Chapter 579 - 431: Retreat
Not to mention the enemy was shocked.
Even Lin Junrong and Feng Xia were startled.
Although Zheng Yi had explained it to them, suddenly seeing Zheng Yi release Sword Qi of the Enlightenment Stage during the attack.
And effortlessly defeating the strongest expert on the other side.
It still caused a moment of distraction.
However, they managed to recover before the cultivators of the Nether Spirit Race.
Immediately, each of them restrained a Divinity Transformation Stage expert. As they fought, they shouted towards the direction of Chixiao Hall.
"We are reinforcements from the Star Sea, fellow Daoists of Chixiao Hall, please quickly lend us a helping hand. Together, we can deal with these invaders from the Nether Spirit Race."
Zhao Shan, without saying a word, brandished the Thick Earth Saber and prepared to rush over to assist.
But his actions were once again blocked by Old Zhao: "Don’t be impulsive. How do you know they are definitely reinforcements? Maybe this is all a plot by the Nether Spirit Race?"
Seeing that several people were already embroiled in battle, Zhao Shan said anxiously: "Father, they are already fighting the cultivators of the Nether Spirit Race and have already taken down the biggest threat. If they aren’t reinforcements, how could they create such a disturbance?"
Old Zhao remained stubborn: "That’s different, the strongest guy could be playing dead."
With Zheng Yi having eliminated one of the Nether Spirit Race’s four Divinity Transformation Stage cultivators, only three were left, just right for one each.
Originally, Lin Junrong and Feng Xia were prepared and waiting for the Zhao family father and son to come over and help, to crush the Nether Spirit Race with overwhelming force.
But after waiting for quite a while, the Zhao family father and son had made no move at all.
Lin Junrong couldn’t help but angrily say: "Zhao Shan, what do you mean by this? We from the Star Sea traveled a long distance to support you, do you doubt us?"
Zhao Shan and Lin Junrong had met several times, though not particularly familiar, but he finally saw clearly at this moment.
"Father, that’s Elder Lin, Lin Junrong. I’ve met her once before, it can’t be wrong."
Mr. Zhao still disagreed: "So what if they look alike? There are many people in the world who look alike. Plus, with disguise secret techniques, one can easily disguise as someone else."
"Father, at this point, we can’t bother with whether it’s true or false. People have come to help, but if Chixiao Hall stands idly by and this gets out, our reputation will be ruined."
"If you’re worried, Father, you can stay here and guard the sect. I’ll go meet them and see if they’re real or fake."
With that, Zhao Shan forcibly pushed his father aside and joined the battle with the Thick Earth Saber.
It’s better to break a single finger than to injure all ten fingers.
In the current chaotic situation, Zhao Shan decisively chose the weakest of the Nether Spirit Race.
"Damn you, treating me like a pushover, go to hell." Despite looking extremely fierce.
But facing two cultivators whose cultivation was almost equal to his, he could only defend himself awkwardly.
Attack? That was out of the question.
Seeing the people from Chixiao Hall finally come to help, Zheng Yi breathed a sigh of relief.
Although it was just one more person, the balance of combat power had already shifted.
Zheng Yi deliberately guided the cultivator in front of him to distance himself from the others.
This was to ensure that if the other two were in danger, he could intervene immediately.
One chasing, one fleeing, the two of them had already run hundreds of miles in the blink of an eye.
Completely out of Chixiao Hall’s sight.
Feeling it was about time, Zheng Yi finally stopped.
The Nether Spirit Race cultivator followed closely behind, teasingly looking at Zheng Yi: "You human brat are very interesting, knowing clearly you’re not my match yet leading me out here for a one-on-one?"
"To create an opportunity for those people to critically wound us, you’re really scheming, willing to sacrifice anything."
Zheng Yi clasped his hands behind his back: "Your words are very wrong."
To the Nether Spirit Race cultivator, Zheng Yi, a Golden Core Stage expert, was just like a dish on his plate.
He could consume him whenever he wanted.
So with the mindset of a cat playing with a mouse, he was curious about what tricks Zheng Yi, a junior cultivator at the Golden Core Stage, was trying to pull.
Zheng Yi smiled faintly: "The reason I led you here alone is because I’m confident I can take you down."
"What?" The Nether Spirit Cultivator was first taken aback, then held his stomach and burst into laughter: "Hahahahaha..."
"That’s the funniest joke I’ve heard in hundreds of years."
"A Golden Core Stage trying to kill me, a Divinity Transformation Stage cultivator." The Nether Spirit Cultivator pointed to his head: "You, you must have something wrong with your head?"
"You’ll soon find out." Zheng Yi’s eyes widened as he launched an attack on the Nether Spirit Cultivator.
Under Zheng Yi’s deliberate control, although he only had the cultivation of mid-stage Golden Core, unleashing the power of Golden Core Peak was not a difficult task.
The Nether Spirit Cultivator casually waved his hand, easily blocking Zheng Yi’s full-force attack: "I thought you could surprise me, but that’s it?"
"Kid, I admit your strength is formidable, and the magical artifact you used to take down my companion was something rare in my life."
"But, Golden Core Stage is just Golden Core Stage. Do you really think you can compete with us at the Divinity Transformation Stage?"
With a flick of his sleeve, Zheng Yi’s assault was instantly neutralized, sending him flying like a cannonball.
Crashing heavily into a massive boulder.