Chapter 428: Hard to Oppose a Strong Foe, Falling into a Disadvantage

Seeing Shanglu rushing toward Zhao Wuyang and Zhanli, all the members of the Daoist Sect were anxious, but the Demon Soldiers were difficult to deal with, leaving them unable to spare any effort, and they could only worry in vain.

Facing the rapidly charging Shanglu, Zhanli felt only a moment of panic before immediately calming down, and he even thought of a countermeasure.

However, what Zhanli did not expect was that Zhao Wuyang actually wanted to face the enemy head-on.

He...

What is he trying to do?

Is he crazy?

Looking at Zhao Wuyang, who was pinching a Dharma Technique and striking a strange pose, Zhanli could not find a more suitable word than "suicidal."

Moreover, Zhao Wuyang actually wanted him to hold off Shanglu.

Ha!

What virtue or ability did he, Zhanli, have to hold off a Demon General like Shanglu?

But even though he was completely baffled, his body still moved forward involuntarily.

Zhanli did not know what was wrong with him, why he would listen to the nonsense of a little brat, but he did it anyway.

Perhaps it was Zhao Wuyang's firm gaze, or perhaps it was his unyielding face?

Zhanli shook his head, casting these distracting thoughts to the back of his mind.

Now was not the time to think about such things.

Zhanli pinched a Dharma Technique and flew up; the moment he got close, he spotted an opening and, with one hand using Lotus Heart Sword Intent, thrust fiercely toward Shanglu's throat.

Sparks flew and vanished in an instant; Shanglu was unscathed, not even stopping his pace.

Conversely, even though Zhanli had used all his strength, he was still pushed back continuously by Shanglu.

As expected, the difference in strength was like heaven and earth; to delusionally think of winning on sheer force was simply a pipe dream.

Listening to Zhao Wuyang's voice behind him, Zhanli was completely bewildered.

Seeing that Shanglu was about to be right in his face, not only did he not run or hide, but he actually had the heart to slowly chant a technique.

"Heavenly Authority, Heavenly Authority... Jade Pivot, Opening Light..."

When in Yunmeng Marsh, Zhao Wuyang had once used Pacing the Dipper to severely injure Guihua, which was clearly effective against the Demon Race, so this time, he followed the same pattern.

That time, Pacing the Dipper had caused Zhao Wuyang much suffering, but after three years of tempering, he was now well-versed in it.

But this time, it did not go as he had wished.

"Summon the power of the heavenly stars, descend the light to purge the evil!"

As the final Dharma Technique was uttered, Zhao Wuyang hurriedly shouted: "Zhanli, get out of the way!"

Hearing this, Zhanli turned his body and retreated to the side, however...

However, nothing happened...

Shanglu seemed unaffected at all and crashed straight toward Zhao Wuyang; with a wave of his giant arm, Zhao Wuyang was sent flying like a puppet with broken strings.

Zhao Wuyang felt a violent tremor in his internal organs, the taste of blood in his mouth, and a surge of Qi rampaging in his chest that he could not spit out, his delicate face turning blue and purple.

Zhanli took a few leaps and hurriedly arrived at Zhao Wuyang's side, helping him sit up and pressing and soothing several major acupoints along his back.

Finally, after spitting out a mouthful of blood, Zhao Wuyang was able to breathe, and his complexion improved slightly.

In the end, Pacing the Dipper relied on the power of the heavenly stars.

It succeeded in Yunmeng Marsh because the Water Mirror did not isolate the mortal world, but only shifted the time.

But the Underworld was different.

The Underworld was a world isolated from heaven and earth; although there were the Tiger Gate and the Reincarnation Path, both cut off the connection to the mortal world, so Pacing the Dipper naturally could not borrow any power.

Zhao Wuyang did not understand this, and even if he did, it was too late. Now, he could only gasp for air, enduring the tearing pain in his chest.

But would Shanglu give him a chance to breathe? From the trembling under his feet, Zhanli knew without looking back that Shanglu must be close at hand.

If it were just Zhanli alone, he could easily avoid it, but Zhao Wuyang was seriously injured and unable to move at all; he could not just abandon him and run away.

In the past, Zhanli might have really done that, but now he was Lingxiang's disciple.

In these three years, Lingxiang had not only taught Zhanli skills but also taught him many principles of being a person.

Lingxiang wanted to lead Zhanli toward the Human Dao.

Since Nanshan Jun could do it, then Zhanli could too.

Lingxiang believed so, and she was convinced of it.

Zhao Wuyang struggled to push Zhanli away; he did not want to implicate others, but being seriously injured, he could not muster any strength in his hands.

Zhanli was also stubborn; knowing Shanglu was approaching from behind, he still pulled Zhao Wuyang, attempting to take him away together.

Just at this imminent moment, a violent wind suddenly rose, carrying dust and sand, blinding everyone, and even Shanglu was forced to stop.

Although Zhanli found it strange, he did not delve into it.

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Thanks to this sandstorm, they had a chance to breathe, and while Shanglu was trapped and confused, they hid with Zhao Wuyang.

The sandstorm lasted for a long time, and when the dust settled, only Zhanli remained in front of Shanglu.

Facing the behemoth before him, Zhanli showed no fear; instead, his brows were firm and his expression solemn, quite like Lingxiang's expression when she was serious.

Zhanli was going to face Shanglu alone!

Shanglu said nothing, not even blinking an eye; he did not care at all whether one person was missing.

A silent duel seemed to be taking place between the two.

As the last bit of dust settled, Zhanli suddenly moved, using a Lotus Heart Sword Intent to thrust toward the center of Shanglu's brow.

No matter how powerful the defense, the eyes would always be the weakest point.

Shanglu remained unmoved; when Zhanli got close, he simply tilted his head to easily dodge, then swung his long arm, aiming straight for Zhanli's face.

Zhanli had long been prepared; with his left hand using the Bolan Buqing Jue, he instantly opened a Dharma Array to meet Shanglu.

This punch felt like it had slammed into cotton; Zhanli took the opportunity to sidestep, drew out a piece of Talisman Paper, pinched a Fire Formula, and threw it toward Shanglu's neck.

An explosion arrived with a boom, and Zhanli also used the air current to flip a few times and withdraw from his position.

Looking at Shanglu again, he had only stumbled a few steps before ceasing all movement; as the dust and smoke dissipated, he remained completely unscathed.

As expected, ordinary methods were simply unable to do anything to him!

A flurry of moves had been painless and ineffective, yet they seemed to have piqued Shanglu's interest; he brushed off his neck where he had been blasted, rose into the air without warning, and slammed a punch down toward Zhanli.

This time it was much faster than before; in an instant, dust and smoke rose everywhere, and the ground shook incessantly.

When the dust settled, the ground had actually sunk into a giant pit, with cracks winding and intersecting as they converged toward the center of the pit, yet standing in the pit was only Shanglu alone.

This punch had a wide reach; even though Zhanli's Body Movement was agile and he had barely dodged the heavy punch, he was still struck in the ribs by flying rubble from the shockwave.

Zhanli was in great pain, bracing himself on the ground while clutching his injury, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

Lingxiang had once said that knowing pain is a good thing, but right now was clearly not a good time for it.

Shanglu did not intend to let Zhanli go either; he lifted a giant rock and threw it toward Zhanli.

Zhanli did not rush to dodge; he adjusted his breathing, and when the giant rock was close, he leaped up, used the rock to gain leverage, and performed a somersault to dodge it.

Just as he landed, Shanglu's fist was already inches away.

Zhanli had no choice but to cross his arms to protect his face while forcing his waist to turn in an attempt to dodge; however, he was not fast enough and still took Shanglu's heavy punch squarely.

A loud boom traveled from afar to near, and Zhanli was smashed hard against a broken stone, with a surge of dust rising in its wake.