Martial Arts Escort System: I Got A Maxed Level Divine Technique From The Beginning-Chapter 286 - 163 Trickery_3

In a fleeting moment, the four combatants were locked in a fierce battle, sending dust and debris flying in their wake.

On another front, four palanquin bearers had fallen, three dead with the fourth fighting Wu Daoyou to a standstill.

These sudden shifts left Feng Baichuan and his companions dumbstruck.

They had thought this mission was to rescue Fu Han Yuan, only to witness such a scene unfold before their eyes.

Truly, they were at a loss to make sense of the situation.

But at this moment, they couldn’t afford to be distracted by these thoughts; none of the black-clothed men around them were mediocre, and their coordinated attack was difficult to fend off.

Liu Mo bellowed, "Don’t linger in battle, flee if you can!"

He didn’t understand the entanglements between Yang Yi and the Three Extremes Sect, and felt that his group had stumbled into this mess by accident.

Their priority was naturally to escape the fray.

But then, the shouts of killing abruptly approached, another group having entered the fray from an unknown quarter, causing them yet further distress.

This new group began to slaughter the black-clothed men with relentless ferocity.

Seeing reinforcements arrive, their spirits rallied: "Annihilate them!!!"

When overcome by the enemy, the natural choice was to run; but with helping hands, it was essential to eliminate any future threat.

Throughout the battlefield, various techniques were deployed with frequency.

Yet, Su Mo, Yang Xiaoyun, and Zhen Xiaoxiao remained calmly observant.

It wasn’t that Yang Xiaoyun could restrain her own temperament, but rather Su Mo hadn’t allowed her to take action.

Yang Xiaoyun always followed Su Mo’s directives, and so she endured, though her eyes never strayed from Yang Yi’s form.

Especially when Yang Yi exhibited the Canglong Bahuang Dianyun Spear, it solidified her focus even more.

Despite her previous doubts, as that spear technique unfolded, Yang Xiaoyun was left with not a shred of uncertainty.

Su Mo, however, furrowed his brow slightly, sensing that more changes were yet to unfold in this battle.

At this very moment, Gu Biyan was besieged by a trio led by Yang Yi.

Yang Yi took the lead with his profound Inner Strength, his Jinghong Fenguang hand techniques and the Canglong Bahuang Dianyun Spear strikes elusive and unforeseeable.

He was a perfect match for Gu Biyan’s mysterious martial arts.

With Yu Lingxin lurking on the sidelines—though her martial arts paled in comparison to the former two—her family’s Yu Soul Killing Technique and her remarkable Concealing Breath Skill, rarely deployed, targeted the enemy’s vital points with every strike.

Last to join the fight was the Qilin Swordsman, with broad and powerful swings of his Seven Feet Mysterious Light Sword.

The four fought fiercely, the clash intensely pitched and indecisive for a time.

However, this stalemate did not last long. As Wu Daoyou dispatched the last palanquin bearer with a stroke of his sword and joined the fray, the tide of battle swiftly turned.

The reason Wu Daoyou was the last to vanquish his foe was not due to any inferiority in martial arts skill.

Yu Lingxin relied on the desperate ferocity of the Yu Soul Killing Technique to launch a sudden fatal strike, and the palanquin bearer had failed to employ his true abilities even in death.

The Qilin Swordsman, wielding the powers of his Xuan Guang sword, caught another bearer off guard and cleaved him in twain.

Only Wu Daoyou had earnestly crossed swords with his opponent, parrying blow for blow, until one final move decided the man’s fate.

Now a participant in the melee, Gu Biyan soon found herself beset on all sides.

Eventually, Yang Yi struck her shoulder with a palm strike, causing it to collapse instantaneously, followed by a sweep of Yu Lingxin’s Blood Mandarin Duck Saber across her ankles. The Heavenly Gate Master fell to her knees, unable to stand.

The Qilin Swordsman then pressed the blade of his Xuan Guang sword against her neck, ultimately subduing her.

"With everything settled, not a single Three Extremes disciple must remain!"

Yang Yizhi’s voice rang out clear, to which Wu Daoyou laughed heartily, "That suits me perfectly!"

Leaping into action, he charged at the black-clothed men.

Yang Yizhi then approached Gu Biyan, looking down at her, "You have finally fallen into my hands."

"How so..."

Though currently in a state of disarray, Gu Biyan still managed to look captivating as she raised her eyes, "Do you also desire to have me as a permanent guest by your bedside, a consort behind closed curtains?"

A murderous glint flashed in Yang Yizhi’s eyes, about to speak when he suddenly furrowed his brow and turned sharply.

A flying stone was hurtling towards him, and in the blink of an eye, it was already three feet away.

"What?"

Yang Yizhi was taken aback. The flying stone came silently, and it was too late to dodge, so he immediately probed with a single palm.

Buzz!

In the buzz, the flying stone vibrated incessantly just three inches before his palm.

However, the tremendous force was crushing down, such that Yang Yizhi, though his feet remained static, kept retreating backwards.

He might as well slap his probing hand’s back with his other hand, channeling his full Inner Strength.

With two palms cooperating, there was a crack, and the flying stone instantly turned into dust scattering in the air.

But just while looking up, a disheveled black-clothed man, who appeared out of nowhere, was already in front of him, launching an attack with his hand!

Palm shadows fluttered, like fleeting clouds changing in a blink of an eye, suddenly becoming countless!

Flowing Cloud Palm!

Yang Yizhi twirled his hands in front of his chest and abruptly thrusted both palms forward.

A loud bang, four palms met, feeling an enormous force crushing down, causing him to retreat again and again.

Wherever he passed, Inner Strength raged, exploding the ground beneath, with roaring sounds incessant to the ear.

In an instant, retreating back over five or six Zhang, both individuals abruptly changed places, and then Yang Yizhi bellowed:

"Is it you!! You are the Heavenly Sect Master!?"

"You found out too late!"

The voice of the person opposite had not a hint of warmth, yet with Inner Strength sweeping across, Yang Yizhi’s mask and robe sleeves were all torn to shreds.

Revealing his true face.

"Dad!"

Yang Xiaoyun cried out in alarm, only to suddenly see a red light descending from the sky.

That was Blade Light!

Wrapped within the blade light was a red shadow, like fresh blood falling from the heavens.

The real Heavenly Gate Master suddenly looked up and coldly sneered:

"Blood Mandarin Duck Saber Ling Hongxia? Is this your final move? How unimpressive!"

He raised a single hand, turning it into a blade, and in a flash, three thousand blades rose from the ground, surging upward.

As the blade lights intersected, Ling Hongxia’s figure, having appeared from nowhere, suddenly scattered, and when she re-emerged, she was already three Zhang away.

Standing steady on her feet, she held a blood-colored Short Blade in each hand.

Opening her mouth, she spat out blood, and exclaimed in shock:

"His martial arts are too powerful, this won’t work, Old Yang, retreat quickly!!"

"It’s too late."

The Heavenly Gate Master sneered, "You joined hands to trap me, using all kinds of methods to force me to reveal myself, right? Now that I’m here, how can you leave?"

"You’re too slow!"

The voice of Gu Biyan echoed from afar.

The Heavenly Gate Master simply shook his head: "I had to put him to sleep before I could show up; now, the timing is just right."

Immediately channeling his Inner Strength, he prepared to blast Yang Yizhi away.

But as Inner Strength was transferring, he suddenly felt a powerful force erupt from Yang Yizhi’s palm.

"Huh?"

Caught off guard, the Heavenly Gate Master was suddenly sent flying backwards.

It was two palms rotating in front of him, palms meeting inward, pressing down slowly, and as the figure landed, it was like a graceful leaf, not stirring up the slightest dust.

Suddenly looking up, he saw a young man standing behind Yang Yizhi, half his body leaning out with a Sword Box slanting on his back.

Confusion flickered across his brows:

"Renzi Sect Master, suddenly turned into the Heavenly Sect Master... Uncle Yang, how exactly was this trick done?"

"... Xiao Mo?"

Yang Yizhi turned around in surprise, and Su Mo smiled warmly, "Don’t worry, your nephew is here."