I Can See Your Combat Power

Even though his body was covered with strange fire armor, the cold feeling of dread couldn’t stop rising in his heart, as if his whole body was paralyzed and he couldn’t even turn around.

The tables turned abruptly, leaving Xiao Ziyu open for attack. The silver-gray giant reached out and grabbed his head, lifting him into the air.

The strange fire armor exploded in an attempt to burn the giant, but was blocked by a heaven-sent silver armor, making no progress. The innate Qi covering the giant’s body had an amazing ability to control spirits.

But the strange fire was still a spiritual object of heaven and earth, and even the Gen Earth Innate Qi couldn’t protect him for too long.

Tang Luo didn’t plan to drag it out. Since he had promised the Sect Head to take on this task, he would make it quick.

While activating the Ghost Shadow Step, he opened his huge mouth, radiating with five-colored lights, towards the Monument Dragon Diagram on Xiao Ziyu’s back, after the Void Stomach had refined ninety million divine medicines to their extreme with the Innate Yin-Yang Grinding Mill.

Countless streaming lights roared out when the giant opened his mouth, hitting the back of the fire puppet held in the giant’s hand.

The Arbitrator announced the end of the duel in shock as Xiao Qi’s Divine Dragon Shadow rushed towards the giant’s arm like a mysterious light. Xiao Ziyu’s eight dragons, who rolled back for aid, let out a mournful cry and disappeared into nothingness. The Monument Dragon Diagram, facing the full force of the Innate Divine Sword, exploded without putting up any resistance, taking out Xiao Ziyu’s entire back with it.

The giant’s mouth was still emitting flowing lights. After the Innate Divine Sword shattered the Monument Dragon Diagram, it rushed into Xiao Ziyu’s body. His lungs, heart, and every part of Xiao Ziyu’s life was thoroughly shattered by the fully activated Innate Divine Sword.

Feeling the attack of the Divine Dragon Shadow, the giant flung Xiao Ziyu towards the Dragon Shadow like a streak of red light.

Xiao Qi’s Divine Dragon Shadow quickly changed its course to catch Xiao Ziyu’s body gently. But the Xiao Ziyu of the moment was a far cry from his initial state in battle.

The extraordinary might of the strange fire armor, once free from the restraint of the Fire God’s bloodline, dispersed distinctively and was extinguished. It was only after the strange fire armor disappeared that everyone saw the current state of Xiao Ziyu – a giant hole ran through his back and front, his heart and lungs were missing, and a huge amount of blood was gushing out, dying his originally bright red clothes dark red.

Just one strike had left the once invincible “Eight Flame Dragons” Xiao Ziyu critically injured and on the verge of death. It might not even be appropriate to say “on the verge of death” because any Warrior shedding mortal form who lost their heart was undoubtedly dead.

Having done all this, Tang Luo quickly switched positions and returned to the peak of the northern side, warily guarding against Xiao Qi, who had already landed, and the white-haired old man who was flying down from the eastern side.

The Arbitrator at this time was full of grief, holding Xiao Ziyu’s body and landing on the ground, shouting for a doctor while continuously stuffing spiritual medicine into Xiao Ziyu’s empty chest and abdomen.

Seeing the state of Xiao Ziyu’s body as soon as he landed, the, white-haired old man’s face changed. His spiritual power swept up Xiao Ziyu’s body and he began to administer treatment.

First, a green light from his left hand filled Xiao Ziyu’s chest and abdomen, then his right hand pressed against Xiao Ziyu’s crown. The pouch at his waist automatically opened, and precious medicines worth millions of gold pieces were fed into Xiao Ziyu’s mouth one by one.

But Xiao Ziyu showed no sign of improvement, his face becoming even grayer. The white-haired old man’s face grew more solemn, and after a while, the green light dissipated in despair.

With the green light gone, everyone could clearly see that although Xiao Ziyu was no longer bleeding and the hole in his chest and abdomen was now filled with a kind of green substance, he was no longer breathing.

The white-haired old man looked dejected and said to Xiao Qi on the side, “Young clan leader, sorry for your loss.”

Although he had done his best, Xiao Ziyu’s injuries were too serious for him to save. For a physician, there was nothing more frustrating than this.

In martial arts, there are wins and losses, and with those come life and death. This wasn’t child’s play. Choosing the path of a warrior meant that one might die, but Xiao Ziyu’s death came too quickly and too suddenly. Just a moment ago, he was still holding the upper hand, so how did one blow end his life?

The powerful spectators had a sense of baffling illusion. Only in the phoenix carriage from the southern sky, Clan Head of the Mi Clan, Mi Hai, and an old man with a strange appearance were still smiling.

“Grandfather, your curse technique is unfathomable. Even though I’m sitting next to you, I can’t feel any fluctuation of the curse. I think Xiao Ziyu wouldn’t know, even if he died, why his body is rigid and even his fingers can’t move. ” Mi Hai looked at the top of Red Cloud Peak in chaos and complimented the old man next to him.

The old man, who was called grandfather, seemed like someone who had been dug out from a grave, with a corpse-like stench all over his body, his pupils showing a strange paleness, and corpse spots on his cheek and neck that were even more terrifying to look at.

Having studied the curse technique for over a hundred years, the elderly Mi Clan member spent his days with corpses and demons. Although his frontal combat ability wasn’t top tier, his invisible and lethal curse technique was ranked first in the Mi Clan. That’s why Clan Head Mi Jin and Young Clan Head Mi Shen chose him to execute this from several plans.

“An excellent plan requires the victim to believe that they have achieved the result themselves.”

They still remembered how Mi Shen explained the plan to them before they left, “The great-grandfather’s curse technique is enough to subdue Xiao Ziyu for a moment. Leave the rest to Tang Luo.”

Upon returning to the clan, Mi Yang had already detailed their failed assault, giving the Mi Family even more confidence in this seemingly rudimentary plan. Although they were reluctant to admit it, Tang Luo was currently the strongest Warrior shedding mortal form in Xiling.

Even from a certain perspective, he was stronger than Xu Lao Ying, who dominated Xiling. He had a powerful body that could withstand the peak-level attacks of the Fierce Realm, an Innate Divine Sword that could cut off divine willows, protective Innate Gen Earth Qi, and ghost-like body movement.

Any Warrior shedding mortal form would probably only feel despair in the face of Tang Luo, and Xiao Ziyu was no exception.

Helping the weak design the strong is actually quite troublesome because it involves a lot of weakening processes. But helping the strong design the weak is easy. All you have to do is give a little push, and the strong can cleanly and neatly get the job done.

Just like what Tang Luo is doing now, Clan Head Mi Hai and the curse master Mi Ju in the phoenix carriage were smiling very satisfied.

Meanwhile, on top of the Red Cloud Peak, looking at the mournful and regretful expressions of the Xiao Family warriors and hearing the whispers of the watching strong clansmen, Tang Luo yawned impatiently and bellowed, “Hey, hey, hey, can you guys give it a rest? He challenged me, a trash, and got himself killed. What’s the point of trying to save him? Just hurry up and announce my victory already. I need to get back to sleep!”

Arrogant, proud, and invincible.

This sharp and heartless speech enraged the strong men of the Xiao Family in an instant. Even the invited clan warriors watching the battle cast dissatisfied glances at Tang Luo.