The Empress's No.1 Lackey-Chapter 1218 - 651: Please Welcome the Old Heavenly Master! (5k)
Outside the Border City, the Liao Clan army stands in confrontation with the towering city walls, and at the center are the fierce battles between strong warriors.
Yet, regardless of the side, most eyes still focus on Zhao Douan and Po Yun.
"Inevitably doomed?" The tall, handsome "First Warrior" was momentarily stunned, his pale golden eyes turned colder, but the corners of his mouth curved into a smile: "With just you?"
Zhao Douan replied: "Is that not enough?"
Po Yun laughed mockingly:
"Do you really think that by killing a Heavenly Human who advanced by Secret Skill, you can truly challenge me? Too naive."
He looked down at Zhao Douan from above, raised his right arm, and pointed a finger at him, speaking in a commanding tone:
"You have no idea how strong my clan’s warriors are. But I like arrogant people, because beating arrogant people is satisfying... ah!"
As Po Yun uttered the last word, his body suddenly expanded!
Originally over two meters tall, his bones cracked and muscles stretched, while thick black smoke spouted from his pores, coiling around his legs, arms, chest, and back...
Subsequently, this black smoke imprinted on his skin, becoming dense patterns.
Po Yun’s pupils grew increasingly golden; he bore no weapons, his fists and feet were his weapons.
With his body swelling from the stimulated blood and energy, a terrifying aura spread.
"Take my punch!"
Po Yun let out a long roar, suddenly pulling back his right arm, his elbow tearing the air, and amidst a sharp booming sound, launched a punch!
The moment the fist was thrown, it appeared right in front of Zhao Douan’s face.
So fast!
Zhao Douan was startled, for the first time clearly experiencing the fearsome physical skills of the Liao Clan warriors.
This punch was as fast as lightning, hardly giving him time to react; Po Yun seemed to flash in front of him instantly, leaving him only time to raise the Chasing Saber horizontally, protecting his chest.
"Bang!"
The fist slammed hard on the blade of the Chasing Saber, this ancient Divine Weapon emitted a groan of unbearable stress, the blade bent downward.
Immediately, it rebounded in an instant, and the formidable punch power was completely transmitted to Zhao Douan, as if struck by a mountain, or a ship in the sea hitting an iceberg.
The golden Protective Radiance on Zhao Douan’s body spread around him due to the shock, and he was thrown back like a cannonball for several meters, his legs "thud thud thud" stamped repeatedly to unload the force.
When he barely steadied himself, his blood and energy surged, his face flushed slightly, hands tingling, he looked sternly at Po Yun who was smilingly gazing at him.
At this moment, he finally understood the helplessness of Yu Xiu and Jin Jian when facing Tuoba Weizhi in the La Garden.
A monster!
The physique of the Liao Clan empowered by the Great La Ba had surpassed human limits, their fists and feet could shatter mountains and rocks.
"Is that all you’ve got?" Po Yun said disdainfully, "This is far from enough to kill me... ah!"
"Bang!"
While speaking, the second punch struck swiftly!
Every punch he threw seemed to hit the target instantly.
But this time, the fist missed as Zhao Douan barely dodged it, the fist brushed past his head, shattering his hairpin, loose black hair danced in the wind.
Zhao Douan said not a word, a bright flash of the blade swept towards Po Yun’s arm, yet like a cow into the sea, unable to penetrate.
Po Yun sneered arrogantly, his fists suddenly converged, aiming at Zhao Douan’s temples but struck "clang" against the suddenly expanded phantom Golden Bell Shield.
Buddhist Golden Bell Shield!
On the city walls, Gongsun was no longer beating the drum, but together with the other military leaders watched nervously.
The strength of Po Yun was like a basin of cold water poured fiercely on everyone’s hearts.
In their view, Zhao Douan was tangled in battle with Po Yun, in just a few breath’s time, they had exchanged more than ten rounds.
But it was overwhelmingly one-sided.
Po Yun seemed to use no sorcery, just his fists and feet, striking repeatedly to suppress their governor completely.
Zhao Douan could only rely on Protective Radiance and Golden Bell Shield to shield himself, occasionally retaliating with the blade, but to no avail.
"Not good! The enemy leader’s combat power seems superior to the governor’s."
"Is that the Liao Clan’s First Warrior?"
"Is this still human?"
"With one full-force strike, he fears he can smash the city gates..."
The commanders looked grim, no longer as excited and spirited as before.
Gongsun bit her red lips firmly, saying nothing, with her sharp eyes, she naturally saw that on the surface their cultivation might be similar.
But the real combat power has a chasm.
"This Po Yun is indeed as my husband predicted, comparable to a Half-step Celestial... maybe even stronger! While the governor has just stepped into High Grade..."
"Unless the governor can reproduce the method used to hammer Prince Jing to death..."
Gongsun’s thoughts fluctuated, and even though she didn’t know the details, she understood that such a method, even if usable, would surely come at a huge cost.
Her gaze swept to the other combatants, although each had their strengths and weaknesses, even those in their favor, like Zhao Shixiong... could not spare time to assist Zhao Douan.
"Shut up!"
Gongsun suddenly shouted quietly, commanding the surrounding officers to cease their pessimism, her eyes fierce:
"With the governor’s talents, he wouldn’t fight a battle unprepared! If anyone shakes the army’s morale again, I’ll replace the General to discipline!"
For a moment, everyone fell silent like chilled cicadas, and then someone softly exclaimed:
"Look quickly!"
...
Beneath the city walls.
Thin beads of sweat seeped from Zhao Douan’s forehead, while his Qi Sea Inner Strength evaporated madly, his whole blood surged, yet his gaze remained extraordinarily calm.
The Martial God Path combined with the Buddhist Protective techniques ensured that even withstanding the fists and feet of a Half-step Celestial, he wouldn’t be killed.
