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"Is this the inner courtyard of the Sky-Connecting Armory?"
As soon as Jiang Han finished speaking, he saw a surge of blood and malevolent energy rising into the sky ahead, causing his expression to darken immediately.
This damn it, could it be that they were beaten to it?
The Burial Sword Pavilion is a treasure trove; if someone else gets there first and takes the treasures, wouldn't they return empty-handed?
Bai Ling chuckled awkwardly, "Actually, the top sects in the martial world each have their own maps of the Sky-Connecting Armory, it's just that the accuracy varies."
There's nothing to hide about this; it's a reflection of the foundation of each major sect.
Sects like Manichaeism, which has only been established for less than a thousand years, may have a strong presence but inevitably lack in depth.
Jiang Han nodded, "Let's go, no matter what, we have to get involved and take a share!"
With that, he took the lead and moved forward.
The members of the White Lotus Cult followed suit, but only Orange Lotus Saint couldn't help but grimace and mutter softly, "Sounds nice, but when it comes down to fighting for our lives, we won't get a single hair."
According to their agreement, aside from Colorful and Exquisite, they had no right to share any of the spoils or opportunities from this trip.
Now she felt like she was lifting a rock only to drop it on her own foot, but faced with an attack from the Qingcheng Sword Sect and encountering such formidable figures, she had no choice but to resort to this desperate measure.
Upon entering the Burial Sword Pavilion, they found it already in chaos; powerful forces were clashing violently, shaking the entire building as numerous array runes buzzed around.
"That is... Zhongtian Ziwai Emperor!"
Bai Ling exclaimed in disbelief as her beautiful eyes widened.
In the arena, the mysterious powerhouse from Heaven, Emperor Zhongtian Ziwai, was wearing a golden mask and battling fiercely against a crowd of heroes.
At this moment, he was besieged by three people: the Supreme Elder of Qingcheng Sword, Cen Weizhuang, who wielded the "Dan Huo Liu Yun Jian" (Dan Fire Flowing Cloud Sword); the esteemed Han Tingshan of Cangjian Villa, known as the Qingming Sword Master; and the three ancestors of the the Xiao Family from Jiangnan, led by Xiao Wujie.
Jiang Han's expression changed, "How could they be here? Isn't entry for Yangshen and above warriors into the Sky-Connecting Armory prohibited?" This was almost a matter of ironclad rules, and now it was being overturned?!
"No, it's just a Dharmakaya!" Jiang Han quickly realized. These Yangshen realm experts each had their own schemes and did not want to miss the opportunities within the Sky-Connecting Armory. Therefore, they had long prepared a Dharmakaya to enter and compete for the treasures inside.
Although the power of a Dharmakaya is ultimately not as strong as that of its true body, if cultivated carefully, it can achieve nearly invincible combat power below the Yangshen level! It could even launch attacks comparable to those of Yangshen warriors!
In the arena, Cen Weizhuang, the Supreme Elder of Qingcheng Sword Sect, drew his sword. Endless heavenly fire tore through the void, with his sword as the foundation, countless streams of fire fell like a world-ending force, reaching an extreme level of destruction.
Han Tingshan, the Qingming Sword Master from Cangjian Villa, had a resolute expression. The Qingming Sword was drawn, ripping through the void. A long stream of sword intent poured forth from Han Tingshan's sword, slicing through the air to vanquish evil and repel foes.
The combat power of Cangjian Villa's warriors was second only to that group of sword fanatics from Yijianmen. When they struck, they rarely left any room for mercy; once their swords were drawn, blood must be spilled.
In terms of understanding swordsmanship, Cangjian Villa undoubtedly ranks among the top in the martial world.
Xiao Wujie from the the Xiao Family snorted coldly and unleashed a palm strike. Nine black dragons formed from refined energy roared as they charged forward with claws bared and teeth gnashing. With one claw strike, their power was fierce and unmatched!
These three individuals would be considered true experts at the Yangshen level in any external context. Even here, with their Dharmakayas in action, their might far surpassed that of ordinary Fusion Realm warriors.
Even a typical strong individual from the Fusion Realm might not be able to withstand a single strike from them and would perish! After all, the gap between the Yangshen and the Fusion God is like the difference between heaven and earth.
The Fusion God is still comprehending the laws of heaven and earth, enhancing the power of nature, while the Yangshen is a true martial deity, already exhibiting a hint of transcendence. Above the Yangshen lies the True Martial Realm, where one can effortlessly open up space and create a small secret world, truly a great power!
However, facing the combined assault of these three, the Zhongtian Ziwai Emperor showed no fear. With an angry roar, he unleashed a punch that shook the heavens! The might of this punch was unparalleled and domineering.
It was just a simple punch, yet it contained countless variations of martial truths, embodying the essence of heaven and earth, subtly hinting at the emergence of its own space. The punch from the Zhongtian Ziwai Emperor nearly exceeded the limits of this physical form, with blood gushing from his skin's surface.
"You... you have actually reached this level!" Cen Weizhuang from the Qingcheng Sword Sect exclaimed in shock at his gaunt face.
The Ziwai Emperor from "Heavenly Court" had clearly reached the peak of the Yangshen realm and was faintly touching upon the true meaning of the True Martial Realm.
"No matter what, we cannot allow him to seize control of the central authority of the Burial Sword Pavilion. If he takes that step, none of us will have peace!" Han Tingshan said coldly.
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