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Chapter 187 Unexpected Strength
"The black fog over there seems to be dissipating."

"Is the battle over?"

"Zhang Zhili must have had his fill of fun, right?"

"Nine divine embryos have trapped one person. Alas... the chances of survival are slim. I wonder if that protector will still have a human form later."

“Zhang Zhili is ruthless, so the protector will probably have a hard time protecting him.”

The onlookers, the celestial beings, watched the Heavenly Eagle Burial Array from afar, their voices filled with sighs.

As the saying goes, "When the rabbit dies, the fox grieves." The Zhang family, relying on their power, bullied others, nine against one, completely shameless. It's inevitable that they would empathize with Meng Bai.

Those Tianmin disciples, in particular, felt waves of despair, wondering how they would escape if they were in such a situation.

With this thought in mind, some people couldn't bear to watch anymore.

But just as these people turned their heads away, not daring to look, they heard a series of exclamations in their ears.

With these questions in mind, the people looked back at the location of the fog ball.

But Meng Bai stood with his hands behind his back on the cloud, his clothes fluttering, showing no sign of being surrounded and besieged.

On the contrary, Zhang Zhili and his nine men who were besieging him were stripped naked, and Meng Bai even shredded their undergarments with the Xunfeng wind.

This forced the nine people to rely on the mist condensed from their magic power to cover themselves up. As soon as the Heavenly Eagle Burial Array dissipated, the nine people fled in panic, looking utterly ridiculous.

"This……"

"What's going on? Nine against one and they still couldn't win?"

“Not only did they not win, but it seems that those nine people were not even a match for them. Look, the protector of the God of Salvation has not even had his clothes torn, which shows that he is in complete control.”

"Who is that protector, and how can he be so powerful?"

"I really can't understand it either. That bald protector was at the peak of the late stage of the Divine Embryo realm. Even against a Divine Embryo attendant with incense offerings, he would have the strength to fight. How could he be in such a sorry state?"

"Could it be that the protector of the God of Salvation has already entered the realm of a false god? Is his true identity a servant of other gods?"

"It's not impossible, otherwise why would they always wear a mask?"

Incredulous exclamations and discussions continued to rise, even distracting Zhang Zhiyi, who was fighting against Su Xintang.

He looked at Zhang Zhili and his nine companions with utter bewilderment, inwardly cursing them as useless.

As for Lu Shenyou, who was watching from a distance, he twitched his lips and said to Lu Xiqing beside him, "What kind of fetish does this Meng Zhenxian have? Why did he strip someone naked?"

To be honest, it's not that Meng Bai has any perverse sense of humor.

He stripped these nine people naked so that his bald clone could use the fog to hide the "distraction bomb."

At the same time, it also serves as a prelude for Zhang Zhiyi to take off the outer garment that is clearly a magic weapon later.

Therefore, seeing the nine people fleeing, Meng Bai deliberately said, "Everyone, quickly see if there are any familiar fellow Daoists around who can give you a piece of clothing. It's not good to be naked."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhili and the others, who had originally wanted to get some clothes, were completely unable to swallow their pride.

He could only flee angrily to a spot not far behind Zhang Zhiyi.

"What's going on?" Zhang Zhiyi asked telepathically.

“We’ve been fooled. That masked man isn’t a Divine Embryo cultivator at all; he’s at least a Pseudo-God Realm cultivator.”

"Nonsense!" Zhang Zhiyi cursed, but he became wary.

He looked at Meng Bai in the distance, gritted his teeth, and threw his hand. A huge cylindrical prayer wheel appeared in the air.

This is a replica of his grandfather Shanning Zhengshen's natal magic treasure, the "Shanning Prayer Wheel," called the "Great Cold Prayer Wheel."

This prayer wheel consumes a lot of energy, but its power is astonishing.

With each rotation, the temperature within several miles drops by one point.

A chilling, frosty aura was constantly being stirred out by the prayer wheel. Anyone who came into contact with even a little bit of it would not only become slow in action, but their mental and spiritual senses would also become dulled.

"He's serious!" Su Xintang quickly stepped back and stood next to Meng Bai.

"What tier of magic weapon is this?" Meng Bai frowned.

"It's almost at the third tier, much stronger than our Wind Profound Twin Blades."

"Does he have any other magical weapons?"

"He's wearing a high-ranking robe, a second-tier magic weapon; he also has a Xuanbing Demon-Slaying Pestle, also a second-tier magic weapon," Su Xintang quickly explained.

“A Gaode robe? I’ve been searching for a Baidu robe!” Meng Bai sneered, then added, “No matter what, we have to take down his protective magic item.”

Otherwise, my clone definitely wouldn't be able to kill him. I'll find an excuse to hit him a few times first, and as soon as I'm done, you go straight in. We'll fight him in shifts, don't worry about saving face, he was the one who acted shamelessly first."

After saying that, he swung his body and leaped into the air, taking out the Frostbow he had just obtained from Zhang Zhili.

Then, he deliberately said to Zhang Zhiyi below, "Zhang Zhiyi, I was entrusted by my senior to protect the Dharma of the God of Salvation. I did not want to interfere in your normal sparring."

However, you and your brother are truly shameless and aggressive. Today, I will not use my high-level magic treasures or immortal techniques.

Just now, the nine of you ganged up on me. Now, I'll use your brother's Frostbow to shoot nine arrows at you. That's fair. Don't say I bullied you when we go out in the future."

As soon as these words came out.

Zhang Zhiyi's expression changed drastically.

What do you mean?
What does it mean to not use immortal techniques?
Do you also know magic?
Before he could figure it out, he saw Meng Bai, high in the sky, pouring his immortal power into the Frost-Guiding Bow.

To be honest, he has absolutely no idea about his own strength, which is normal, since he has never fought against someone of the same level.

This is just like going to school and never taking a test; you have no idea how many points you can get.

Now, facing an opponent of the same level for the first time, he was afraid of being too weak, so he naturally went all out from the start.

His immortal flower began to tremble, the five elements within its roots surged, and immortal power poured into the Frost-Guiding Bow like a floodgate being opened.

Upon seeing this, the onlookers immediately began to discuss it.

"This... could this be celestial energy?"

"Could this archer be the legendary Immortal Meng from the rumors a while ago?"

"Immortal Meng was entrusted by his senior to protect the God of Salvation? Could his senior be an even more powerful immortal?" "It's over. Zhang Zhiyi has brought this trouble upon himself. He already had such a hard time fighting Su Xintang, and now an immortal has come. He's fighting two against one, and he has no chance of winning."

"Serves him right! He came all this way to cause trouble, and even the God of Salvation said he wouldn't hold it against Zhang Zhili, yet he still takes advantage of it!"

"It's only because the immortals are concerned about their reputation that they didn't use their immortal techniques or their high-level magic treasures. Otherwise, Zhang Zhiyi would probably be in an even more embarrassing situation right now."

Amidst the surrounding discussions, Meng Bai had already poured in over a thousand strands of immortal power.

The sheer amount of immortal power caused the bow to tremble and hum, and the condensed ice crystal arrows emitted a force that seemed capable of piercing through everything.

Just as the ice crystal arrow condensed, Meng Bai felt his "Three Flowers" sway gently again.

Strands of divine thought uncontrollably coalesced on the arrow, giving him a mysterious feeling of being able to hit any target precisely.

He was getting really mysterious, even gathering his strength and pouring immortal power into the bow, as if he wouldn't stop until he had poured in two thousand streams of it.

But Zhang Zhiyi below was dumbfounded.

Only one thought occupied his mind: No! He can't be allowed to fire this arrow!

Zhang Zhiyi made hand seals and chanted incantations, causing the Great Cold Prayer Wheel above his head to spin wildly, with strands of golden scriptures beginning to appear.

"Go!" Zhang Zhiyi shouted, and a chain made of Buddhist scriptures rushed straight towards Meng Bai.

Not only that, he also activated the Xuanbing Demon-Slaying Pestle, shooting it towards Meng Bai, not to harm Meng Bai, but only to interrupt Meng Bai's power-gathering.

That arrow was terrifying.

Upon looking at it, I felt a stinging sensation.

"Be careful!" Su Xintang said in a voice message.

At the same time, he took out the Wind Profound Twin Blades from his storage space, imbued them with his own light spots, and used the Falling Star Technique to drive them forward.

As its name suggests, the Wind Profound Twin Blades struck first despite being behind. One blade knocked away the Profound Ice Demon-Slaying Pestle, while the other blade, imbued with light, flashed in front of Meng Bai with Su Xintang, blocking the chains of the prayer wheel for Meng Bai.

In just one round.

Meng Bai's arrow already contained nearly two thousand strands of immortal power, and he could no longer continue.

With the three flowers swaying and his divine sense focused, Meng Bai aimed his bow and released an arrow at Zhang Zhiyi below.

The moment the arrow was released, even Su Xintang, who was standing in front of Meng Bai, was stunned. It was the first time she had ever seen Meng Bai use his full strength, and the power of the arrow was really a bit strange!

As for the surrounding celestial spirits and deities, they all retreated a distance.

Zhang Zhiyi watched the arrow rushing towards him, cold sweat pouring down his face. He felt as if the terrifying killing intent above him was piercing his soul even before the arrow arrived.

Knowing he couldn't avoid it, he could only grit his teeth and perform a magic spell.

The prayer wheel above their heads spun rapidly, and golden phantom images of scriptures cascaded down, forming layer upon layer of prayer wheel phantom images, up to nine layers in total.

That is, when he condensed nine layers of protective shield.

Meng Bai's swiftly fired arrow finally struck the shield.

The surrounding world fell silent.

Immediately afterwards, five loud explosions rang out.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw that Zhang Zhiyi had been shot back a hundred meters by the arrow, and five of the nine layers of his shield had been shattered in an instant.

However, this was not the end; the ice crystal arrow did not dissipate.

It remained pressed straight against the shield, attempting to penetrate it.

The stalemate lasted for two breaths before cracks appeared on the sixth layer of the shield, which finally shattered with a bang, and the arrow also turned into fragments at that moment.

"Hu~~"

"Hu~~"

Heaving heavy breaths, Zhang Zhiyi had exhausted all his strength to condense these nine layers of spiritual shield.

Now that he had successfully blocked Meng Bai's arrow, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As he breathed a sigh of relief, he was still thinking that true immortals were nothing special, and not as powerful as his grandfather had said, with combat strength at least half a level higher than that of gods at the same realm.

But just as this thought arose in his mind, he witnessed a scene that terrified him.

Because then, seven more arrows arrived in quick succession, like chasing stars and the moon.

Each of these seven arrows carried six or seven hundred streams of immortal power. Their power was far less than that of the first arrow, but their sheer number made up for it.

bang~
bang~
bang~
Three arrows pierce three shields.

Before Zhang Zhiyi could react, the remaining four arrows were already in front of him.

There's no hiding anymore.

He could only use the last of his magical power to support the high-ranking robes and barely block the four arrows.

The second-tier robe truly lives up to its name; it didn't break even after being shot at like that.

But the robe didn't break; inside the robe, Zhang Zhiyi felt like he was about to shatter.

The robe could only protect him from being shot to death, but it couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't be injured at all.

Several mouthfuls of blood spurted from Zhang Zhiyi's mouth. He staggered to his feet, looking up at Meng Bai in horror, his expression exactly the same as Zhang Zhili's when he was trapped in the Heavenly Eagle Burial Formation.

At this moment, only one thought occupied his mind: What do you mean by "strong half-tier"? This is far more than just "strong half-tier".
Just when he was thinking about it.

But then they saw Meng Bai, high up, draw his bow again.

He was supposed to shoot nine arrows, but he was still one arrow short.

This action nearly drove Zhang Zhiyi to the brink of collapse. He hurriedly cried out, "Wait! I surrender. I am no match for a True Immortal. Please, True Immortal, show mercy!"

Meng Bai couldn't be bothered with him. You think you can just admit defeat like that?
He pulled hard and drew back the bowstring, but to his surprise, this level-one magic weapon couldn't withstand his use, and the bowstring snapped.

As soon as the bowstring snapped, Zhang Zhiyi's legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the sea of ​​clouds.

Seeing this, Meng Bai's bald clone seized the opportunity to help Zhang Zhiyi up, asking with concern, "Your Excellency, are you alright?"

(End of this chapter)