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Chapter 12 True Immortal 3rd Prince? Not incapable of fighting!
As Nezha finished speaking.
On the walls of Xiqi, hundreds of thousands of troops lined up outside the city erupted in cheers as if they had survived a catastrophe!
"The Third Prince of Qianyuan Mountain has arrived!"
"Even if this Nine Li demon has three heads and six arms, he has no chance of survival today!"
"May God bless Xiqi!"
"May God bless Xiqi!"
The Xiqi soldiers, who were trembling with fear and could barely hold their weapons as Gu Xuan approached, were now in a state of shock.
His trembling legs miraculously regained their footing, and he gripped the trembling iron sword tightly once more.
Right in the center of the city gate tower.
Jiang Ziya loosened his grip on the God-Slaying Whip slightly.
The gloom that had been weighing on his face for days vanished completely.
"My nephew has arrived just in time..."
Huang Feihu, standing beside him, was trembling with excitement.
"The Third Prince's cultivation has reached the late stage of True Immortal, and he also possesses a spiritual treasure!"
"No matter how fierce this merchant dog is..."
"Before the Third Prince, they are nothing but clay chickens and earthen dogs, utterly vulnerable!"
A twisted sense of pleasure flashed in Huang Feihu's eyes, and he said in a hoarse voice.
"My son..."
"Wait a little longer!"
"These remnants of the Jiuli tribe will be buried with you!"
……
Just then.
A calm voice echoed softly across the noisy battlefield.
"Are you done talking?"
Hundreds of thousands of eyes in Xiqi turned to look in the direction of the sound.
On the battlefield, Gu Xuan held the Void-Breaking Spear in one hand, his expression remaining calm.
He slowly raised his head, his gaze piercing through the distorted heat waves, and looked directly at Nezha in mid-air.
Unexpectedly, the reinforcements that Jiang Ziya summoned...
It turned out to be this Third Prince, who only cared about killing and not about burying the dead.
Gu Xuan lowered his eyelids, a fleeting glint of light flashing in his eyes.
Feeling his heart pounding in his chest, waves of fighting spirit surged from his chest to his limbs and bones.
The Third Prince of the True Immortals?
It's not that we can't fight!
Gu Xuan slowly exhaled a breath of stale air and calmly looked at Nezha.
"Now that you've finished speaking..."
"Then let's begin."
midair.
Seeing that this newly enlightened celestial being dared to look down on him so much.
Two terrifying killing intents suddenly erupted from Nezha's already arrogant eyes.
"A mere celestial being, having torn off some shackles, dares to utter provocative words?!"
"Does he really think he's someone important?"
Nezha snorted coldly, looking down at the black-armored youth on the dragon horse.
The pressure from the late-stage True Immortal quickly receded like a receding tide, settling firmly within the Heavenly Immortal realm.
"Today I'll show you what it's like to be a frog in a well."
"Even if they are both celestial beings..."
"There are differences between you and me!"
The words fell.
Nezha slowly raised his hand.
then……
He thrust out a spear slowly from his high vantage point.
"Sizzle—!"
The tip of the fire-tipped spear rubbed against the air, emitting a sharp and piercing whistle.
The spear instantly transformed into a roaring, tumbling crimson fire dragon, dozens of feet long, piercing straight at the black-armored youth riding a horse beneath him.
Gu Xuan's expression remained unchanged, and a dragon's roar resounded within his body.
With one hand, lift up the air and break through the void, then flick it diagonally upwards.
"clang--!"
The clang of metal on metal was deafening.
The crimson fire dragon exploded on the spot, turning into a rain of fire that filled the sky.
A ring of transparent shockwave, carrying countless sparks, spread wildly in all directions.
at the same time.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Three muffled explosions followed immediately.
Nezha, along with his gun, took three steps back in mid-air.
My right arm trembled slightly, and the area between my thumb and forefinger felt faintly numb.
Nezha suddenly looked up at Gu Xuan, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
"That force..."
Gu Xuan slowly sheathed his gun.
The East Sea Dragon Horse beneath him struggled and strained, managing to stand upright again.
Gu Xuan raised his eyes to look at Nezha, who was in a slightly disheveled state in mid-air, a deep meaning flashing in his eyes, and said in a calm tone.
"Among celestial beings..."
"There are indeed differences."
Just two short sentences...
But it was like two loud slaps to Nezha's face.
"Are you looking for death?!"
Nezha's fair cheeks instantly turned bright red.
He suddenly raised his gun and lunged forward.
Blazing Samadhi Fire burst forth from the spear tassel.
In the blink of an eye, it transformed into seven lifelike fire dragons, each a hundred feet in size.
"go!"
Nezha let out a sharp shout.
The Fire-Tipped Spear vanished in a blur.
In the blink of an eye, he thrust seven times!
"roar--!"
The seven Samadhi True Fires transformed into a raging dragon that roared to the sky.
Then, carrying terrifyingly high temperatures that could scorch the heavens and boil the seas, it rushed towards Gu Xuan to strangle him!
In an instant.
The entire battlefield seemed to have transformed into a fiery inferno.
The air within a hundred feet was instantly sucked out completely.
The distorted and illusory space trembled and wailed amidst the sea of fire, and wisps of pungent black smoke began to rise from the yellow sand on the ground.
"The Samadhi Fire truly lives up to its name."
Gu Xuan gripped the Void-Piercing Spear tightly and took a deep breath.
The magical power surged wildly through his meridians like a river bursting its banks.
The crimson-gold dragon patterns on the bones emitted deep, resonant roars.
"Sizzle—"
The edges of the Xuanjia armor plates melted, turning into molten iron that dripped down.
But Gu Xuan seemed to feel no pain.
He gripped the Void-Breaking Technique tightly, pouring all the outrageous magical power within him into it.
"Disperse!"
Gu Xuan let out a low shout that shattered the clouds, and suddenly exerted force from his waist and hips.
The Void-Piercing Spear in his hand was like a black full moon, sweeping out with overwhelming force!
"boom--!"
The gun ripped through the air, producing a sharp sonic boom.
A condensed spear beam, over a hundred feet long, slashed straight into the sea of fire.
In an instant.
The seven fierce and arrogant Samadhi Fire Dragons suddenly froze.
Clean, crisp, white cuts, trailing long, dark lines, hung silently in mid-air.
next second.
All seven dragon heads were broken off.
The dragon's body, which blotted out the sky, silently crumbled, turning into countless sparks that dissipated into the void.
However......
The gunfire wasn't over yet!
"clang--!"
A metallic clang, ten times more terrifying than before, suddenly resounded between heaven and earth.
Nezha felt a numbness in his tiger's mouth and his arms trembled.
It was as if he had been hit head-on by a mountain, and he was thrown backward involuntarily!
The crimson figure pierced through the clouds, flying wildly backward.
Behind him...
A shocking scorch mark stretched out along the direction of the backward flight, extending for hundreds of miles and lingering for a long time.
Until it cut through half of the Xiqi Plain!
Before the battle, Gu Xuan slowly withdrew his Void-Breaking technique and exhaled a long breath of turbid white air.
He felt the soreness in his right arm muscles, looked up at Nezha who had regained his footing a hundred miles away, and sighed softly.
"The Celestial Immortals of the Chan Sect..."
"It's really different."
Just now, a sweeping strike...
He used a full 70% of his strength!
......
The battlefield of Xiqi, a hundred feet away.
The fiery red figure tumbled several times in mid-air before barely managing to regain its balance.
"Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—"
Nezha's chest heaved violently.
He slowly lowered his head, looking at the fire-tipped spear in his hand.
The Fire-Tipped Spear, a primordial spiritual treasure, was still emitting a series of buzzing vibrations.
Nezha remained silent for a moment.
His face showed arrogance, disdain, and conceit...
It gradually subsided.
He took a deep breath and slowly raised his head.
His gaze pierced through the void for hundreds of feet, locking onto the black-armored youth riding the East Sea Dragon Horse.
For a very long time...
The voice, now less arrogant, carried across the battlefield under the influence of magic.
"Your physical body..."
"How was it repaired?"