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The king among phoenixes is known as the Vermilion Bird.

The seal techniques Tang Luo uses, bearing the signature of the Phoenix King, also stand as the crowning jewel among the fire-based secret arts. The divine bird transformed by Martial Ancestor Tang Qian’s spiritual power, with its long tail and plume feathers, glows in a brilliant red color, different from the usual phoenixes. Upon a closer look, golden patterns are intermingled within the red, exuding an aura of elegance. Its song is also exceptionally ethereal.

With the slightest flap of its wings, a ring of fire ripples out. The sharp eyes of the divine bird are filled with arrogance, seemingly dismissing the thirty or so Flood Dragons made of fire in mid-air.

No one knows the power of this triple seal technique better than Tang Luo himself. Even when he unleashes it, the spiritual damage inflicted by Vermilion Bird’s seal exceeds fifty thousand points, not to mention the extreme heat it radiates. In the hands of Tang Qian, the destructive power of this seal technique is simply beyond comparison.

With a clear call from the phoenix, the enormous divine bird crashed headlong into several waves of fiery Flood Dragons. The Combined Attack Technique, highly valued by their clan, couldn’t put up the slightest resistance, its spiritual form shattered and exploded in mid-air. The scattered spiritual fire ignited the entire Jiang Forest.

Despite the fact that the divine bird Vermilion Bird greatly flouts the fiery Flood Dragons with its size and mass, it could not withstand the continual explosion of spiritual power. After being struck by this Combined Attack Technique roughly twenty times it lost its ability to maintain its spiritual form, even with the enhancement from the spirit of an expert from the Fierce Realm.

However, the scattered Vermilion Bird didn’t dissipate into a ring of fire; instead, after enduring the final assault, it engulfed all the surrounding divine fire, transforming into a flaming egg, which then exploded dramatically!

The golden fire, with utmost heat, exploded in mid-air, the entire sky turned a golden hue, and all remaining Flood Dragons got wiped off existence.

Everyone had their attention drawn by the epic combat between the divine bird and the Flood Dragons in the sky, no one noticed Mi Jing, who had intended to whisk Mi Chu away, had not made his move.

“Elder Jing, we can’t just walkaway.” Mi Chu, madness in his eyes, said to Mi Jing who was about to drag him away.

“Preservingyour life is our utmost priority.” Mi Jing looked at the Tang Clan members who quickly gathered harmoniously after a moment of chaos, he then told Mi Chu, “This combined attack technique can stall Tang Qian, but it can’t kill him. Don’t waste this perfect opportunity created by Yan Ling Realm!” Earlier, Mi Jing only paid attention to Tang Qian, thereby he did not see the exchange of glances between Mi Chu and Yan Ling Realm. He mistakenly assumed it was an opportunity created solely by Yan Ling Realm.

“Elder Jing, take advantage of Tang Qian focusing on the combined attack technique to kill Tang Luo!” Mi Chu urged seriously.

“Have you lost your mind?” Mi Jing was flustered, “Are you aware of what kind of madman Tang Sen is? If his son gets killed, he will turn Xiling upside down!” “That’s exactly why!” Mi Chu looked into the distance where Tang Luo was fixated on the sky, and said coldly, “We cannot allow a second Tang Sen to appear in the Tang Clan!”

Mi Chu had a grave look in his eyes, he turned to Mi Jing and implored, “The Tang Clan has exhausted hundreds of billions of resources on Tang Luo. If it’s not for his immense potential, I cannot see why the Tang Clan would do this! Elder Jing, you must finish him here!”

“I understand.” Mi Jing nodded solemnly at Mi Chu.

A greenish aura enveloped him; his spirit started gathering spiritual power like mad, a Divine Wood sprung from the ground, appearing amidst the golden world.

As the divine fire Phoenix exploded and obliterated more than ten Flood Dragons, Tang Qian sensed a massive surge of spiritual fluctuations from the side. He quickly turned his head and glared in disbelief. Wasn’t this the preliminary move of the Divine Wood Strike from the Mi Clan?

“How dare you, Mi Jing!!!” Sensing Mi Jing’s intent to lock onto Tang Luo, Tang Qian, overwhelmed by rage, roared out loud.

Having just executed the Vermilion Bird seal, he called upon his spiritual power, forming a giant golden palm in front of Tang Luo, hoping to buy him some time.

Being opponents for a thousand years in the battlefield, no one knows better than the Tang Clan about the terrifying power of the desperate Divine Wood Strike of the Mi Clan, especially when unleashed by a Fierce Realm expert like Mi Jing.

Swept away by a resolve to kill, Mi Jing ignored Tang Qian’s roar, and didn’t give the golden palm a second thought. He was confident that the hastily formed Sky-picking Hand would not be able to stop his fully powered Divine Wood Strike.

“Farewell, Master Luo!” Mi Jing said coldly in his heart.

Tang Luo, nearly immobilized by a spiritual lock, struggled to turn his head towards Mi Chu and Mi Jing. He thought, “This is what I like about you. Every move you make fits perfectly into my plans!”

The divine tree shimmered with a green luminescence and released a luminous green beam. The beam shot towards Tang Luo like a pillar of emerald light, thoroughly displaying the formidable power of the Mi Clan’s divine tree.

Tang Luo, staring at the dazzling green pillar of light coming at him, finally laughed.

His plan for the entire night was reaching its climax as Mi Chu ruthlessly launched his deadly attack. If it weren’t for Tang Qian’s arrival, the climax might have come a few minutes earlier.

But it was not too late. Everyone in Jianglin saw what had happened. When Master Chu failed to negotiate the ransom, he resorted to gathering soldiers for a Combined Attack to secure his territory. Furthermore, the Mi Clan’s elder launched a merciless attack on him without regard for seniority.

Nowit’s time for you to act, isn’t it, Sect Head?!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three golden walls rose from the ground side by side, their brilliant golden light blocking the path of the luminous beam.

“Bang!”

The divine tree’s attack forcefully pierced through the first golden wall. However, the once gigantic pillar, requiring several men to wrap their arms around, scattered large fragments after penetrating the golden wall. It had been reduced to a cone half its original size.

Moreover, the penetrated portion of the first golden wall seemed to heal and shrink, squeezing and disrupting the transmission of the spiritual power from the divine tree.

The thick cone shot past the first wall, still carrying with it an unstoppable force as it brutishly hit the second golden wall.

“Bang!”

With another loud noise, the golden wall was pierced again. This time, however, only a hole the size of a fist resulted and it healed instantly, disconnecting the cone from the pillar of light.

The divine tree’s attack, the size of an arm, weakly collided with the third golden wall. It made a popping sound, causing a tiny depression before it crumbled apart.

The immediate initiation of the divine tree’s attack and the rise of the golden walls happened almost simultaneously. Nobody could guess the depths of Mi Jing’s despair at the sight of those three golden walls rising like an impenetrable fortress.

Who in Xiling didn’t know about these golden rocks – a unique technique of Tang Sen, the First Head of Tang Martial Arts Hall, amalgamating the golden spiritual forces and ground control arts?

The appearance of the golden rock here meant that Tang Sen was present as well!

Before the fear could leave Mi Jing’s eyes, the ground beneath him churned like a sudden golden mouth opening. It forcibly pushed Mi Chu’s Mi Jing high into the sky. However, the golden ground seemed to have anticipated his move. It formed a wave and rolled up to meet him in mid-air before crashing down, knocking the airborne warrior back down.

The golden wave, soft yet incredibly robust, pushed Mi Jing back to the ground. Three tall golden walls rose around him, connecting at the top like a pyramid that locked and reserved the space only for him.

Close-quarter combat in a confined space was Tang Sen’s preferred fighting style!