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The next instant, the golden sword light around Wang Long began to tremble violently, emitting a clear and melodious sword cry.

Nine sword lights converged above his head, transforming into a hundred-foot-long golden giant sword with ancient patterns flowing across its blade. The giant sword charged straight at the dark purple blade light that Kui Yuan was slashing down.

The golden greatsword and the dark purple blade light met in mid-air, like two equally powerful giant waves crashing together.

The two forces surged, tore apart, and vanished in a stalemate, then simultaneously dissipated, leaving behind a shattered sky and two figures facing off in the distance.

Kui Yuan's body swayed slightly, and a trickle of dark red blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The frenzied red light in his pupils flickered a few times, as if he had been jolted by something.

Wang Long stood opposite him, his aura noticeably weaker than before.

His hand holding the golden longsword trembled slightly, but his eyes remained calm and bright.

"Puppet Yuan".

Wang Long's voice was indifferent.

"Your foundation is already crumbling. If you continue fighting, you will collapse on your own before I even have to lift a finger."

Kui Yuan opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but a metallic taste welled up in his throat.

He glanced down at the dark purple cracks on his skin that were spreading at a visible speed, and a chill ran through him.

Kui Yuan's body twisted and swelled in the dark purple light, and the purplish-black patterns on his body writhed like living things, completely covering his face.

All that remained were a pair of dark red pupils, burning with an almost manic killing intent.

"Wang Long! Even if it costs me my life, I will crush you into dust today!"

His voice was almost hysterical, each word seemingly carrying a destructive force, causing the entire mountain of the Primordial Holy Palace to tremble slightly.

Before he finished speaking, Kui Yuan's figure had already disappeared from the spot, and the next moment he appeared in front of Wang Long.

With his five fingers pressed together like knives, imbued with a dark purple, violent spiritual power, he thrust straight at Wang Long's chest!

That strike was nearly twice as fast as before, tearing through the air with a sharp whistling sound, and even space itself was slightly distorted by that stab.

Wang Long's pupils contracted slightly, and he leaned back abruptly, barely dodging the attack aimed at his heart. However, Kui Yuan's change of move was even faster than he had anticipated.

The dark purple blade light exploded the instant it passed his chest, turning into countless fine purple threads that swept over him and wrapped around his body!

Those threads carried a corrosive, chilling aura; wherever they passed, even the air was eroded, leaving faint scorch marks.

Wang Long's body shone with golden light, and his righteous aura blazed like the sun, scorching the purple threads with a sizzling sound.

But there were too many threads, surging in wave after wave like a tide, constantly suppressing and shrinking his golden light.

He gritted his teeth, and nine celestial sword lights swirled rapidly around him, severing layer after layer of threads, but he could never completely shake off the ever-present oppressive force.

Kuiyuan gave him no chance to catch his breath.

Just as Wang Long was dealing with the purple threads, Kui Yuan's main body had silently circled around to his blind spot from the side.

A hand covered in dark purple scales, carrying the full force of a half-step Emperor Realm expert, slammed into Wang Long's back!

Wang Long sensed the deadly danger, but it was too late to completely dodge it.

boom!

With a dull thud, Wang Long was sent flying backward by the palm strike, tumbling several times in the air before finally regaining his footing.

He glanced down at his left shoulder; his robes were torn, his skin was charred, and a faint, dark purple mist seemed to be trying to seep into the wound.

Righteous energy surged automatically to the wound, burning away the remaining purple energy. However, the shock caused by the impact had temporarily caused his left arm to lose sensation.

Upon seeing this, Kui Yuan's dark red pupils flashed with wild joy.

"Hahaha! You finally couldn't hold on any longer!"

He pressed his advantage, his figure transforming once again into a dark purple lightning bolt as he charged toward Wang Long!

"I thought you were incredibly resilient, but it turns out you're nothing special!"

A dark purple longsword materialized in his hand, its blade wreathed with countless twisted ghostly faces, emitting a sharp hiss.

The blade sliced ​​through the night sky, aiming straight for Wang Long's face!

Wang Long was forced to retreat again. The golden sword light intertwined to form several layers of defense in front of him, but they shattered one by one under the impact of the dark purple blade light.

He kept adjusting his posture as he retreated, but he could never shake off Kui Yuan's ever-present suppression.

The opponent's peak power at the half-step Emperor Realm has indeed reached the limit that he can withstand in his current state.

Moreover, that power was borrowed by him.

It wasn't something he cultivated himself.

Even with the support of the Chaotic Dao Body and Righteous Qi, there is still a layer of barrier when using that power.

It's like wearing ill-fitting armor; it can protect the body, but it can't truly control the body as one would an limb.

He could feel his breath slowly fading away at an imperceptible pace.

Although the puppet's energy was also being depleted, it still maintained its ferocious offensive, like a wild beast that had been completely enraged, wanting to tear its prey apart at any cost.

On the ground, the disciples of the Primordial Holy Palace looked up, watching Wang Long's figure retreat step by step under the pursuit of Kui Yuan, their hearts in their throats.

Some people clenched their fists so tightly that their nails dug into their palms, but they were completely unaware of it.

Someone's lips moved silently, chanting, "Holy Son, hold on..."

Upon seeing this, Zheng Yuan's spirits lifted!

Their fighting spirit, which had been wavering, was reignited.

He gritted his teeth, and the dark gold longsword in his hand shone with a sharp light once more, forcefully repelling Ye Wushuang's sword light with a powerful strike.

He then dodged Xuanzhen Daoist's palm strike by sidestepping, his voice hoarse yet excited.

"Sect Leader Puppet! Give it your all! That man is about to give up!"

Ye Wushuang didn't speak, but gripped the cracked longsword in her hand tightly, forcibly squeezing out the surging spiritual power within her body once again.

She could feel that Wang Long's aura was indeed gradually weakening. Although the decline was small, it was enough for everyone present to feel the collapsing balance.

Xuanzhen Daoist's face also darkened. He gritted his teeth, and the palm wind of his right hand became even more fierce, trying to finish off Zheng Yuan as soon as possible so that he could go and support Wang Long.

But Zheng Yuan seemed to be on a high, and it was impossible to completely defeat him in a short period of time.

The atmosphere in the square became tense and oppressive once again.

In mid-air, Wang Long was forced back several feet by a heavy blow from Kui Yuan. His left shoulder injury had not yet fully healed, and his right arm was beginning to feel slightly numb from the continuous blocking.

He was breathing heavily, golden light flickering around him, and fine cracks had appeared on the warm, literary aura shield.

Kui Yuan's smile grew even more sinister as he looked at him.

"You think you're so tough? Go ahead and hit me again!"

He raised his hand, and a huge ball of dark purple light condensed in his palm.

Within the sphere of light, countless distorted faces could be vaguely seen struggling and howling, exuding a nauseating, decaying stench.

"With this strike, I will reduce you to ashes!"