Chapter 773: Is This the Holy Land?

It was as if he had become a completely different person, and seeing Xu Jie's still-resolute gaze, this Holy Land inner disciple also smiled with interest.

"Not a bad state of mind, but sadly some things cannot be changed merely by having a firm heart."

"Following up on what I just said, you're curious how I did that, right? This time I'll be a bit slower so you can see more clearly."

As the words fell, the youth's figure vanished again, but this time it was indeed noticeably slower than the previous two.

So, at the exact moment the youth appeared, Xu Jie also turned his head in sync.

"Not bad reflexes."

But still nothing changed, and Xu Jie was once again sent flying.

"The greatest strength of Emperor-tier cultivation techniques lies in some of the methods related to the Great Emperor, such as this spatial power."

"Of course, this isn't true spatial power, after all it's a force that only someone who has truly reached the Great Emperor realm can master."

"But, by cultivating Emperor realm techniques, one can still grasp a bit of the fringe, for example using space to move, with speed surpassing body techniques."

Hearing this disciple's explanation, Xu Jie was already utterly shocked—is this the power of Emperor-tier cultivation techniques?

And Holy Land disciples being able to cultivate such techniques shows the genuine disparity in foundation.

The situation was completely reversed, and this scene wasn't just where Xu Jie was—the whole battlefield was the same, so the overall situation seemed to change in an instant.

The disciples of Qingtian Holy Land, including the various Elders, gradually gained the upper hand.

All the forces observing the battle saw their expressions change again, except for Yunluo Shèngzhǔ and Yaochi Shèngzhǔ, who remained calm.

After all, this was long anticipated; the gap in the ranks of cultivation techniques and arts is something the present Dao Yi Sect cannot make up for, no matter what.

Moreover, no one would bring out Saint-tier or Emperor-tier techniques and arts.

Even though Yunluo Shèngzhǔ and Yaochi Shèngzhǔ now have decent relations with the Dao Yi Sect, it's impossible for them to pass down techniques and arts of that level.

This is the true foundation of the Holy Land, and also the reason why the Holy Land has always stood at the pinnacle of the Human Race.

Therefore, if the Dao Yi Sect truly wants to take this step and achieve the honor of the Holy Land, it must defeat Qingtian Holy Land before it can possess such a foundation.

However, no one knows whether the Dao Yi Sect can actually accomplish this.

At least for now, facing the huge gap in the ranks of cultivation techniques and arts, the disciples of the Dao Yi Sect don't have any good solutions.

This is an outright crushing.

Xu Jie tried many methods, but every time he attacked, that inner disciple easily blocked it and then readily counterattacked.

Saint-tier techniques cannot be blocked, and Emperor-tier cultivation methods offer no way to break through at all.

Before he knew it, Xu Jie was covered in wounds.

Once again he was sent flying, but this time, from different directions, Zhao Zhengping and Liu Shuang also came flying backward, the three colliding hard in midair before falling to the ground.

"Cough cough cough....."

He kept coughing up fresh blood from his mouth; glancing at Zhao Zhengping and Liu Shuang, their situation was also dire.

Meanwhile, the three Qingtian Holy Land inner disciples who had been fighting the trio stood shoulder to shoulder, coldly smiling as they looked at Zhao Zhengping and his two companions.

"Leaving other things aside, this vitality is indeed vigorous."

One of the female disciples snorted coldly; hearing that, the other two also laughed in response.

"Isn't this perfect? It lets us play a bit longer."

"I haven't encountered such an interesting plaything in a long time."

"Hehe, what the junior brother says is correct."

Facing the trio's mockery, Zhao Zhengping and his two companions shakily rose to their feet, their bodies already stained red with blood.

By now, the three of them have realized they underestimated the Holy Land too much.

They thought the present Dao Yi Sect already had the strength to rival the Holy Land, but they overlooked one thing.

The Holy Land's ability to stand atop the Human Race for so many years without falling, and with no one daring to provoke it, is not merely about having prestige.

In many aspects, the gap between the Holy Land and other sects is considerable.

Right now, the three of them are perhaps the most direct in feeling the gap between the Dao Yi Sect and the Holy Land.

"Is this the Holy Land?"

Xu Jie said with a bitter smile, claiming to be unhurt is false; with the same cultivation, they train in techniques and arts of a higher rank, so they can crush you.

This isn't a matter of talent or personal fault; it's the disparity in foundation between the two sides.

"So what if it's the Holy Land? Having come this far, there's no retreat—only a fight to the death."

"Senior Brother, you're still as stubborn as ever, but this time I actually agree with you."

Hearing that, Xu Jie laughed and said.

Although the three of them are covered in wounds, their fighting spirit has not diminished at all.

Seeing Zhao Zhengping and his two companions standing shoulder to shoulder, the three Qingtian Holy Land inner disciples laughed.

"Isn't it only interesting when the plaything puts up a fight? If you just casually kill it, it'd be too boring."

"Interesting—I hope you can hold out a bit longer so we can have more fun."

Saying that, the three inner disciples launched another attack, and Zhao Zhengping's trio, showing no fear, rushed forward directly.

Faced with the suppression of cultivation technique and art ranks, the three of them had no good options and could only meet force with force.

However, after just a single exchange, the result was still suppression; but at that moment, the cultivators from the various great sects, who had not yet made a move, also joined the battlefield.

A few young cultivators joined the battle, helping Zhao Zhengping's trio resist Qingtian Holy Land.

"Senior Brother, we've come to help you."

"Oh, a bunch of traitors didn't take the chance to flee?"

"Do you think relying on numbers can change anything?"

Even though they had the numerical advantage, the final result was still that Zhao Zhengping and his group, along with those few young cultivators, were ruthlessly sent flying.

"Cough cough.........."

After a fierce battle, one of the Holy Land's inner disciples was still struck by Zhao Zhengping's sword, but the wound quickly healed—this is the terror of an emperor-tier cultivation technique.

We can injure them, but their recovery ability is too strong—it seems to have no effect at all.

"Are we going to lose?"

The few young cultivators who just joined the battle are already despairing, seeing no hope of victory at all.

The situation right now is utterly hopeless.

Only Zhao Zhengping and his two companions haven't given up, constantly thinking of a way to break through—but how can we break it?

Just as everyone was about to fall into despair, a familiar voice came from the gate of Myriad Demons Pass.

"Jinhai Yingdi, Jinhai Yingdi..."

Only a disciple of the Dao Yi Sect could understand the meaning of those words; Zhao Zhengping and his two companions instantly brightened—this was the voice of Junior Brother Changqing.

"Senior Brother, perhaps there is still a chance; the Holy Land has its hidden depths, but our Dao Yi Sect also has its hidden depths."

"An emperor-tier cultivation technique can grant limb regeneration, but I don't believe it comes without a cost—there must be a limit, yet we are different."