I Can See Your Combat Power

Could it be that all the delaying tactics they had used against this monster over the past few days finally wore him down? If that was the case, it would be excellent news.

Just as several Martial Ancestors were about to burst into victorious smiles, they saw Tang Sen hoist a gigantic piece of golden rock, the size of a house, weighing tens of tons, which he had pulled from the ground.

This huge, irregular golden object was hoisted above Tang Sen’s head, then hurled with force towards the Mi Clan’s joint forces. Like a meteor appearing out of nowhere, this enormous golden rock clashed fiercely with the spiritual energy of the world as it streaked towards a warrior from the Mi Clan’s joint forces.

Cao Xiong, who had long been on guard against Tang Sen, immediately responded. A jade-green light darted out from his pointing finger, striking the golden meteor along a strange arc. Just before it hit the Martial Ancestor, it disintegrated mid-air, melting into a puddle of swamp mud.

Seeing the formidable golden meteor subdued by Cao Xiong, many of the Mi Clan’s Martial Ancestors couldn’t help but smile smugly. But before their triumphant smiles could fade, they heard the sound of another meteor tearing through the air.

They turned their heads to see Tang Sen, who had been thwarted once, lift another giant golden rock and hurl it towards the opposite end of the battlefield.

Cao Xiong turned pale and hurriedly pointed his finger at the same trajectory once again, but it was too far away, and before the green light could hit the rock, it had already collided with another warrior of the joint army.

The fierce, scorching golden meteor easily shattered the warrior’s protective spiritual skills and armour. However, this double buffer allowed the warrior to react quickly. He expanded his inner power to cover his body, attaching his limbs to the meteor, and merged with the golden rock, getting thrust away.

Though not critically wounded, the Martial Ancestor who had lost his spiritual armour had effectively been expelled from the fight. This marked the emergence of a new battle method discovered by Tang Sen – the rise of the rock thrower.

Only then did the Mi Clan’s joint forces realise that their ability to push the battle line this close to the southern foot of North Mountain was not due to the Tang Clan showing signs of defeat, but a collective strategic response to Tang Sen’s new tactic.

“Everyone rise ten li. Don’t stay within this man’s throwing range.” advised Mi Yang, as he observed Tang Sen and issued commands to his troops.

If his hands were intact, he would have easily broken this little trick, but now that both his hands were useless, and Tang Sen was throwing the rocks at the lower alliance Martial Ancestors, the damage was significant.

After all, such physical attacks may have minimal returns, but they are notoriously difficult to resist. Unless one has mastered defensive techniques, those facing Tang Sen’s golden meteors will fare poorly.

A beam of light had unexpectedly appeared over the battlefield of North Mountain. More specifically, there was a figure, a mass formed by white light.

It abruptly appeared directly above the North Mountain battlefield, then its shape slowly became clearer, first forming a human shape, then limbs, followed by a robe woven from light.

As the light disappeared, a white-robed old man appeared above the battlefield, just as the Martial Ancestors of the Mi Clan’s alliance were ascending to avoid him.

The old man’s entrance was incredibly strange. Feeling fluctuations in his energy not inferior to his own, Mi Yang, who was certain he had never seen this old man before, concluded he must be reinforcement for the Tang Clan, and decisively commanded, “Prepare for combined attacks!”

Thus, just as the white-robed old man had completed his transformation, he felt several incredibly threatening combined attacks rapidly approaching him.

Three blue lotuses opened and revolved in mid-air, intending to serve as a lotus pedestal under his feet, but the white-robed old man was not interested in this honour.

“Thank goodness it’s noon!” the old man thought to himself, allowing his body to explode into tens of thousands of beams of white light, while the three blue lotuses collided with each other. The torrent of blue spiritual power turned the entire sky green, forming poisonous clouds that chilled observers to the bone.

The joint army members still under the impression they had killed the white-robed old man with their combined initial attack. After all, even a peak Fierce Realm entity would struggle under three combined Fierce Realm attacks.

But before the poisonous clouds could disperse, the joint military forces felt a hot force from above. Looking up, they saw an additional sun in the sky.

In the middle of this extra sun, several black holes appeared, corresponding to the positions of facial features, and twisting in and out of shape.

“Has the sun become sentient?”

The observers, watching the shuddering new sun, couldn’t help but wonder. However, Mi Yang knew better. As a bearer of the divine wood lineage, he had a rough idea of what the extra sun was.

It was a Dharma Body, a secret technique involving the soul, and upon feeling the violent aura that the sun contained, Mi Yang knew he had encountered a formidable adversary.

He summoned the Divine Wood lineage, and a divine willow rooted in the void, facing the scorching sun from afar.

The white-robed old man who’d been attacked was raging inside. If it weren’t for his thirst for revenge, he wouldn’t have cared about the manifestation of the divine willow, and would have poured out the divine fire within him.

Infinite rage-fire gushed out from the sun’s humanoid features towards the Mi Clan’s joint forces. But with the divine willow serving as their shield, they were unafraid. The second batch of combined attacks was already at their fingertips.

The boundless divine fire collided with various Fierce Realm attacks, and the spiritual power resounding in the space caused violent winds to blow in all directions, blinding even the Fierce Realm warriors with its intensity.

Evidence that even a Grandmaster cannot mount an attack on a Fierce Realm army single-handedly – the combined attack of the joint forces of the Mi Clan broke through the divine fire and rushed towards the sun. Another explosion ensued.

The Fierce Realm’s combined attack tore the sun apart and exploded it into countless beams of white light. This scattershot of countless white lights then formed a human figure elsewhere. The white-robed old man remained unharmed, but his teeth were gnashing with hatred.

If he had encountered this joint army during the dog days of summer, he would have thwarted them easily. But in the heart of winter, his power was naturally suppressed and he could not maximise his effectiveness. Continuing to fight would only have been a waste of time.

The old man’s body disintegrated into white light and disappeared before the joint army’s eyes, leaving only a brief lingering fragrance.

With no sense of the white-robed old man’s presence any longer, Mi Yang dissolved his Divine Wood Dharma Body. His hair was now charred in patches. If earlier they had enough energy for a counter-attack on North Mountain, now they were drained by the disruption caused by the white-robed old man. Their combined attacks had used up their strength, leaving them unable to continue the offensive.

Unable to do otherwise, Mi Yang issued the order to retreat, “Return to base. We fight again tomorrow!”

However, he had an uneasy feeling in his heart, as he believed that the white-robed old man, who could transform into a sun Dharma Body, would not have been killed by a few combined attacks.

With the retreat of the Mi Clan’s joint forces, the southern foot of North Mountain resisted another attack. However, this victory was bewildering to all stationed at North Mountain. After all, they had just witnessed the Mi Clan’s joint forces combating the sun.