Under One Person: The Puppet Immortal in the Tang Sect

Chapter 227 Divine Technology! Breathtaking! (4k)

Outside the barrier of white qi, the atmosphere was stagnant.

Under Chengzhen's persuasion, many disciples of the Sanyi Sect have stopped their obvious hostility towards the members of the Shenji Alliance.

But the wariness in their eyes remained, and an invisible distance was drawn between them, with a clear distinction between the two sides.

The members of the Divine Machine Alliance focused on their own affairs.

The Zhao brothers were still directing the construction of defensive fortifications, while Zhang Xuan, Li Muxuan, and Wuming stood quietly to the side, their eyes occasionally sweeping across the scene, their expressions calm to the point of indifference.

This subtle gap allowed the remaining members of the Quanxing sect to secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

At this moment, only six or seven members of the Quanxing sect were still standing, all of them injured and breathing erratically.

They huddled at the edge of the battle, their eyes darting around, neither daring to flee rashly nor fearing the reckoning that would follow once the outcome was decided within the barrier.

Seeing the delicate atmosphere between the Sanyi Sect and the Shenji Alliance, these people felt a sliver of hope.

If these two sides start fighting each other first, they might actually be able to find a glimmer of hope in the chaos.

Otherwise, once the pure white barrier dissipates, if Sect Leader Wugensheng is killed by Zuo Ruotong and Cui Ming, then it will be their turn next.

The disciples of the Sanyi Sect hated Quanxing to the bone, and those from the Shenji Alliance didn't seem to be merciful either.

If the two sides join forces to wipe them out, they will probably have no chance of survival.

Moreover, there was no way to escape at this point, as the path down the mountain was being closely watched by the Shenji Alliance.

But they are still building defensive fortifications. Could it be that someone is coming?

Those present sighed inwardly, but deep in their hearts lingered an even more distant and unrealistic dream.

Perhaps the sect leader can unleash his full power within the barrier, not only defeating Zuo Ruotong, the leader of the Xuanmen sect.

Even the mysterious and unpredictable "Death-Taking Yama" Cui Ming was dealt with?

The idea was so absurd that even they found it laughable, but in dire straits, people always need a little something to hold onto.

just in case……

What if it happens?

The three parties, each with their own agendas, stood in silent confrontation.

The mountain wind whistled through the gaps in the forest, and time slipped by, each breath seeming exceptionally long, so oppressive it was suffocating.

At this moment of utter tension—

Within the pure white barrier, a sudden burst of muffled fighting sounds and surging Qi energy erupted!

Immediately afterwards, a blinding white light exploded from the center of the Qi ball, and a miniature blazing sun suddenly appeared, its intense light sweeping across the surrounding area!

"careful!"

Chengzhen shouted sharply.

Everyone instinctively raised their hands to shield their eyes, but the white light still blinded them, and tears welled up uncontrollably.

The bright light lasted for about three breaths before gradually dimming.

Everyone struggled to open their stinging eyes and hurriedly looked in the direction of the barrier.

The once perfectly round and solid pure white energy ball was now flickering like a candle in the wind, with violent ripples on its surface, as if it might collapse at any moment.

A figure shot out from the ball of qi, streaking through the air and leaving a trail of blood mist before crashing heavily into the area where the remnants of the Quanxing sect were gathered.

Dust flew everywhere.

The Quanxing members looked on in horror, and when they saw the man's face, they were utterly terrified.

It is rootless!

The usually composed leader of the Quanxing Sect now had a face as pale as paper, with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

His black clothes were torn at the chest, revealing several deep wounds that exposed bone, and his Qi was so weak that it was almost imperceptible.

He struggled to get up, supporting himself with his hands, but stumbled and nearly fell again.

"Sect Leader!"

Gu Qiting and Mei Jinfeng were the first to react and rushed forward to help him.

Upon seeing this, the remaining Quanxing members' last glimmer of hope shattered, replaced by a bone-chilling cold.

They looked towards the barrier again.

The pure white energy ball finally couldn't hold on any longer and vanished silently like a bubble.

The scene within was revealed.

The once ethereal, white-clad Zuo Ruotong, who seemed to float in mid-air like a celestial being descended to earth, had now drastically changed appearance—

His once jet-black hair had turned dry and gray, his skin clung to his bones, his wrinkles were deep as ravines, and his figure was hunched and thin, as if a mountain gust of wind could blow him over.

Only those eyes, though sunken in their sockets, remained clear and sharp, quietly scanning the entire scene.

But what's even more shocking is another figure.

Cui Ming.

That "Death-Taking Yama" dressed in black and holding a folding fan.

At this moment, he was covered in a set of streamlined, sharp, and powerfully beautiful metal armor.

The armor was entirely black, with a dark blue glow at the joints, and intricate patterns adorning the chest and limbs.

He was also suspended in the air, surrounded by a silver-white steel crescent wheel as tall as a person, which was slowly rotating around him, with the cold light flowing from its blade.

A little further away, twenty-four short swords, each about a foot long, were arranged in mid-air, their tips slightly lowered and their blades humming, as if responding to their masters' will.

At this moment, although Cui Ming's face was partially covered by a mask, his overwhelming sense of oppression was far more chilling than that of the ethereal Zuo Ruotong before.

Armor, crescent moon, floating short sword...

All of this combined creates an aura of majesty that transcends the understanding of this era, almost like that of a god or demon.

The audience was silent.

Whether they were disciples of the Sanyi Sect or the remaining members of the Quanxing Sect, they were all stunned by this sudden change and the scene before them, leaving their minds blank and unable to recover for a long time.

In the midst of this deathly silence, a series of rapid and crisp mechanical sounds suddenly emanated from the black armor worn by Cui Ming, which exuded a sense of futuristic technology and power.

The armor's breastplate, arm armor, leg armor, and other components were separated one by one, disassembling themselves as if they were living things.

In just a few breaths, the entire suit of armor had been completely removed from Cui Ming's body.

Upon landing, the parts interlocked and reassembled, transforming into a giant metal wolf with a jet-black body and red eyes!

The giant wolf stood with its head held high, quietly lying beneath Cui Ming.

It was Fenrir the wolf.

At the same time, the twenty-four floating short swords trembled in unison, with delicate hooks extending from their hilts and connecting with each other.

In the blink of an eye, it reformed into a folding fan with a painting of mountains, rivers, and stars, and flew back into Cui Ming's hand.

The silver crescent-shaped wheel, as tall as a person, was also directly put into Cui Ming's Devouring Pouch.

Cui Ming slowly descended, his toes lightly touching the ground, landing perfectly on the broad back of the Fenrir wolf.

He put one hand behind his back and gently waved a folding fan with the other, his expression returning to calm as his gaze swept across the entire room.

Finally, the voice landed on the heavily injured Wugensheng, and he spoke softly:

"It's all over now."

The sound wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"As requested by Master Zuo."

Cui Ming continued.

“I can spare Wugensheng’s life.”

He paused, glancing at Wugensheng, who was being protected by Gu Jiting and Mei Jinfeng and was on the verge of death, his expression unreadable.

"As for the others..."

Before he could finish speaking, the chill in his voice sent shivers down the spines of the remaining Quanxing members.

"Senior brother—!"

In the Sanyi Sect camp, Si Chong finally snapped out of his shock, shouted excitedly, and ran towards Zuo Ruotong.

But then he noticed his senior brother's aged and withered appearance, and his steps suddenly stopped, his eyes instantly turning red.

Zuo Ruotong simply raised her hand slowly, signaling him to calm down, her gaze still fixed on Cui Ming.

His chest heaved violently, and he abruptly turned his head to glare at the remnants of the Quanxing gang, shouting sternly.

"Quickly! Capture all those Quanxing demons! Don't let a single one escape!"

Upon hearing this, the other disciples of the Three Ones Sect immediately stirred their Qi and prepared to rush forward to capture him.

"I'll listen to Master Cui."

Zuo Ruotong's aged and hoarse voice rang out, not loud, but carrying an undeniable authority.

He seemed to turn his head in surprise.

"But senior brother! These Quanxing demons..."

Zuo Ruotong simply glanced at him with her deep-set eyes.

It seemed to surge to his throat, but in the end he dared not disobey, gritted his teeth, lowered his head, and no longer persisted.

Seeing this, the disciples of the Sanyi Sect glared hatefully at Quanxing and the others, and had no choice but to remain still.

After Cui Ming finished speaking, he did not look at the members of the Sanyi Sect again.

Behind him, the members of the Divine Machine Alliance and several humanoid puppets silently stepped forward, quickly dispersed, and subtly surrounded the remnants of the Quanxing faction in the center.

The brothers Zhao Pingshan and Zhao Tianhai, dressed in mysterious armor, stood at the forefront and slowly approached.

Zhang Xuan and Li Muxuan guarded the right flank, while Wuming stood quietly behind Cui Ming. The twelve flying swords had been drawn again and were hovering around him, their tips pointing at the Quanxing group.

Cui Ming gracefully dismounted from the back of the Fenrir wolf and took a step forward.