With a sneer on his face, Xia Ye slowly walked to Bainian Xiang’s side and then smiled, "Xiang, long time no see."
Bainian Xiang angrily replied, "Get lost, we aren’t familiar!"
"Oh, not much skill, but quite the temper." Xia Ye still smiled, exuding a unique charm.
Of course, in Bainian Xiang’s and Hidden Dragon Sect’s eyes, this feeling only generated a strong disgust.
It was as if someone was shouting deliberately in your ear when you desperately wanted to sleep.
Xia Ye then turned to leave, "No rush, next it’s your turn. If Wen Meng loses, how can you not lose?"
After saying this, Xia Ye laughed heartily twice.
Brazenly taunting the enemy, watching the opponent gradually fall into the trap... how satisfying!
Xia Jin is dead.
Now he stands alone in Xia Family, even more fulfilled!
...
Meanwhile, the battle between Wen Meng and Nanmen Chang continued for an entire hour.
The onlookers, and the audience on Floating Island, found nothing tedious.
Every minute, every second, was captivating.
This whole hour, Wen Meng had been tremendously exhausted.
Her fragrant sweat soaked her silky long hair and drenched the clothes on her chest and back. Every swing of the sword, every turn, every retreat, would stir up droplets of sweat dispersing around.
This whole hour, Nanmen Chang and Hong Wu had bypassed many openings.
Wen Meng also tried to capitalize on these opportunities.
But most of the time returned fruitless, unable to manage even basic attrition.
Because the opponent’s Spirit Body Realm is very high!
So high that Hidden Dragon Sect’s sword can’t cause any real fatal injury.
Clearly the same age, they are at Minor Success, but their opponent is already at Spirit Body Great Success!
Nanmen Chang’s Meridian Gate trembled again, transforming into a wild bull fiercely pounding the ground, and then charged again, "Wen Meng, Li Yuan, tired? Honestly, our Patriarch has prepared for this day over five years, targeting your blade in the rookie battle. Five years of investing immense time in Realm and Spirit Body, waiting for today."
"Your Profound Secret Lower Grade Vein Skill is only at Minor Success Realm and can’t harm our essence. Although we also feel exhausted, it’s less than half of yours. Another hour and when you’re utterly drained... hahaha!" Hong Wu’s laughter was thunderous.
Wen Meng, Li Yuan still maintained their Battle Intent, though slightly fatigued, neither wanted to lose.
Wen Meng knew very well that if this attrition continued, defeat was inevitable.
Thus, requiring a swift victory!
Now depending on the remaining three if they can deal with the disciples of Myriad Phenomena Sect.
If one or two disciples of Myriad Phenomena Sect are resolved, the situation will change.
"Ah!"
A scream echoed.
Wen Meng, Nanmen Chang, and others looked towards the source.
One disciple of Hidden Dragon Sect was punched out of the battle area, lying on the ground, rolling continuously, in unbearable pain. After being carried away by members of the Hundred Sects Alliance, Nanmen Chang and Hong Wu’s laughter grew louder.
Wen Meng instantly felt hopeless.
It’s over!
The least wanted situation emerged.
Four against five!
Nanmen Chang laughed slightly, leaping fiercely, then like a meteor smashed towards the ground, directly onto Wen Meng and Li Yuan.
Boom!
Wen Meng and Li Yuan scrambled to dodge, hadn’t stabilized when Hong Wu rushed over again.
Wen Meng hurriedly slashed out a sword, confronting him. Yet this slash seemed imposing, with a Sword Aura towering several zhang, but after the cut, Wen Meng instead quickly ran to one side, not confronting him directly.
Hong Wu shattered the Sword Aura, laughing while chasing after Wen Meng, "Run, remember the fear I bring to you."