Under One Person: The Puppet Immortal in the Tang Sect

Whenever a disciple tries to break through or launch a ranged attack, they will feel an invisible force interfering with their movements, causing them to become momentarily slowed down.

That's telekinesis.

With these three masters holding them back, the ordinary disciples of Quanxing seized the opportunity to launch a fierce attack.

The defenses at Sanyi Gate began to falter.

One disciple was possessed by a malevolent spirit, and in a moment of losing his composure, he was struck by three knives at the same time.

Her jade-like bones and icy skin shattered, and blood splattered everywhere.

Another disciple tried to help, but was held down by telekinesis and could only watch helplessly as his companion fell.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!"

The water and clouds roared.

The disciples of the Sanyi Sect fought and retreated, withdrawing towards the stone steps on the mountain.

But Quanxing relentlessly pursued them.

Liang Ting was even more engrossed in the killing, his black tendrils and supple bones dancing wildly, leaving a trail of blood and flesh in his wake.

He specifically targeted injured disciples, laughing wildly after each kill.

It seemed that Chong was entangled by Xia Liuqing and could not break free for the time being.

Shuiyun wanted to return to help, but was trapped by Gu Jiting's formation.

The Bagua formation is infinitely changeable. Every time he breaks through one part, a new change immediately arises, as if he is sinking into a quagmire.

The situation in the battle took a sharp turn for the worse.

More than ten members of the Sanyi Sect fell and retreated to the last section of stone steps leading to the sect's main hall.

The stone steps here are steeper, and there are cliffs on both sides, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Si Chong finally found an opportunity, and with a palm strike, he sent Xia Liuqing flying back to the top of the stone steps.

He glanced at his disciples behind him; there were only about thirty left, and most of them were injured.

The Quanxing sect still had nearly a hundred members, and almost none of their experts were injured.

"Uncle-Master..."

Shuiyun had blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, and her left arm hung limply at her side, clearly broken.

Lu Jin and the other elite disciples also retreated, each bearing several wounds.

Although the healing process was gradually taking effect under the influence of the technique, his face remained as pale as paper.

He seemed to take a deep breath.

"Retreat to the main hall!"

This is the last resort.

The main hall of the Sanyi Sect was the only option, at least giving the remaining disciples some breathing room.

They should try to delay as much as possible. Now it's up to Chengzhen, Changqing, and the others to discover the problem and return to Sanyi Sect in time.

As for Cui Ming and his fellow practitioners, it seems Chong doesn't hold much hope.

Chapter 220, Phase Two

The disciples of the Sanyi Sect faced the Quanxing Sect members and slowly retreated towards the main hall.

Quanxing did not pursue them at this time.

They simply gathered at the foot of the stone steps, awaiting Wugensheng's command.

Wugensheng sat on the edge of the platform, gazing at the main hall on the mountain with a deep look in his eyes.

"Sect Leader, should we launch a full-scale attack?"

Xia Liuqing asked.

"hold on."

Wugensheng crossed his legs, propped his head up with one hand, and yawned.

"Wait for them to enter the hall, then get ready."

"Be prepared? Does that mean we'll have to risk our lives again?!"

The Quanxing member who had previously led the way with the iron whip expressed his dissatisfaction and questioned.

"Wugensheng! You don't..."

Before the Quanxing man could finish speaking, several black tendons and soft bones pierced through him and hoisted him up.

"Pfft...yes...no..."

With red eyes, Liang Ting, in front of the entire Quanxing community, dismembered this man who harbored resentment towards Wugensheng into countless fragments of people.

Then, Liang Ting stood calmly beside Wu Gensheng.

He looked at the Quanxing members, who were now silent and trembling with fear, with a sinister grin on his face.

vicious.

But it works.

While the Quanxing people waited at the foot of the mountain.

Many disciples of the Sanyi Sect quickly retreated into the Sanyi Sect's main hall.

Si Chong entered last, then turned and closed the sect's gate.

Inside the sect, the dozen or so ordinary disciples who remained behind were armed with swords, bows, and crossbows, standing ready for battle.

Although we are safe for now.

But the atmosphere inside the hall was deathly silent.

The disciples sat or lay down, tending to their wounds and regulating their breathing to restore their energy.

No one spoke, only suppressed breathing and occasional groans.

Si Chong walked to the center of the main hall, looked at the ancestral tablets enshrined there, and remained silent for a long time.

"Uncle-Master".

Shuiyun walked up behind him.

"The sect leader..."

"My senior brother will come out."

It seemed as if he was interrupting him.

"Definitely."

But when?

he does not know.

Suddenly, a commotion arose outside the hall.

It wasn't the shouts of battle as they attacked the mountain, but rather... the sounds of chaotic fighting, exclamations, and screams.

Moreover, the sound came from down the mountain.

Si Chong was startled, then quickly walked to the side window of the palace door and looked out.

At the platform below the mountain, the once orderly formation of the Quanxing Sect was now in complete chaos.

From the direction of the mountain road, a group of people and horses were charging uphill, causing chaos and defeat wherever they went.

The group was small, about thirty or forty people, but each of them was exceptionally skilled.

Leading the group was a young man skilled in manipulating objects, who wielded twelve flying swords and took the lead.

As those flying swords sliced ​​through the air, they created arcs of light, instantly cleaving any Quanxing members blocking their path in two.

Beside the young man, Li Muxuan had a manic expression, waving his hands wildly, and a white light condensed in his hands into a long whip.

As Li Muxuan swung his mechanical arm, it struck several members of the Quanxing sect.

The Quanxing group, which was accidentally hit, flashed with white light.

All the muscles, bones, and flesh in his body were twisted into a lump of rotten flesh.

Further back, the Zhao brothers, Pingshan and Tianhai, wearing their modified Xuanji armor, moved like tigers among sheep.

With every move, no one could stop him.

Zhang Xuan, just like Cui Ming before her, carried a mechanical box as tall as a person on her back and followed in the middle of the group.

Every now and then, Zhang Xuan would pull out some novel gadgets from the mechanism box, clearly treating these Quanxing members as the best guinea pigs.

Flying needles, flying shuttles, thunderbolts... countless gadgets flew into the crowd of the Quanxing people.

Behind them followed dozens of reinforcements hidden in cloaks.

After the team cleared obstacles along the way.

A figure in black robes, holding a folding fan, slowly climbed the mountain.

Cui Ming.

He didn't make a move; he simply walked slowly to the foot of the mountain and stood still.

It was once a peaceful and tranquil place at the foot of Sanyimen Mountain with fresh air.

It is now a scene of devastation, with severed limbs and a pervasive stench of blood everywhere.

Seeing the members of the Sanyi Sect whom I had met before now lying in pools of blood.

Cui Ming couldn't help but sigh slightly.

Unfortunately, the Sanyi Sect is now the bait that has drawn out the Quanxing Sect and the Japanese.

We can't just trade our own people's lives for this, can we?

Looking up at the group of Quanxing members halfway up the mountain, Cui Ming smiled from the bottom of his heart.