Under One Person: The Puppet Immortal in the Tang Sect

After ten moves, Lu Wang's left arm Quchi acupoint was pierced, causing a tingling and numb sensation.

He grunted and slammed out his right palm.

This palm strike contained all the Qi energy of the Reverse Life Second Stage, and the palm wind was like a surging wave.

The woman's expression changed; she dared not meet the attack head-on and retreated hastily.

But she retreated quickly, while Lu Wang advanced even faster.

He abandoned his defenses, letting the water-splitting dagger leave two bloody marks on his chest, while his right palm struck the woman's lower abdomen.

boom.

The woman was sent flying backward, crashing into the stone wall. She spat out blood, struggled for a couple of moments, and then became still.

Lu Wang's breathing became heavier.

The wound on his chest wasn't deep, but the water-splitting thorn was laced with poison. Although the Reverse Life Triple Technique could neutralize most of the poison, it still required consuming Qi to suppress it.

He felt that his Qi energy had been more than half depleted.

And there are still many people in Quanxing.

Under this pressure, the Sanyi Gate's lines of defense continued to shrink, and the entire platform's defenses were gradually being lost.

Some of the members of the Sanyi Sect could only desperately cling to the Quanxing demons in their final moments, falling off the platform with them and perishing together.

But as they were about to land, a chill ran through them; the area below the mountain was filled with Quanxing demons.

The Trinity disciple looked utterly hopeless, feeling that he might not be able to take anyone down with him this time.

But what this member of the Trinity sect didn't realize was...

The Quanxing member he was holding as they fell off the cliff initially looked utterly hopeless, but seeing people below rekindled a glimmer of hope.

But upon catching a glimpse of this person's figure, his eyes once again filled with despair.

While they were falling, many members of the Quanxing sect were still making comments and enjoying the spectacle.

Just as they were about to fall from the sky onto someone, the Quanxing members around them saw this but didn't warn them; instead, they were happy to watch the spectacle.

Their eyes were filled with deep malice, but unfortunately, this Quanxing was by no means simple.

The fact that few members of the Quanxing faction dared to stand next to him speaks volumes.

After all, the others were also afraid that he might suddenly get angry and start a massacre on the spot.

Just as the two falling figures were about to land on each other...

The bald man, who appeared to be quite overweight, suddenly raised one hand.

Suddenly, many grayish-white objects resembling rope whips flew out from both sides of his arms.

In the blink of an eye, it easily pierced through the bodies of the two people, tearing them into countless fragments.

Blood splattered onto everyone around him and himself, eliciting gasps of anger from those around him, but he instead revealed a hint of excitement in his eyes.

......

Down the mountain, Wugensheng still stood on the boulder.

He watched the battle on the platform with a calm expression.

"The second layer is already showing signs of fatigue," said the old man wearing a straw hat.

"normal."

The Way of No Roots.

"Although the Reverse Life Triple Realm is said to have inexhaustible Qi and endless vitality, that applies to the level of Zuo Ruotong. These disciples have limited Qi."

Should we continue this stalemate?

"Hai".

Wugensheng nodded.

“When their vital energy is exhausted, it will be time to harvest them.”

He paused, then continued.

"Have Liang Ting prepare."

The old man's body trembled almost imperceptibly.

"Sect Leader, once that guy starts killing... he'll be hard to control."

"No control is needed."

Wugensheng said calmly.

"Just let him go and kill people. Whether he kills members of the Trinity Sect or our own people, it's all the same."

The old man understood.

Liang Ting is a madman. Letting him go would be a disaster for both sides.

But what Wugensheng wanted was disaster.

Chaos, slaughter, death.

All of this will put pressure on the Sanyi Sect, forcing Zuo Ruotong to come out.

The order was passed down.

At the back of the crowd, the fat, bald man raised his head.

He is Liang Ting, the White Owl.

He licked his lips, the crisscrossing scars on his face twitching with the movement, and his eyes gleamed with excitement.

The thrill of tearing those two people who fell off the cliff was still boiling in my blood; now I had the chance to kill even more people.

He started walking and headed towards the mountain path.

All the surrounding members of the Quanxing clan scattered and avoided them as if they were avoiding a plague god.

Some people were a little slow to dodge and were sent flying by Liang Ting's whip, half of their bodies were mangled.

No one dared to speak.

Liang Ting walked up the mountain path in this way, and wherever he went, even the Quanxing people themselves gave way.

......

On the platform, the battle has been going on for half an hour.

Seven more members of the Sanyi Sect were killed in battle, and more than ten were seriously wounded.

The casualties were even greater, with more than forty people falling, but there was a continuous influx of new recruits.

Shuiyun finally made her move.

He could no longer stand by and watch his disciples fall one by one.

Shui Yun's cultivation level was higher than Lu Wang's, and she had been firmly established at the second level of Reverse Life for many years, making her entire body even whiter.

He charged into the enemy ranks like a tiger among sheep.

With a single palm strike, three members of the Quanxing Sect coughed up blood and flew backward.

He kicked the shield, shattering it along with the man.

He specifically targeted the best members of the Quanxing Sect, killing eight people in a short period of time, three of whom were team leaders.

The All-Out Offensive stalled.

But Shuiyun also paid a price.

He was slashed on the back by a poisoned dagger. Although he managed to expel the poison in time, he still felt dizzy.

"Senior brother!"

Lu Wang rushed over to protect him.

"I am fine."

Shuiyun gritted her teeth.

"But this can't go on. Our Qi is being depleted too quickly."

"The sect leader..."

"We must not disturb the sect leader."

Shuiyun shook her head.

"The third stage of closed-door cultivation is so challenging that the slightest disturbance could cause all previous efforts to be wasted, or even lead to qi deviation."

Lu Wang remained silent.

He knew the importance of the sect leader's seclusion.

If they can truly achieve the third level, the Sanyi Sect will become the number one sect in the world of supernatural beings in the Eastern Kingdom.

However, if they fail, the sect leader may lose all his cultivation or even his life.

This is a retreat where everything is at stake.

"Then we'll hold out until the very last moment."

Lu Wang's expression was resolute.

Shuiyun looked at him, patted his shoulder, and said nothing more.

Quanxing has come up again.

This time, there were only a dozen or so people, but each of them had a gloomy aura and were clearly formidable opponents.

The leader wasn't even human—it was a zombie with bluish-black skin, nails like knives, and movements as swift as the wind.

The person controlling the corpse was a gaunt old man who hid in the back and rang a bell.

The zombies charged straight at Shuiyun.

Shuiyun struck the zombie's chest with a palm, producing a dull thud.

The zombie staggered back two steps, its chest caved in, but then pounced again, oblivious to pain and unafraid of death.