Seven Against a Hundred Immortals!

Merely two sentences, yet they made tears stream down Ye Mohan's face. Choked sobs, shuddering shoulders, a muffled roar and weeping as he bowed his head and buried his face in his hands. All around, astral winds howled and thunder roared. Ye Mohan's eyes burned with hatred. He whipped his head around to look at Li Guanqi and spoke in a resolute voice: "If I do not die today, then on the day I ascend to the Immortal Realm... "So long as you, Li Guanqi, speak the word, I, Ye Mohan, will give everything I have to aid you! "Even unto death." With that, Ye Mohan stepped into Li Guanqi's domain without looking back. Watching the gleam rekindled in Ye Mohan's eyes, Li Guanqi felt a complex swell of emotions. He knew that the death wish in Ye Mohan's heart was gone. He wanted to live. He wanted to stride into the Immortal Realm with sword in hand. He wanted to hurl curses into the faces of all those immortals, to draw his blade against those aloof, exalted figures. And he wanted to find the mastermind behind it all to avenge his fallen brothers. Once everyone had departed, a figure slowly stepped out from the curtain of light. Divine markings etched across his face, a deathly pale Tang Ru stood beside Gu Li. Seeing Tang Ru, Li Guanqi grinned. "Done down below?" Tang Ru shook his head impassively. He dared not raise his hands. Beneath the wide sleeves of his robe, nothing remained of his hands but ghastly white bone; he was afraid of making his brothers worry. "I'm fine. The Third Domain... can hold. "Up here, however, you can't do without me." Hearing this, Li Guanqi took a deep breath, his heart surging. "Brothers... am I being a bit selfish?" Looking at the nearly one hundred enemies hovering in midair, he too felt an unprecedented pressure. Though their strengths varied... ...the immortal spiritual passage overhead had not completely dissipated. There was no telling whether more immortals would descend! Meng Wanshu took a slow step forward to stand beside Li Guanqi. She said nothing, but her surging primal energy and the sword in her hand hummed unceasingly. Ye Feng gave an easy smile, reaching up to tie back his golden hair. Twisting his wrist, he murmured, "Seven to slay a hundred immortals! "Just thinking about it makes the blood boil..." Cao Yan, Xiao Chen, and the others also chuckled casually. "Now that our strength has grown, it's only right that we shoulder some responsibility." Gu Li gave Tang Ru a deep look, only to see Tang Ru shake his head slightly, signaling him not to speak. Helpless, Gu Li sighed. He slowly unfastened the belt from his waist. Prying off the lustrous, radiant gemstones from the belt... ...Gu Li handed the first one to Tang Ru. "Take it. The energy inside is enough to keep you going a while longer." Then he wrapped the belt around his forearm, licked his lips, and muttered, "This lack of security really is annoying..." Just then, Xiao Chen glanced over at Gu Li. "Are you just scared of pain, you bastard?" Gu Li froze for a moment, staring at Xiao Chen in disbelief. When the others turned their gazes toward him as well, he grew flustered. Xiao Chen teased with a grin, "I knew it! In all our fights, you've hardly ever taken a single scrape. "'Lack of security' my foot! You just draw all those body-protecting inscribed talismans because you're scared of pain!" Seeing that his little secret was out, Gu Li simply stopped pretending. He shrugged and openly admitted, "So what if I'm scared of pain?!" Li Guanqi smiled faintly, then glanced toward Gu Li's sleeve. "Ready?" Gu Li sent a sneaky mental transmission: "Heh, don't worry, I'm definitely going to give them a massive surprise!" Song Yuan had made no move to stop Li Guanqi this whole time. With so many cultivators gone, he was naturally delighted to see this play out. They still had a full hundred people facing a mere seven. One of them was only at the peak of the middle Mahayana realm, clearly possessing little combat power. Just like Yu Shan, he was a Yin-Yang master. His eyes flickered; during this interval, he had already arranged how his forces would surround and slaughter them! By the numbers, the Immortal Realm side could spare fourteen fighters against each of them! Yet among the seven, Song Yuan deemed Gu Li and Tang Ru the least threatening. Li Guanqi and Meng Wanshu, on the other hand, were the true targets to focus on. Song Yuan narrowed his eyes, sword in hand, and barked sharply: "Kill them all!" In an instant, overwhelming pressure engulfed the vault of heaven as over a hundred immortals swooped down! Song Yuan led nearly twenty men straight toward Li Guanqi to besiege him! Nearly twenty surrounded Meng Wanshu as well! Each of the others had to face a dozen or more foes at once. The seven lined up side by side, not a trace of fear on their faces. Nervous though they might be, when it came to killing... ...not a single one would stay their hand! Li Guanqi licked his dry lips and said in a low voice: "Brothers, this is likely our toughest battle yet! "Stay safe, support one another, and if things go south, fall back to the Third Domain!" Cao Yan took the lead, his fist stance unleashing in full force as he roared at the top of his lungs: "Just smash them!" Li Guanqi and Meng Wanshu shot forward side by side! Jiuxiao transformed into his true form, revealing his true dragon body in defiance of Li Guanqi's command! Li Guanqi said nothing. Having absorbed the power of the thunder pool, Jiuxiao was now fully comparable to a half-step Tribulation Transcendence realm powerhouse. Even Li Guanqi was astonished by his formidable physical body. Roar! A deep, resounding dragon roar rang out, shaking Song Yuan to his core. "A true dragon? How could a true dragon exist in the Human Spirit Realm?!" Lightning surged across the heavens as Jiuxiao commanded the celestial thunder to gather! He opened his maw and unleashed a terrifying blast of dragon breath! The dragon breath condensed into a thousand-zhang pillar of lightning that swept across the void. Destructive power ravaged the sky, obliterating three cultivators in a single blast. Roar! Jiuxiao reared his head, his colossal frame radiating suffocating pressure. His slit-pupiled golden dragon eyes gleamed with supreme majesty, waves of draconic might aweing the surroundings. Jiuxiao transformed into lightning and plunged straight into the crowd! The Immortal Realm cultivators repeatedly hurled chains to bind Jiuxiao, but Jiuxiao's strength was overwhelming, shattering the chains to pieces. Attacks striking his body could only leave shallow marks upon his dragon scales. Rampaging through their ranks, Jiuxiao actually severed the enemy formation! Gu Li's eyes darted about, waiting for the moment Tang Ru would tell him to act. Gu Li dragged Tang Ru into the void, their figures flickering as they constantly shifted positions. Many cultivators who plunged into the spatial seams could only sense lingering traces of space, unable to lay a finger on either of them. Li Guanqi, Meng Wanshu, and the others unleashed their greatest power, fighting with reckless abandon! Li Guanqi swung his sword without pause as attacks whistled past his back and ears. Amid the flurry of blades and swords, Li Guanqi dodged constantly. Yet the besieging crowd enveloped him from every direction. Dazzling sword lights assaulted him, accompanied by relentless, deafening explosions. Spiritual sense was useless here; amidst the chaotic storm of primal energy, any spiritual sense extended outward would be instantly shredded to bits. Clang! Clang! Clang! Boom! Boom! Boom! Li Guanqi's speed was pushed to the absolute limit, evading within inches, yet even so, he sustained numerous hits. The sound of dragon scales shattering echoed incessantly, and in the blink of an eye, numerous fresh wounds covered his body. Song Yuan hid within the throng, striking covertly from treacherous angles. Only Song Yuan and a handful of cultivators were capable of breaching his defenses and posing a genuine threat. A bitter struggle! A brutal clash! A wave of glacial power erupted, flash-freezing two cultivators on the spot. With a flick of Meng Wanshu's sword, the two ice statues shattered into icy dust! Ye Feng, alone with his sword, surged with unstoppable momentum. Looking like a madman, his long hair soaked in blood, he fought like a god of slaughter. Blood and pain only served to drive him deeper into frenzy.