word 'idiot'."

"You are not Wang Jianqiang?"

Hearing Bai Wuqing's words, Long Aoyu's breath hitched.

His complexion became even uglier.

If this person was not Wang Jianqiang, then who had he lost to?

Could it be the second-ranked Jiang Xuan?

Thinking of this, he found it somewhat difficult to accept.

He had come today aiming for the first place on the Battle Stele; even if he had lost to Wang Jianqiang, he would have felt unwilling, let alone losing to the second-ranked Jiang Xuan on the Battle Stele.

At this moment, he felt his pride had received a heavy blow.

At the same time, the people in front of Long Aoyu also thought of Jiang Xuan, the second on the Battle Stele.

They all felt a sense of disbelief.

Back in Shenhuo City, Long Aoyu had looked down upon all heroes, far surpassing other Cultivators in the same city; even in front of Ye Lingyun, he was only slightly at a disadvantage.

Upon arriving in Shenfeng City, he couldn't even defeat the second-ranked person on the Battle Stele??