Lu Ziyun’s appearance was not considered top-tier among the female cultivators.

But her hips were wider than her shoulders, which was seen as exceptional beauty in the eyes of the Barbarians.

"You shut up!" Shen Ao angrily rebuked the opponent, "Today you must apologize to Fairy Lu, otherwise..."

Though he did not like Lu Ziyun, he would not stand by and watch her being humiliated without doing anything.

"Oh, otherwise how do you want to handle it? Fight me or kill me?" The Barbarian Ju Mang flashed a hint of ridicule in his eyes,

"A disciple from a small sect not even qualified to join the Dao Alliance threatening a member of a great clan with True Monarch heritage?"

"Whether that’s true or not, we’ll only know after a fight!" Shen Ao’s strong spiritual essence erupted, green light surged, and complex ancient characters flickered rapidly across his skin.

"Hya!"

At the same time, a turtle shell-shaped Spirit Platform with three levels slowly rose, casting a thick curtain of light that enveloped him entirely.

Like thunder, Shen Ao rushed forward, punching fiercely at Ju Mang, as if conjuring a thunderbolt out of thin air.

"Haha, come on!"

Ju Mang, too, was a reckless type, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes.

As he raised his arm, everyone seemed to hear the vigorous flow of his Qi-Blood, like the incessant flow of a mighty river.

’Hoo!’

Ju Mang also launched a countering punch, directly opposing.

’Bang!’

A red shockwave visibly exploded from the point where their fists collided.

A green figure shot out like a cannonball, crashing through a small mountain, leaving a deep humanoid hole.

The one who flew out was Shen Ao, seemingly utterly powerless in that one strike.

"Weak, too weak!" Ju Mang laughed wildly, "I didn’t even exert thirty percent of my strength just now.

With your capabilities, you still want to challenge a big faction’s disciple? Can’t even take a moment to see yourself clearly!"

’Puff!’

Shen Ao, originally lying on the ground after crashing through the hill and already covered in wounds, couldn’t help but spit out a mouthful of fresh blood when he heard this, showing extreme anger in his eyes.

Though Ju Mang’s claim of using thirty percent strength was exaggerated, anyone could see he wasn’t serious, not having even used his Spirit Platform.

Lou Yi frowned deeper and deeper, about to step up to help, but suddenly stopped.

He saw Shen Ao slowly rise again.

His eyes were shimmering with defiance and fighting spirit, and his aura kept climbing on the brink of its previous limit.

And the surrounding disciples of the big factions wore expressions of contempt and ridicule.

He knew Shen Ao wanted to fight again.

To defend his sect’s honor, and his own.

"With just this strength, it’s only scratching an itch." Shen Ao sneered, charging in again.

’Bang bang bang!’

’Bang bang bang!’

This time, Shen Ao pushed his capabilities to the limit, performing better than before, actually entangling with Ju Mang for more than a dozen breaths.

But the outcome remained unchanged, as Shen Ao was once more sent flying, forming a humanoid crater on the ground.

This time, his condition was even worse, his green armor almost in tatters, his body covered in blood, with hardly a spot unscathed.

"Quite resilient," Ju Mang nodded, offering an evaluation.

"Hya!"

Shen Ao roared defiantly, his aura suddenly surged at this moment.

Above the turtle shell-shaped three-layer Spirit Platform, a new fourth layer, nine zhang and nine chi tall, instantly emerged.

He managed to break through during the battle!

’Good, seems I won’t need to intervene.’ Seeing this, Lou Yi’s eyes showed a hint of surprise, halting his previously raised leg.

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