Chapter 113: Tian Sha’s Frustration

Chapter 113: Chapter 113: Tian Sha's Frustration

Tian Sha showed no mercy. Although the eight Golden Core experts were formidable, they were no match for Tian Sha's extraordinary talent and his formidable sword technique, the Heaven-Severing Sword Art. In a matter of moments, he had slain four of them without suffering a single scratch. The remaining four felt a chill in their hearts and hastily retreated.

Tian Sha flew towards the distant glacier.

Along the way, he was unstoppable. Two more Golden Core experts attempted to block him, but with a single, effortless strike from Tian Sha, they were both cut down.

The onlookers retreated in fear.

At this moment, Tian Sha's formidable power was on full display. These were Golden Core experts—each one was supposed to be immensely powerful, yet they fell to a single strike from him?

Bei Qingsi frowned, while Zhongshan, standing beneath the distant glacier, let out a cold laugh. Zhao Suoxiang, standing nearby, also frowned and glanced at Zhongshan.

Tian Sha approached slowly, his imposing presence deterring any Golden Core expert from stepping forward. Bei Qingsi's overwhelming strength had already instilled fear in the Golden Core experts, who could only watch the Iron Spear Sect disciples in the center with clenched teeth. They harbored resentment towards Tian Sha for killing their fellow disciples, but fear overpowered their hatred.

Tian Sha landed nearby, glancing at Bei Qingsi, then at Zhongshan, before casting a cold gaze around.

So this is the strength of the Kaiyang Sect?

"Boom!"

A deafening explosion echoed from the sky above.

High above, a brilliant light erupted, followed by an onslaught of sword energy, blade energy, and spear energy raining down in all directions. Each blast of energy was significantly larger than that produced by Golden Core experts, measuring at least a hundred zhang in size.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

A series of devastating impacts followed, blasting massive holes in the mountains and shattering giant boulders. Fortunately, these immense energies did not strike any people directly.

As the brilliant light in the sky dissipated, a scene gradually emerged. Fịndd new updates at novelhall.com

Gun Wudi stood alone, facing four opponents. After a fierce battle, he hovered in mid-air, his face slightly flushed, eyes wide with intensity. His upper garment was in tatters, his chest stained with blood, but his fighting spirit remained undiminished. His spear pointed at the four opponents, blood dripping from its tip, a testament to the brutal fight that had just occurred.

The four opponents each wore expressions of shock. They had not anticipated Gun Wudi's strength. The leaders of Tianyou Valley and Wanmo Sect each had a gaping wound in their shoulders, blood gushing out, with blood also trickling from the corners of their mouths, indicating severe internal injuries.

The leader of Mingjian Tower, though not pierced by the spear, seemed gravely injured, blood seeping from his mouth as he glared at Gun Wudi with fierce hatred.

General Thunderclap appeared to be in better condition, perhaps having held back during the battle, with only some damage to his black robes, and otherwise unscathed.

The leader of Tianyou Valley gripped his blade, a look of shock in his eyes as he stared at Gun Wudi. Finally, with a slight tremble, he issued an order, "Disciples of Tianyou Valley, heed my command."

"Yes," came the response from the disciples below.

"Retreat to the valley," the leader commanded softly, turning swiftly and flying towards the southwest.

Seeing their leader depart, the disciples of Tianyou Valley quickly followed suit, gathering the bodies of their fallen comrades and retreating southwest.

"Yes," the disciples responded in unison.

"Return to the mountain," Luo Mu ordered.

In Luo Mu's view, facing three opponents with Nascent Soul-level strength, he couldn't afford to take risks. Although Gun Wudi was clearly injured, the extent of his injuries was uncertain. Luo Mu couldn't bet on this uncertain situation, especially with his own severe injuries and General Thunderclap's previous half-hearted efforts, showing they weren't on the same side. Given the circumstances, he decided to retreat immediately.

Without a word to General Thunderclap, Luo Mu turned and swiftly led his disciples away.

Seeing Luo Mu leave, General Thunderclap's eyes widened with frustration. He had hoped Luo Mu would stay and fight alongside him, but Luo Mu had made it clear he had no intention of doing so.

As the Mingjian Tower disciples departed, Gun Wudi pointed his spear at General Thunderclap.

General Thunderclap knew all too well how powerful Gun Wudi was. During their earlier battle, Gun Wudi had overwhelmed his three Nascent Soul-level opponents. The claim that Gun Wudi was at his limit was just to convince Luo Mu. However, General Thunderclap wasn't certain about the true extent of Gun Wudi's injuries.

Facing Bei Qingsi and Tian Sha alone might not pose a significant threat to him, but if Gun Wudi focused his full strength on him, it would be a different story. With Luo Mu gone, he was left to deal with this formidable foe alone.

What to do? Fight one against three?

General Thunderclap shot a cold, resentful glance at Zhongshan before leaping into the air and fleeing. He decided to temporarily abandon his plan to kill Zhongshan.

Watching General Thunderclap's retreating figure, Tian Sha felt a surge of frustration. Couldn't he have held out a little longer?

As the enemies retreated, Bei Qingsi waved her hand, and the hundred-zhang glacier behind her suddenly melted, transforming back into a mighty river flowing downstream.

Victory. They were saved.

The Iron Spear Sect disciples were overjoyed, their eyes filled with the relief of surviving a near-death experience.

"Poof!"

Gun Wudi, his face already flushed, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. His body trembled and he collapsed.

"Master!"

An Iron Spear Sect disciple cried out, rushing forward to catch the falling Gun Wudi. The others also hurried over in alarm.

"Master! Master!" The Iron Spear Sect disciples were frantic, quickly trying to feed him a pill.

Gun Wudi waved his hand weakly, pushing the pill away. With difficulty, he said, "It's no use. To defeat the four of them, I forcibly shattered my Nascent Soul. My energy is in chaos. There's no saving me."

"No, it can't be, Master," a disciple cried, refusing to believe it, still trying to give him the pill.

Closing his eyes, Gun Wudi shook his head, listening to his iron-blooded disciples weeping beside him. He sighed softly.

"Zhao Suoxiang, kneel," Gun Wudi suddenly commanded.

Zhao Suoxiang immediately moved in front of Gun Wudi, kneeling down before his master. His swollen eyes were filled with panic. Was his master really dying?