1541: C1541 The Strength of the Upper Realm's Geniuses

C1541 The Strength of the Upper Realm's Geniuses

"Nangong, get into formation!" Standing at the front, Nangong Yingnan wiped away his tears. With a spear in one hand and a shield in the other, he shouted.

Dozens of Nangong clansmen looked at her, then gritted their teeth and wiped away their tears. Holding their shields, they split into three groups and stood in a triangle.

"Charge!"

Nangong Yingnan shouted again.

In an instant, the Nangong clansmen, who had been suppressing their anger, worked together and pushed forward like bulldozers.

Standing on the mountain peak, Nangong Yingnan saw this scene. His bright red clothes fluttered in the wind.

Today, she wanted to let the martial artists on the opposite side understand that what they had lost was not only the name of the great clan that guarded the mountain, but also the formation that only the great clans practiced...

Not long after that.

The battle on the mountain peak came to an end.

Thousands of martial artists who sought refuge with the higher realms' elders were riled up by several tens of thousands of lower realm martial artists, quickly fleeing like chickens and dogs.

The lower realm martial artists on the mountaintop then began to clean up the mess. However, many people were worried and raised their heads to take a look. They were well aware that the battle above would decide today's final outcome.

And now, the situation seemed to be not too clear...

Lei Kehua, Li Aoge, and Lu Long had lost their combat strength one after another, but Shi Jun and Elder Mo had consumed a lot of energy, so they could not fight for the time being. In the sky, Mrs Wang was the only one who noticed the situation. Something was wrong. She pulled another Martial Saint to her side, fighting two opponents at the same time.

Even so, the upper realm elder still had an obvious advantage. They were still left with two people, slaughtering in all directions.

Yang Zifong and the others were struggling, but it wasn't easy for them to fight a Martial Saint with the strength of a Martial Sovereign.

Not to mention, among the warriors who sought refuge in the Upper Realm, there were also Martial Sovereign warriors who were surrounding them...

If this continued, the result would still be a failure.

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Faster, faster.

In the air, Mo Nan kept urging Ghost Valley.

He had already broken through to the Martial Sovereign realm with Chang Xu's help, but he was too slow, so he asked the Ghost Valley to bring him along.

Ghost Valley, who was holding him in one hand, rolled his eyes. He thought to himself, 'If you have the ability, you can fly by yourself.' However, when he felt the intensity of the battle ahead, he couldn't help but speed up.

At practically the instant the two of them arrived in the sky above the Dao Institute.

Nangong Wang self-destructed.

Although old rascal had arrived too late and did not understand what had happened, he could not help but be affected by the tragic atmosphere that permeated the entire mountain. His eyes instantly turned red.

"Uncle Ghost Valley."

Mo Nan's face was cold. He pointed at Yang Zifong and the others who were still struggling in the sky and the blood on the mountain below that seemed to have dyed the entire mountain red. He suppressed the anger in his heart and said.

"Seeing all of this, do you still think that you won't interfere in this matter?"

Initially, he had thought that he would take the initiative to find a Martial Saint warrior, and then he would have no choice but to fight in the Ghost Valley. However, judging from the current situation, he couldn't afford to delay any longer.

The Ghost Valley fell into silence.

He had not expected things to develop to such a stage. Looking at the mountain that was littered with corpses, he could not help but frown.

To put it bluntly, now that things had come to this, a few sects practically represented the entire Upper Realm and offended the Lower Realm martial artists to death.

Ten thousand days later, the Lower Realm's martial arts flourished. Remembering this day, attacking the Upper Realm...

The possibility was not high. But what if?

Thinking of this, Gui Gu already had an idea. Even if he interfered in this matter, he wouldn't be punished by the sect. Immediately, he nodded and said:

"Sure, I'll handle those two Martial Saint warriors."

He pointed at the two Martial Saint warriors who were entangled with Yang Zifong and the other Martial Sovereign warriors.

Hearing this, Mo Nan immediately heaved a sigh of relief. With this, Yang and the others would have the energy to deal with those Martial Sovereign warriors who had surrendered to the enemy. The situation would immediately improve.

"Thank you, Uncle Ghost Valley." old rascal thanked him gratefully.

Ghost Valley waved his hand and flew away without saying anything.

In the air, he suddenly noticed another Martial Saint. Shi Jun who was recovering quickly opened his eyes. He was stunned when he realized that the masked man had come with Mo Nan.

Suddenly, he thought of something and subconsciously looked at Elder Mo.

He saw Elder Mo smiling at him proudly.

Immediately, Ghost Valley, who was rushing out, seemed to have sensed something. He looked in Elder Mo's direction with a dark expression and shook his head helplessly.

...

Mo Nan was too lazy to care about the exchange of looks between the few old men. At this moment, he gritted his teeth and felt a fire burning in his heart. He had to vent it out.

Suddenly, a figure rushed out from the smoke of Nangong Wang's self-explosion.

It was Ning Qingfeng!

Fang Cai was too close to Nangong Wang, so he didn't manage to escape in time. Fortunately, the old man didn't have much control over the strength of a Martial Saint, which was why he was able to save his life after being seriously injured.

"Old madman..."

As soon as he rushed out of the smoke, Ning Qingfeng couldn't help but clench his teeth and curse. His mouth was filled with disrespect.

Mo Nan's eyes immediately turned red. Just as he was about to rush over, he found a figure flying by his side before him.

From the looks of it, it seemed to be somewhat similar to Nangong Shuo.

It was Nangong Ming.

"Nangong Ming from the lower realm has come to seek advice." With a spear in his hand, Nangong Ming stood with the wind. His face was as gloomy as water.

"Bad luck." Looking around, no one could help him. Ning Qingfeng spat with a sullen face and rushed towards Nangong Ming with his saber in hand. "Die!"

...

Seeing that the seriously injured Ning Qingfeng was gradually at a stalemate with Nangong Ming, Mo Nan regretted that he was a step too late. At the same time, he started to observe his surroundings again.

Suddenly, a familiar voice entered his sight.

Liao Xian.

As a Saint like Shi Jun, the latter had broken through to the Martial Sovereign realm after recovering from the Lower Realm Spiritual Force.2

Mo Nan couldn't help but be speechless. He felt indignant in his heart. Even if a Saint was more powerful, everyone was human. This guy's cultivation speed was way too fast.

If he remembered correctly, Liao Xian should be younger than him...

But what really caught Mo Nan's attention was not these. The one who fought Liao Xian was none other than Liao Xian. He was also a Martial Sovereign, but judging from his attire, he was clearly from the Upper Realm.

Especially since he was very young.

old rascal suddenly remembered that Mu Ruyan had mentioned it before. Among these elders, one of them was a Martial Sovereign warrior, but his combat strength wasn't any weaker than a Martial Saint warrior.

If his guess was correct, it was this guy.

Logically speaking, as both of them were Martial Sovereign warriors, no matter how strong the latter was, he should still be defeated in front of Liao Xian. However, Mo Nan was surprised to find that not only Liao Xian, but also Nangong Wang, Chen Rongma, and other familiar faces were nearby. They were looking from afar and seemed to be injured. That was why they didn't dare to interfere.

Mo Nan was shocked.

Putting aside the fact that Nangong Wang and the others had been chasing after Liao Xian to break through to the Martial Sovereign realm, otherwise, they wouldn't be able to fly in the sky.

Most importantly, with so many of them working together, they had all suffered a loss in the hands of that young man from the Upper Realm...

Right now.

Liao Xian's tongue was like a lotus flower. One Spiritual Force after another. However, the young man didn't care at all. He just punched without any expression on his face.

He destroyed a flower with one punch, and at the same time, he closed in on Liao Xian.

Not long after, Liao Xian panicked when he saw the young man was already in front of him.

It was true that he was a Saint. However, he did not like martial arts, so he did not cultivate much at all. Usually, he was successful with his talent, but in fact, once he was close to someone, he could barely resist.

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