Douluo: Reincarnation of Leosli, punishing the evildoers

"Hmph, Bibi Dong, do you think you can shake me with these?" Tang San sneered, a hint of contempt flashing in his eyes.

Bibi Dong still wore that eerie smile, her voice low and seductive: "Tang San, do you really understand the power of a god?"

Just then, Bibi Dong's body suddenly erupted with a strong purple light, and her form began to change. Dark purple scales covered her skin, and a pair of enormous bat wings stretched out from her back. Her eyes turned completely black, without any whites, and she looked like a demon crawling out of the abyss.

"Rakshasa True Form!" Bibi Dong's voice echoed across the entire battlefield, her aura several times stronger than before.

Tang San's expression finally turned serious. He could sense that Bibi Dong's power was now no less than his own, a newly promoted God King. He gripped the Asura Sword tightly, his divine power surging wildly within him, preparing for the impending tough battle.

The battle escalated once again, with Bibi Dong and Tang San engaging in a fierce duel high in the sky.

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Ning Fengzhi, who was gradually approaching the battlefield in the distance, was stunned when he saw this scene.

The scene before him was so shocking that Ning Fengzhi was momentarily speechless.

"Is this something that can truly be achieved by human power?"

Chen Xin said with some shock.

He had practiced swordsmanship all his life and believed himself to be invincible in the art of swordsmanship. But seeing the scene before him, he had to admit that even if he practiced for another three hundred years, he would still be no match for these people.

Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath to calm his inner shock, and then slowly said, "Perhaps this is the difference between us and them..."

In the face of absolute power, any schemes and strategies are meaningless.

"So what should we do next, Fengzhi?" Chenxin continued to ask. "If we go now, wouldn't we be sending ourselves to our deaths?"

Ning Fengzhi stood at a distance, gazing at the sky ravaged by divine power. Dark purple lightning intertwined with crimson sword energy, threatening to tear the world apart. His fingers unconsciously clenched his sleeves, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force. In his ear was Chen Xin's deep voice, tinged with a rare hint of confusion and heaviness.

Ning Fengzhi did not answer immediately. Instead, he raised his head and looked at the chaotic battlefield, his gaze deep and unwavering. His expression remained calm, but a hint of seriousness flashed in his eyes. After a moment, he spoke slowly, his voice low and firm: "Uncle Jian, we really cannot directly participate in the battle."

Chen Xin frowned, turned to look at Ning Fengzhi, and asked with a hint of confusion in her eyes: "So we're just going to stand by and watch? If we let them decide the winner, the situation will probably get completely out of control."

Ning Fengzhi shook his head slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips, but there was no ease in that smile: "Stand by and watch? No, we have more important things to do." He paused, his gaze turning to the distant Tiandou City, a sharp glint in his eyes, "This battle, regardless of who wins or loses, will not change one fact—the course of war is always in the hands of the strongest. And we must ensure that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School remains undefeated in this storm."

Chen Xin remained silent for a moment, seemingly understanding Ning Fengzhi's meaning: "You mean... we should take this opportunity to consolidate our power?"

Ning Fengzhi nodded, his expression gradually returning to its usual composure: "That's right."

"Order the army not to advance at full speed. Uncle Jian, let's go and take a look first. If we are truly outmatched, we can retreat later."

"clear."

Upon hearing this, Chen Xin immediately took Ning Fengzhi and left first.

Chen Xin and Ning Fengzhi's figures streaked across the night sky like two faint shadows. Their speed wasn't fast, but it was extremely steady. Chen Xin's sword intent flowed around him, and the invisible sword energy sliced ​​through the surrounding air, forming a barely perceptible barrier that protected the two from external interference. Ning Fengzhi's expression remained calm, but his gaze never left the battlefield. Purple-black lightning intertwined with dark red sword energy, each collision accompanied by a deafening roar, as if the heavens and earth trembled. His fingers lightly caressed his cuffs, while his mind rapidly calculated the changing situation.

"Uncle Jian, what do you think we can gain from this?" Ning Fengzhi asked in a low voice, his voice almost drowned out by the distant roar.

Chen Xin's gaze sharpened slightly, and after a moment of contemplation, he replied, "Whether it's Tang San or Bibi Dong, their power has already surpassed the limits of mortals. If we rashly intervene, we will only become cannon fodder. But if we can take advantage of their conflict, it might buy us more time and resources."

Ning Fengzhi nodded, a hint of appreciation flashing in his eyes: "That's right. The outcome of this battle is no longer within our control, but we can find opportunities in the chaos to strengthen ourselves."

The two continued flying forward, getting closer and closer to the battlefield. The air was thick with intense energy fluctuations, making even breathing difficult. Chen Xin's brow furrowed slightly as he felt a powerful sense of oppression.

He glanced at Ning Fengzhi and noticed that the other man's face was also somewhat pale, but his eyes remained firm.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call businessmen another kind of gambler: either they lose everything, or they win everything.

Ning Fengzhi stopped, his gaze fixed intently on the battlefield before him. Crimson lightning and dark red sword energy intertwined in the night sky, like two colossal dragons tearing at each other, each strike accompanied by a deafening roar. Dust billowed from the ground, trees were uprooted, and the entire battlefield seemed to have descended into a chaotic apocalypse.

Ning Fengzhi's fingers trembled slightly, but his voice remained steady: "Uncle Jian, our chance has come."

As he spoke, he took out two items from his storage soul tool.

"Since we can't kill a god, reducing the Star Luo's military strength should be something we can do, right?"

Ning Fengzhi naturally acknowledged the destructive power of the item before him.

Lou Gao originally built three, and he tested one of them. He found that it was incredibly powerful. This small one almost wiped out the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Fortunately, the place where the experiment was conducted was far from the sect; otherwise, Ning Fengzhi would have truly become a sinner of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

"Ning Fengzhi, what are you doing!"

Tang San, who was engaged in a fierce battle with Bibi Dong and the others, naturally saw Ning Fengzhi's actions, but upon seeing what Ning Fengzhi was holding, he was also on high alert.

This is the Tang Clan's supreme hidden weapon, the Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus!

"Xiaobai, stop him!"

Tang San knew all too well how powerful the Buddha's Wrath Lotus was.

"Nephew Tang San, I remember that your sect is an vassal of my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School! What, are you going to betray the oath you made with your martial soul?"

Although Ning Fengzhi was smiling, his hands didn't stop moving. (End of Chapter)