Chapter 407: Their Bonds
“Huh? What’s that yellow-haired punk up to? He actually turned back. Is he planning to clash head-on with Wu Ziming?”
“He’s lost his mind! With Wu Ziming’s mountainous pile of magical treasures, he could crush this guy flat like a pancake!”
“At this point, retreating timely to wait for that yuan ying sword cultivator to regain his strength and then re-strategize would be wise.”
The spectators were wide-eyed and slack-jawed as they watched Yun Zhonghe not only refuse to retreat but instead return to the battlefield with Xia Linglong. Everyone was shocked out of their wits, thinking Yun Zhonghe had gone completely nuts.
They all reckoned Yun Zhonghe must’ve been feeling particularly bold.
Sure enough, Wu Ziming’s team had already suffered one member’s demise and had used up a lot of spiritual energy in opposing Xia Linglong and company. Still, that didn’t mean a few low-level cultivators standing at the initial stage of the jin dan could easily take them down.
As they say, “A dead camel is bigger than a horse,” let alone Wu Ziming’s team being far from dead or even thin.
In everyone’s eyes, Xia Linglong was the main character, and Yun Zhonghe’s team, even if they allied with Xia Linglong, would only serve as supporting characters to fill the vacancies left by the two absent members.
Upon seeing this sudden turn of events, the high-ranked cultivators on the main peak’s viewing stand didn’t offer any immediate commentary but instead watched with amused interest to see Yun Zhonghe’s plan unfold on the water screen.
“Hey… He seems to be the type who likes to play around in public, look at him, smooching and hugging. That’s not very proper, is it?”
Xia Jiazhu, watching from the Ten Thousand Miles Water Mirror, finally recognized Yun Zhonghe, sounding all gossipy, quite like a teenage girl obsessed with rumors despite having three kids.
“Very good, he’s more handsome than the paintings suggest. My kid’s taste is spot-on. She chose a real standout.” Xia Jiazhu remarked while showing off, to which Yun Yu Zhenren nodded in agreement.
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Within the secret realm, spirits danced and shadows crossed.
“Xiaoxiao, protect Senior Sister Qing Luan! And remember, save your strength unless it’s an emergency!”
“Ice, Zhongyu! Senior Sister Xia will help me buy time, just three minutes!”
Yun Zhonghe dashed forth with Xia Linglong riding his snow cloud sword, instructing his team!
His commands were concise: “Execute Plan C – go!”
“Got it!”
Mu Jixue, Lin Zhongyu, and Su Xiaoxiao replied in unison, placing trust and faith in Yun Zhonghe, moving as one.
Mu Jixue and Lin Zhongyu shared glances, silently communicating their understanding through mere looks.
Lin Zhongyu: “Xue, lend a hand.”
Mu Jixue: “No problem, I’ll watch and learn.”
After countless drills, their teamwork was polished and slick. Familiarity and chemistry oozed from every move.
At that moment, Xia Linglong popped a pill and alighted beside Mu Jixue, forming a three-to-three standoff.
Yun Zhonghe positioned himself behind his team about a hundred meters away, drawing colored elixirs from his ring. Like a meteor shower, each elixir contained different elemental energies.
With resolve, he opened his mouth and gulped down the elixirs — his body surged, channeling the essence of fire, water, earth, wood, and his own metal energy.
“Whoa! Did this guy lose his marbles? Downing so many different element elixirs at once?!”
“Crazy! This lunatic can’t possibly handle mixing different elements internally without exploding. Right?”
“What’s he plotting?”
Representatives from five continents were stunned; no one has ever seen such insanity before. They couldn’t fathom his motives.
Could it be, he plans to charge head-on recklessly at Wu Ziming, aiming for a mutual destruction?
While the secret realm couldn’t k*ll directly, this suicidal approach made everyone nervous.
What if… you know…
In the arena, Wu Ziming’s sharp gaze surveyed Mu Jixue, Lin Zhongyu, and Xia Linglong, smiling at the challenge.
“Two Elders’ disciples and one disciple ranking powerhouse… Tch, tough setup.”
Even though he faced a formidable trio, Wu Ziming remained unflappable.
Mu Jixue moved, creating icy illusions, confusing Wu Ziming.
He sensed her moves, quickly countering with an ordinary pouch, trapping invisible vacuum wind blades.
Deception worked!
His teammates lunged fiercely toward Mu Jixue and her companions. Wu Ziming threw a golden object, encasing his allies in radiant armor.
Faced with this, Mu Jixue held her ground, commanding her ice replicas to rush at Wu’s team. Just before contact, she flicked her fingers, causing the replicas to explode, releasing an ice storm shockwave.
“Strong!”
Wu Ziming narrowed his eyes, impressed by the relentless attacks, recognizing high battle proficiency.
“Wind!” Lin Zhongyu whispered, a wind technique slicing through, stirring up a tempest, freezing the air.
“Wind!” She screamed, riding the gusts, cutting through the battlefield with chilling precision, determined not to falter.
