Chapter 3536 — The Chance for Tang Yun's Breakthrough

"Heh heh!" The First Senior Brother took the lead, unleashing the full force of his peak late Heaven-rank, great-perfection cultivation. Right on his heels, the experts behind him likewise began to reveal their Heaven-rank great-perfection strength without reserve.

"Well, Wei Zhao? Scared pissless yet?" Ironclad Ancestor looked at Wei Zhao with smug satisfaction, and the posturing hour had officially begun.

"Oh, absolutely. I laughed so hard I wet myself. Only eight of you, though?" Wei Zhao said with a smile.

"Huh? What's that supposed to mean? Did the fright addle your brain?" In Ironclad Ancestor's mind, Wei Zhao ought to be so terrified he'd soil himself on the spot. Why was the man acting like nothing was happening? It defied all reason!

"Oh, everyone, why don't you show them your strength? Scare this old fool to death!" Wei Zhao said to the people present.

"Oh yes, yes, scare you to death!" Shen Yushu said, and with that she released her Heaven-rank great-perfection strength in full. The others found the whole contest of intimidation between Wei Zhao and Ironclad Ancestor a bit ridiculous, but they played along and revealed their power all the same.

"Gah!" Ironclad Ancestor was dumbstruck. He stared at Wei Zhao's group in disbelief, so frightened that his legs turned weak. Eleven Heaven-rank great-perfection masters?

"Little One, come out and let them have a look," Wei Zhao said with a wave of his hand. The Little One puppet appeared among the ranks. Twelve Heaven-rank great-perfection experts!

"Uh..." Ironclad Ancestor felt his vision blur, and there was another Heaven-rank great-perfection expert. He nearly died of fright. Even before, twelve against eight had left them no chance of victory; now, thirteen against eight was nothing short of a one-sided crushing.

Instinctively he retreated two more steps. "Now, Young Hero Lin, this is all a misunderstanding! So many of us, you see—we actually came to welcome you..."

"Welcome us? That's a pretty way to put it. Weren't you about to gang up on us a moment ago?" Wei Zhao said indifferently.

"Uh, that was a joke, not serious." Ironclad Ancestor's courage failed him before the fight even began; he and his opponent were simply not in the same weight class!

"Oh, but I'm not joking. Everyone, attack together—the gang-up begins!" Wei Zhao had no intention of leaving loose ends behind before departing Cloud Terrace Island. In the past, he might have spared them and taken them on as underlings.

But the Ironclad Sect's sort of face—as underlings they would never be truly loyal, and they were far too full of themselves. So Wei Zhao would not leave this hidden danger behind. Having spoken, he struck out with a palm. The twentieth stance of the Frenzied Flame Fist, long since charged, backed by the Essence Necklace, was more than enough to kill Ironclad Ancestor outright!

The twentieth stance of the Frenzied Flame Fist was the equivalent of the twenty-first stance of an ordinary martial art, and with the Essence Necklace's boost on top of that, Ironclad Ancestor could hardly hope to survive!

"Boom!" Ironclad Ancestor was dead before he knew what hit him, slain by Wei Zhao.

"Charge! All of you, charge! Kill this brat!" The First Senior Brother panicked and roared as he rushed forward. Since negotiation was useless, they would fight—there was no escaping it anyway.

"Two against one," Wei Zhao said flatly.

If these inheritors fought one on one, their lack of experience might cost them the battle. But two against one, and the Ironclad Sect's people were no match at all. The inheritors were the finest among Heaven-rank great-perfection experts, in no way inferior to Little One's former strength—fighting the Ironclad Sect's people would be like child's play.

"Boom! Boom! Boom..."

Martial arts techniques were unleashed in rapid succession, brilliant and multicolored, lighting up the heavens for ten thousand li. The Ironclad Sect's experts fell one after another, each more wretched than the last. It was a completely one-sided slaughter.

Heaven-rank great-perfection experts were supposed to be rare, each one a hegemon in his own right once he went out into the world. Yet before Wei Zhao's team they were utterly outclassed, dying one by one with no chance to turn the tables.

"Awooo!" The last to fall was Ironclad Heavenly Lord, whom Wei Zhao personally sent on his way. With that, the Ironclad Sect was annihilated. The remaining disciples, without these top experts to support and shield them, could pose no threat whatsoever.

The Ironclad Sect, once so illustrious, was reduced at a stroke to an ordinary sect beneath even the ancient tier. These cultivators could stir up no storm at all, and Wei Zhao had no further mind to trouble them.

What Wei Zhao wanted now was to hurry back to West Star Mountain Village, open the next stone gate, and see what fine things lay behind it—not to waste time here at the Ironclad Sect.

Mystic Dust Ancestor had said he would let everyone rest, and then summon them all together, but when that summons would come was anyone's guess. If time was tight, what if Wei Zhao could not get away to open the stone gate?

After all, the Cloud Terrace Island plan would not wait for Wei Zhao alone. If he did not go, Mystic Dust Ancestor would be all the more pleased, so Wei Zhao had best hurry on his own account.

Although Wei Zhao's current team was enough to challenge Mystic Dust, if he drove Mystic Dust into a corner and the man simply refused to open Cloud Terrace Island, Wei Zhao would be helpless. He himself had no idea how to get to Cloud Terrace Island; even with the inheritors at his side, it would do no good.

Without a knowledgeable man like Mystic Dust Ancestor, everything was illusion and empty talk.

So after annihilating the Ironclad Sect, Wei Zhao led the women back. To his regret, Tang Yun had not broken through in the battle. Of course, fearing trouble, Wei Zhao had not dared let her fight alone—her opponents had all been great-perfection experts, and Tang Yun was not one. If he had let her fight alone and something went wrong, Wei Zhao would have regretted it beyond measure.

At that thought, Wei Zhao glanced at Xue Li beside him and said, "Xue Li, Tang Yun hasn't broken through. What should we do next?"

"Bing Tang and I can go in her place, but I'm afraid something might go wrong..." Xue Li no longer held back and spoke plainly.

"Call me Sister Bing Tang!" Bing Tang cut in.

"...With me assisting Sister Bing Tang, I can actually more or less stand in for a mist-element inheritor. After all, our fundamental sources are both water-element," Xue Li said. "It might work, but it's never been tried, so no one can say for certain whether it will succeed."

"Wei Zhao... I've suddenly found that I seem to have caught a hint of the chance for breakthrough..." Tang Yun spoke up abruptly.

"Hm?" Both Wei Zhao and Xue Li were startled. "Could the battle have had an effect?"

"No, the battle had no effect at all. It's just that... it seems to be because I'm in a good mood..." Tang Yun said, blushing slightly.

"A good mood?" Wei Zhao looked at Tang Yun strangely. "The Ironclad Sect was wiped out, and you're happy about it?"

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