Chapter 734

A stream of scorching true qi oozed from Watching Bi Xuan's hands.

It raced onto Ba Fenghan's longsword, instantly burning it to shards.

Ba Fenghan startled, forced to reluctantly abandon the sword that had accompanied him for years.

"You've lost your sword—what will you fight me with now?"

Watching Bi Xuan deliberately shattered Ba Fenghan's sword, then mocked him.

"My fists can take your life just as well."

Ba Fenghan was not discouraged in the least; he dodged forward.

"Since you're so stubbornly unyielding, I'll send you on your final journey!"

Watching Bi Xuan no longer wished to prolong this—he pushed the Flame Yang Marvel Art to its peak, and searing true qi encircled him.

Soon, the once pitch-black heavens began to brighten.

"Die…"

As if transformed into a miniature sun, Watching Bi Xuan unleashed a single punch.

This punch was his strongest—he believed he could surely kill Ba Fenghan.

Ba Fenghan, seeing the overwhelming might of this punch, knew even at his full strength he could not withstand it.

His true qi was now nine-tenths depleted—he clearly could not block it.

He couldn't even evade it with his body technique.

Helpless, Ba Fenghan closed his eyes and awaited death.

"Xingjian, Sikong Yuchi—I go ahead of you."

Though he had known Sikong Yuchi Zhen and Pei Xingjian only briefly,

Ba Fenghan had already regarded them as his closest brothers.

At the moment of death, he thought of them.

"Hehe! Die!"

Seeing Ba Fenghan make no move to evade, Watching Bi Xuan was overjoyed.

Boom—

Just as Watching Bi Xuan was about to strike down Ba Fenghan, a torrential bolt of Lei Ting suddenly slashed past Ba Fenghan's side.

It struck directly toward Watching Bi Xuan's punch.

Boom!

The Lei Ting collided with Watching Bi Xuan's punch—he felt himself unable to hold back.

Worse, his spirit was violently shaken, filling him with shock.

"What is this…?"

Once a martial artist reaches the Earthly Immortal Realm, they can summon celestial phenomena.

While few can summon Lei Ting, some can.

But no martial artist who summons Lei Ting has ever affected the spirit realm, have they?

"Let me use this Lei Ting to shatter the darkness!"

As Watching Bi Xuan hesitated, a voice like Lei Ting suddenly rang out within Yanmen Pass.

The next instant, a mass of Lei Guang surged upward.

As it rose, the previously clear night sky erupted into violent change.

Dark clouds instantly gathered, and countless lightning serpents slithered through them.

Then, the mass of Lei Guang drew the sky inward.

Countless lightning serpents rushed toward it, gathering around it.

In an instant, it resembled an ancient Thunder God descending upon the world.

"Lei… Shen…"

"Has the Thunder God descended?"

The entire battlefield, once fierce, fell silent.

Both Yuan and Tang armies stared, dumbfounded, at the mass of Lei Guang.

"Meng Chixing, Watching Bi Xuan—take this!"

From within the Lei Guang came a voice both Meng Chixing and Watching Bi Xuan faintly recognized.

Then two thick bolts of Lei Ting, shaped like raging dragons, slammed toward Meng Chixing and Watching Bi Xuan.

Watching Bi Xuan, still reeling from the earlier strike, nearly lost his Flame Yang Marvel Art.

He knew that even the previous Lei Ting had been terrifying—this one looked far worse.

So he dared not block it; instead, he shouted to Meng Chixing,

"Master Mo, hold on—I'll go get reinforcements!"

After saying that, he immediately used his lightness skill and turned around, running away at top speed.

"…"

Meng Chixing's face darkened—aside from himself and Watching Bi Xuan, was there even a third expert among the Yuan forces who ranked above or equal to him?

Can't you Watching Bi Xuan come up with a better excuse to betray your ally?!

Though he grumbled, the Lei Long arrived in an instant.

Meng Chixing, never having suffered defeat before, thought: Lightning? What's there to fear?

He immediately ignored Pei Xingjian, gathered his true qi and spiritual force, and struck the Lei Long head-on.

Boom—

With a heaven-shaking roar, Seeing Meng Chixing was sent flying off the city tower by that bolt of Lei Long, crashing heavily into the Yuan troops outside.

Sparks flew in a trail of lightning, and countless Yuan soldiers died because of it.

Puh!

After coming to a stop, Meng Chixing spat out a huge mouthful of black blood, his face turning green.

What the hell kind of Lei Ting is this? How could it produce such a massive impact on the spirit?

Meng Chixing had always relied primarily on spiritual power, so this time he suffered a great hidden loss.

"Who are you?"

Slightly suppressing his injuries, Meng Chixing raised his head to look at that Lei Guang and asked, unwilling to accept it.

Over the past few days, this had already been the third time he was wounded, and all three times it was the hardest-to-heal spiritual wound.

And this time, the injury was the heaviest of all.

After all, he never expected that what was clearly a fierce, overbearing Lei Ting would secretly contain a spiritual shock.

"Tuichuyan Sect! Otherwise, die!"

That ball of Lei Guang gradually dispersed, revealing a figure.

"Sikong Yuchi Zhen…"

Everyone recognized this person!

Wasn't this the very Sikong Yuchi Zhen who, just days ago, had charged about recklessly relying on his Kang Long Mace, so that even Meng Chixing and Watching Bi Xuan dared not meet his edge?

Yesterday he was clearly taken away by Yi Tianxing, wasn't he?

Could Yi Tianxing be the one pulling strings behind this?

But that doesn't add up either!

If Yi Tianxing had any intention of helping the Great Tang, why would he need to act like this?

Besides, Yi Tianxing doesn't even have that kind of ability, alright?

The current Sikong Yuchi Zhen is no longer the Sikong Yuchi Zhen of before!

A single strike was enough to wound an expert of the Heavenly Dao Gold List caliber like Meng Chixing, and this time it wasn't even by relying on the Kang Long Mace.

If Yi Tianxing had such great ability, he probably wouldn't be a hall master, but the Dragon Head, alright?

Meng Chixing's thoughts raced as he was in the middle of complaining.

After the Yuan soldiers clearly saw it was Sikong Yuchi Zhen, terror gripped their hearts, and they no longer dared stay atop the city wall.

They fled in panic, scrambling down from the city wall in a frantic rush.

Didn't you see that even the Demon Master was beaten so badly in a single strike?