Under One Person: The Puppet Immortal in the Tang Sect

Liang Ting's punches were like hammer blows, his fists covered with a layer of grayish-white bone armor.

In that short time, Liang Ting had already covered his fist with black tendons and soft bones.

He seemed to raise his palm to meet the attack head-on, and the white jade on the edge of his palm shone brightly.

Fist and palm meet.

There was no loud noise, only a dull tremor.

Centered on the two individuals, the stone bricks within a radius of three zhang (approximately 10 meters) were simultaneously shattered, raising a cloud of dust.

Liang Ting's face showed even greater excitement.

"Great! That's awesome!"

With a flick of his left hand, five rope whips shot out from his arm, coiling like venomous snakes toward Xiangchong's neck and limbs.

The rope whip twisted and changed in the air, sometimes as straight as a spear, sometimes as flexible as a rope, sealing off all angles of evasion.

He seemed to give a cold snort, neither retreating nor avoiding.

The white jade-like light around him suddenly receded, and fine lines appeared on the surface of his skin, as if gold threads were inlaid in white jade.

Reversing the Birth to the Second Peak – The Great Perfection of "Golden Skin and Jade Bones".

The rope whip wrapped around his body.

A harsh grinding sound rang out, and the barbs on the rope whip drew countless sparks on the surface of the golden skin and jade bones, but could not penetrate even a fraction.

A flicker of surprise crossed Liang Ting's eyes, which quickly turned into madness.

"Great! That's really great!"

He pulled hard with both arms, tightening the rope whip, trying to drag Si Chong down.

But it seemed as if Chong's feet were rooted to the ground, remaining completely still.

The next moment, it seemed like an impulse.

He let the rope whip bind him, and with his right hand pointing like a sword, he thrust it straight at Liang Ting's heart.

This seemingly slow movement was actually as fast as lightning. The white jade light at the fingertip condensed into a single point, piercing the air with a sharp whistling sound.

Liang Ting's expression changed slightly, but it was too late to retreat.

In a moment of quick thinking, he thickened the bone armor on his right arm instantly, placing it across his chest.

The finger touches the arm guard.

click-

The sound of bones and armor shattering was clearly audible.

Liang Ting was sent flying backward, crashing through the stone railing at the edge of the platform and falling heavily onto the stone steps.

He rolled over and got up. His right arm bone armor was broken, but his body was unharmed. He was just covered in dust and looked a little disheveled.

Instead of flying into a rage after this setback, Liang Ting laughed even louder.

"That felt great! That felt so good!"

He dusted himself off, his eyes blazing with madness.

It seemed as if the ropes and whips on his body would shatter as he strode forward.

Just then, a series of long howls came from the foot of the mountain.

Several figures darted up the mountain path like large birds and landed on the edge of the platform.

The leader was a rebellious young man who was crouching on the railing at the edge of the platform.

He wore a pair of strange, semi-transparent gloves, a theatrical robe, and held an iron whip.

It was Xia Liuqing, who had just made a name for herself as a "fierce woman".

Standing beside him was a tall, thin man with round-framed glasses, who was a refined and cultured man, but was none other than Gu Jiting, a rare master sorcerer in the Quanxing sect.

Further behind was a young woman wearing round-framed glasses, who was Mei Jinfeng, a master of telekinesis.

Behind the three were seven or eight other Quanxing experts, each with a profound aura, clearly not to be trifled with.

"Sect Leader Wugensheng has arrived."

Xia Liuqing spoke, her voice clear and full of energy.

He said, “Please, members of the Trinity Gate, make way.”

He seemed to stop walking.

He glanced at the newly arrived Quanxing masters, then looked down the mountain.

There, a figure in white was slowly climbing the mountain, surrounded by more than ten elite members of the Quanxing Sect.

It was none other than the legendary leader of the Quanxing Sect, Wugensheng.

"Give Way?"

He seemed to be giving a cold laugh.

"Bah! You mere Quanxing demon! Our Sanyi Sect has been established for three hundred years, and we have never allowed Quanxing to enter the sect!"

"Want to see? Then I'll break your limbs and then I'll drag you around and give you a good look!"

It seems that Chong doesn't have a friendly attitude towards these Quanxing demons.

"Then let's fight."

Xia Liuqing shrugged and chuckled, twirling the iron whip in her hand.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

The disciples of the Sanyi Sect quickly gathered behind Si Chong.

Lu Jin, Shui Yun, and other elite disciples stood at the front, all bearing injuries, but their eyes were resolute.

On the Quanxing side, Liang Ting had stood up again and was standing alongside Xia Liuqing and the others.

Although Liang Ting looked down on the other Quanxing members, he was willing to help Wugensheng.

Behind them, more Quanxing members surged onto the platform, and the number of people at the back of the mountain path continued to increase.

The two sides confronted each other on this platform.

The mountain wind howled, dispersing some of the mist and revealing the scattered corpses and dark red stone bricks on the ground.

"Uncle-Master".

Shuiyun said in a low voice.

"They outnumber us; a direct confrontation would be disadvantageous."

It seems that Chong knew this all too well.

He glanced in the direction of the mountaintop.

Senior brother, what exactly are you...?

"Form ranks and retreat while fighting."

It seemed like he was giving an order.

"Retreat to the main hall of the sect."

The disciples of the Sanyi Sect slowly retreated, maintaining a tight formation.

Quanxing did not attack immediately.

They are waiting for Wugensheng.

A moment later, Wugensheng stepped onto the platform.

He was still wearing that white shirt, spotless, as if he had come not to conquer the mountain, but to enjoy the scenery.

He glanced at the battlefield, his gaze lingering on Si Chong for a moment before turning to the back of the San Yi Sect disciples.

"Is the Left Sect Leader still in seclusion?"

Wugensheng smiled slightly and asked.

He seemed to be rushing forward but did not answer.

Wugensheng grinned.

"It seems so. That's perfect."

He raised his hand and waved it gently.

"Fellow members of the Trinity Sect, please set off on your journey."

The order was given.

The entire group was mobilized.

Xia Liuqing made the first move, wiping her face with her gloved right hand.

He then transformed into the theatrical costume of Yuchi Gong, wielding an iron whip in both hands like a dragon emerging from its cave, heading straight for Si Chong.

His movements were unpredictable, his steps like those of a theatrical performer, and the trajectory of his iron whip was even more elusive.

He seemed to dash forward to meet him.

The two exchanged blows with lightning speed, the iron whip colliding with their palms, producing a continuous metallic clang.

On the other side, Gu Qiting formed a hand seal, and a Bagua diagram appeared beneath his feet.

He chanted a spell in a low voice, and suddenly mist rose around the platform. Within the mist, dark shadows darted about, which turned out to be a series of evil spirits.

The disciples of the Sanyi Sect immediately felt a surge of pressure.

These spirits are formless and intangible, specializing in attacking the soul. The Reverse Life Triple Force is extremely strong in its defense against physical attacks, but relatively weak in its resistance to attacks on the soul.

"Guard your mind and concentrate your spirit!"

Shuiyun shouted loudly, and at the same time formed a hand seal. His body shone brightly with white jade light, which dispersed the approaching Yin spirits.

But as soon as he dispersed one batch, even more surged out from the mist.

Mei Jinfeng stood still, merely squinting at the disciples of the Sanyi Sect.