Under One Person: The Puppet Immortal in the Tang Sect

Li Muxuan realized what was happening, but then he thought about it again.

"But this Trinity Gate..."

"I know that the Sanyi Gate is difficult to beat."

Cui Ming interrupted him.

“But since Wugensheng dared to come, he must have his reasons.”

"This person may seem to act casually, but in reality, he plans every step carefully."

"The fact that he dared to make a move means that he has found the weakness of the Trinity Sect."

"Weaknesses? What weaknesses does the Trinity have?"

Li Muxuan became interested when this was mentioned.

"You'll find out soon enough."

Cui Ming stopped speaking and closed his eyes again.

The carriage continued its journey, heading deeper into the Wuyi Mountains.

……

At the same time, a fierce battle was raging at the Sanyi Gate.

The stone steps were stained dark red with blood, and severed limbs and broken bones were scattered everywhere.

The strong smell of blood mingled with the mountain mist, carrying a sticky, rusty feel.

The battle has lasted for two hours.

From initially altering his appearance through the clay figurine Liu, to stabbing the Sanyi disciples in the back, and launching a surprise attack on the mountain gate.

To this point, with each step forward, Quanxing has paid the price of several lives.

At the mountain gate, all the disciples guarding the Sanyi Sect had died in battle.

Twelve corpses lay scattered about, some with their heads chopped off, others with holes pierced in their chests, but all remained in a fighting posture until their deaths.

There were many more Quanxing demons lying around them, all of them dying in different ways, all taken away by these Sanyi disciples who traded wounds for wounds.

However, breaking through the mountain gate was only the beginning.

From the mountain gate to the first archway, there are only two hundred stone steps, but it took Quanxing half an hour to walk there.

They encountered three waves of ambush along the way, each wave consisting of at least three to five disciples of the Sanyi Sect, who used their own lives to hold back an enemy force dozens of times their size.

The battle continues beneath the archway.

Six disciples of the Sanyi Sect stood with their backs against the stone pillars, forming a simple circular formation.

They were all wounded, but their skin had a jade-like luster.

The first stage of the Reverse Rebirth Triple Stage, "Jade Bones and Ice Skin," has been activated to its limit.

Swords and blades could only leave shallow scratches on them; one needed to infuse their qi to break through their defenses.

There were more than twenty Quanxing people surrounding them, led by a man who wielded double hooks.

His face was grim, because they had attacked three times already, and each time they could only scratch the surface of the enemy's defenses, while their own side had lost five men.

"Hold on! I refuse to believe they can't run out of Qi!"

The man with the double hooks gritted his teeth and roared.

The Quanxing gang pounced again.

This time they changed their strategy, abandoning direct attacks and opting for hit-and-run tactics.

Some people specialize in attacking the lower body, trying to trip their opponent;

Someone threw a hidden weapon, aiming at vulnerable spots such as the eyes and throat;

Several other players attempted to flank the formation from the side.

The disciples of the Sanyi Sect remained unmoved.

The eldest disciple in the center gave a low shout, and the six of them changed formation at the same time.

The circular formation contracts, with each person guarding only one direction.

When Quanxing approached, they suddenly erupted.

The disciple on the far left took a blow head-on and simultaneously threw a punch.

The fist slammed into the opponent's chest, sending him flying backward. His sternum caved in, and he spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

The disciple on the right was even more fearless in the face of death.

He let a short spear pierce his ribs, grabbed the spear shaft with his left hand, and struck the opponent's crown with his right palm.

The sound of the skull cracking was clearly audible.

But such a counterattack is not without its costs.

The older disciple was struck in the back by three swords simultaneously, his jade-like bones and icy skin defenses breached, and the blades penetrated three-tenths of an inch into his flesh.

He grunted, turned around and swept his leg, breaking one person's knee, but another person took the opportunity to add another wound to his leg.

Blood flowed down the stone steps.

The situation isn't good for Quanxing either.

In just a few breaths of fighting, three more people fell.

The remaining men began to hesitate, and their offensive slowed down.

Seeing this, the man with the double hooks knew he couldn't delay any longer.

He took a deep breath, crossed his two hooks in front of his chest, and his body was filled with surging Qi.

"Get out of the way!"

Upon hearing this, the Quanxing people retreated.

The man with the double hooks surged with power, his figure flashing like a ghost as he lunged forward, his hooks drawing two arcs of light, aiming straight for the older disciple's throat and heart.

This strike unleashed his full power; even before the hook arrived, the force of his qi was already making it difficult for the person to breathe.

The older disciple's pupils contracted.

He could see the danger of the attack, but his comrades were behind him, and he couldn't retreat.

He made a firm decision, clasped his hands together, and the jade-like color on his skin suddenly deepened, pushing his jade-like bones and icy skin to their limit.

Take it head-on!

The double hooks struck his chest and throat.

A piercing scraping sound rang out as the hooked blade touched the jade bone, sparks flying.

The older disciple's body trembled violently, his clothes tore at the chest, and two deep, bone-revealing bloodstains were left on his skin, but ultimately, his vital organs were not breached.

The man with the double hooks' expression changed.

Just as his old strength was exhausted and his new strength had not yet arisen, the older disciple launched a counterattack.

He abandoned his defense, grabbed the man with the double hooks by the wrists with both hands, and pulled hard.

As the two closed the distance, he slammed his forehead into the other's face.

Click.

The sound of a broken nose.

The man with the double hooks screamed as he staggered backward, his face covered in blood.

The older disciple, seizing the advantage, stepped forward and punched his opponent in the chest.

If this punch lands, death is certain.

But just as the fist was about to strike, a dark figure darted out from the side.

It was a small, thin Quanxing man, holding a thin sword.

The sword, black as ink, silently pierced the older disciple's back.

The attack came too fast; the older disciple didn't have time to dodge before he noticed. He could only barely sidestep to avoid a fatal blow.

The rapier pierced his right back and emerged from his body.

The older disciple's body stiffened.

The skinny Quanxing grinned maliciously as he twisted the sword hilt, trying to widen the wound.

But the older disciple, disregarding the excruciating pain, grabbed the sword tip protruding from his chest and snapped it with force!

Snapped.

The sword tip broke off.

The thin, small-statured Quanxing was taken aback.

In that instant of surprise, the older disciple lashed out with his left elbow, striking the opponent squarely in the throat.

The sound of a throat bone cracking rang out, and the thin Quanxing collapsed to the ground, clutching his neck. He twitched a few times and then remained still.

But the older disciples have also reached their limit.

He pulled the broken sword from his chest, and blood gushed out.

The luster of her jade-like skin quickly faded, and her complexion returned to its normal color.

He staggered and knelt on one knee.

"Senior brother!"

The other disciples exclaimed in surprise.

The man with the double hooks took the opportunity to retreat and rejoin the remaining Quanxing.

He looked at the kneeling elder disciple, then at the nine remaining disciples on his side.

There were twenty-three people when they arrived, but now only these remain.

"withdraw!"