"I’ll lend him a helping hand!!"

After speaking, he flew to Zuo Wenchuan’s side.

At that moment, Zuo Wenchuan’s head was beneath an unstable sun, his chanting wavered, and his face was drenched with sweat.

This Dharma Gate is good, but it demands too much Inner Power.

Now it’s just about doing one’s best and leaving the rest to fate, sacrificing oneself if need be.

With his Inner Strength nearly depleted, Bian City’s prepared palm was already pressed behind Zuo Wenchuan.

The dried meridians were rejuvenated, and the tottering sun rose high again, invigorating Zuo Wenchuan and amplifying his chanting.

"I’ll help you too!!"

Hua Jinnian climbed up from the ground, wiped away tears, and quickly moved to Zuo Wenchuan’s side, delivering a palm.

With the assistance of these two, Zuo Wenchuan managed to escape the danger of exhausting his Inner Breath.

One after another, those kneeling in pain began to rise again.

Prince Mu sighed softly:

"Dare ants defy my will?"

Once spoken, three people in the crowd suddenly lifted their heads.

One was Shao Ziheng with the ’Huayang Sword,’ the other was Zhuo Ku with the ’Thousand Buddha Palm,’ and the last was Chang Wei of ’Gu Feng,’ fresh blood suddenly flowed down their foreheads.

They bore sinister blood marks on their cheeks.

Yet their expressions were not bewildered; they were shocked and furious:

"You deceived me..."

Before finishing the sentence, clarity faded, and their eyes dulled.

Shao Ziheng and Zhuo Ku sprung up; Shao Ziheng raised his sword to kill, and in an instant, the sky was filled with sword marks.

Zhuo Ku’s Palm Momentum was overwhelming; his massive Palm Seal fell from the sky.

These two were renowned figures in South Ridge, their Martial Arts surpassing Zuo Wenchuan and the others.

Under attack, they spared no mercy, acting with grandeur and ferocity.

Gentle’s eyes flashed; he bent a finger to strike.

But at that moment, a figure descended from the sky, his hair flying and his ornate robe fluttering.

He broke through Shao Ziheng’s ’Huayang Sword’ with a finger, then instantly pushed a single palm to clash with Zhuo Ku.

This strike was delivered in anger; Zhuo Ku previously hadn’t even greeted him and tried to seize the Celestial Secret Order.

This naturally enraged Wen Fusheng, inciting a desire to secretly kill the clueless fool.

But it wasn’t the right moment, so he held back.

Unexpectedly, this cub dared to jump out?

Wasn’t this an opportunity to settle grievances and debts?

With the palm stroke, Zhuo Ku’s body shook, blood pouring from mouth and nose.

Yet he seemed completely unaware of the pain, his Palm Force increasing as he aimed to settle matters with Wen Fusheng mid-air.

How could Wen Fusheng fear him?

His hair flew, robes moved, and with powerful strikes, he launched relentless assaults.

Zhuo Ku spat blood again... yet even on the brink of death, he refused to retreat.

At that instant, Chang Wei charged forward.

His body was trained with Hard Qi Skill, every step resonating with ground-shaking echoes, like a beast of chaos, hurtling towards Zuo Wenchuan.

Wen Fusheng’s Inner Power was profound, and although Prince Mu’s Martial Arts were sinister, they had little effect on him.

With Zuo Wenchuan’s help, he had long suppressed his internal sorrow.

Seeing Chang Wei suddenly attack, he couldn’t consider anything else and wanted to abandon Zhuo Ku and confront Chang Wei.

But at this moment, he intended to leave; Zhuo Ku refused to let him go.

With all his Inner Strength as a wager, he restrained Wen Fusheng... he was already losing in the Inner Power struggle.

This act was like inviting destruction, a fast track to death.

Clearly aiming to sacrifice himself to save Zuo Wenchuan and the others.

Wen Fusheng’s expression darkened; Chu Qing was confronting Prince Mu, though not yet clashing, but any rash move by Chu Qing would trigger a lethal attack.

While being restrained by Zhuo Ku... who could stop Chang Wei with his Hard Qi Skill?

Not a monk?

This strange old man, where has he gone now?

Amidst anxiety, a silhouette flew forth, blocking Chang Wei instantly.

"Sun Xiaoxiang!?"

Wen Fusheng was slightly stunned, then his expression changed drastically.

Sun Xiaoxiang thrust both hands, and behind him, five figures emerged.

This unique Martial Art was none other than the Ghost Emperor Modo’s Secret Technique [Five Ghosts Stealing Heaven Technique]!

As Sun Xiaoxiang’s palms struck, the five shadows behind him also reached out simultaneously.

An obscure Inner Breath gathered from all around, ultimately concentrating on Sun Xiaoxiang’s palms.

Bang!!!!

Thunderous echoes spread, as if the collision involved not just two individuals, but two mountains.

And after this loud noise, Chang Wei’s figure suddenly flew backwards.

The fierce gang wind swept in all directions, Sun Xiaoxiang flicked her sleeve, and all the gang wind gathered in front of her, without impacting the three people behind, Zuo Wenchuan.

At the same time, Zhuo Ku finally couldn’t hold on any longer.

The meridians could not withstand the inner of Celestial Inference Star Control Skill, the skin cracked, and what flowed out was not blood, but inner strength.

Poof! Poof! Poof!!!

Inner strength splattered out, followed by blood.

The next moment, Zhuo Ku’s whole person seemed like a ragged bag, full of gaps, spinning and flying out.

At this point, Wen Fusheng flew down and looked at Sun Xiaoxiang beside him:

"You... joined Ghost Emperor’s faction?"

"Not such good fortune."

Sun Xiaoxiang smiled faintly:

"Just a vanguard."

The vanguard of the Three Emperors and Five Sovereigns naturally wouldn’t come to Luochun Manor just for the Celestial Secret Order.

Could she have come because of the Celestial Evil Cult?

Wen Fusheng wanted to ask again, but Chang Wei had already gotten up.

His eyes were completely red, and a fleshy lump had emerged from his brow at some unknown time.

His eyes had long been clouded...

Such a look had been seen by many martial world experts present.

After all, there was another such person who died at the entrance of Luochun Manor this evening.

"Yama’s Order!"

Chu Qing gazed at Prince Mu:

"Ling Beichen said that the person who planted Yama’s Order in him years ago... is nearby.

"It was indeed you.

"Just didn’t expect, this skill could still hide and not show, they themselves don’t even know they were hit by this move?"

"Yama summons, it depends on whether they receive the order or not.

"Ling Beichen wasn’t willing, so he can only be a madman.

"They are willing, the situation would naturally be different.

"So, young master, this is not the first time you and I have crossed paths."

Prince Mu sighed:

"I don’t want to be at odds with you, but today doesn’t seem like a good day for idle chat...

"This body is skilled in fists and feet, let me experience your martial arts."

"This body..."

Chu Qing drew the single saber, "You think fists and feet are just fists and feet? Do you really see yourself as a prince? Whatever you say it is?"

The next moment, thunder suddenly started from the ground, only to see Prince Mu’s two hands probing and gripping, as if he captured all air from the ten directions between his fists.

Then Prince Mu’s fists, like dragons emerging from the sea, struck out boldly.

What was visible to the naked eye was the spiral of fierce winds, enveloping fist power within the gang wind, truly like two fierce dragons charging menacingly towards Chu Qing.

In Chu Qing’s eyes, a divine light flashed, the single saber rose, cutting into the space between thickness and thinness, the sharp edge starting from the weak point, the body followed the saber’s movements, breaking through endless fist winds.

Yet, the next moment, a grayish fist thudded down heavily.

Chu Qing’s single saber trembled, the fist landed heavily on the blade.

Buzz!!!

Crack!!

The sound of the saber ringing was accompanied by the cracking sound, Chu Qing’s saber wasn’t any good to begin with, Prince Mu’s fist was too hard, his inner strength too strong, this punch unexpectedly made a crack appear in Chu Qing’s saber.

If not for Chu Qing’s protection with inner strength, ten such sabers would shatter beneath this punch.

The next moment, heavy saber edges dragging, using seven turns to aid seven extremes, using seven extremes to bring in seven injuries, a strike like lightning rushing, swiftly slashed towards Prince Mu’s neck.

Crack!!!

The saber edge entered the throat, but what broke this time wasn’t the head.

It was the saber!

The already damaged blade at this moment completely shattered.

Chu Qing’s figure was like smoke, suddenly drifting back several meters away.

Prince Mu did not pursue, only gently brushed away the saber fragments left on his neck:

"Now you have no saber in hand, how will you manage?"

"Wanting a saber... Isn’t that simple?"

Chu Qing slightly shook his head, tossing the broken saber in hand down:

"But I’ve changed my mind, your fist technique is fierce, combined with Vajra Indestructible’s defensive methods, makes me want to test my skills."

Prince Mu’s eyes under the mask, unexpectedly sparkled with excitement:

"Good, I await with anticipation."