The Empress's No.1 Lackey-Chapter 1219 - 651: Please Welcome, Old Heavenly Master! (5k)_2
Faced with the opponent’s storm-like attacks, he found it difficult to organize an effective counterattack.
"Is the gap of just a half-step really so vast?"
Zhao Douan couldn’t help but recall the times he encountered Half-step Celestials along this path.
He secretly sighed in his heart:
He thought he could close the distance after achieving Perfection in this World, but now it seems just as far away.
"Back then, that second warrior named Man Gu, when facing Zhang, was far more helpless than I am now, right?"
"At least I can still withstand it, while he was directly crushed to death with a single finger..."
Zhao Douan was still in the mood to think of other things, but his hands didn’t stop, facing terrifying pressure, squeezing every ounce of power within, maximizing the use of Qi Mechanism to the extreme... However, he was slow to use the Dragon Essence.
For he never intended to use the Dragon Essence to resolve this battle from beginning to end.
At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the time he went to Daluo Island, facing the oppression of the Wine Sword Immortal, even knowing he was not a match, he also resolutely faced the enemy, his very purpose was to forge himself through the Wine Sword Immortal’s hand.
The same was true now, no one knew that while Zhao Douan was defending in disarray, one of his eyes had turned silver.
Pei Niannu arrived silently, but did not use Magic, instead borrowing his body to start battling Po Yun.
If Zhao Douan’s body could be considered a game character, then at this moment, Pei Niannu had taken over this account, personally teaching Zhao Douan how to tap into his own potential.
"Huh?"
Initially, Po Yun was immersed in the pleasure of pummeling the "Imperial Consort of Great Yu", but slowly, he began to notice something amiss.
Facing him, Zhao Douan was still passively taking hits, like a ship about to capsize in an ocean storm.
Constantly about to be engulfed by the sea.
Yet somehow...
No matter how Po Yun attacked, the opponent clung desperately to the edge of capsizing.
Once is a coincidence, twice is, three times... four times...
"What’s going on?" Po Yun’s golden eyes revealed suspicion, "It feels as if someone else has taken over..."
Little did he know, the one he’s been battling has long changed to the number one female sorcerer from six hundred years ago.
"Can’t drag this on any longer!"
After once again punching Zhao Douan flying, Po Yun’s eyes turned cold, his gaze revealing an inhuman indifference:
"Since you only have these skills, I might as well send you to your death."
As his voice fell, the black patterns on his body turned scarlet, throwing out another punch.
Yet...
This time, this punch turned out to be extremely slow, lacking the previous swiftness like lightning. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮
But in Zhao Douan’s perception, it felt like a mountain was pressing down, blocking all his avenues of escape.
"If you don’t show your hidden card, you’ll suffer on your own!"
Pei Niannu’s voice disappeared, Zhao Douan’s silver eyes returned to normal, regaining perfect control over his body.
"Already can’t take it? I haven’t learned enough yet..."
Zhao Douan muttered, then lightly sighed, "Well then..."
He similarly raised his head, choosing to stand still, reverting to the stance of leaning on his blade, calmly calling out a name:
"Tuoba Weizhi!"
Boom!
The moment this name was spoken, Tuoba Weizhi, who had been enduring and contending with another Liao Clan expert nearby, had her ears instantly perk up beneath her hood.
With merely a spinning kick, "bang", she blasted the equally matched Liao expert into a mist of blood.
Already blocking in front of Zhao Douan, expressionless, she also extended a somewhat delicate fist towards Po Yun.
Simultaneously, the black cloak on her body was lifted by the wind, revealing slightly tanned skin, beautiful brows and eyes, ink-black pupils, and long hair dancing in the wind.
"Boom—"
The next moment, when the two fists collided, the entire battlefield seemed to quiet for a moment.
At the point where their fists met, the whole space seemed to ripple outward, vaguely revealing black space cracks.
"What?!"
Po Yun’s self-assured smile froze, his pupils shrank to a dot, feeling a force that matches, or perhaps... subtly surpasses his own fist strength...
It felt as if he had punched an iron mountain.
"Crack, crack..."
If one could pierce through the obstruction of flesh, it would almost be visible that Po Yun’s bones along his arm began to fracture into fine lines.
His burly form collapsed, returning to normal height, while he soared in a graceful arc.
Silence!
The vast battlefield suddenly fell into dead silence.
The excited cheers of the Liao Clan army abruptly ceased.
Even those like Gongsun atop the city wall stared wide-eyed, never expecting the "maidservant" beside the governor to be so powerful?
Even Zhao Shixiong and others fighting nearby tacitly distanced themselves from their opponents, astonished as they gazed over.
"This is the Priestess of La Garden? Such terror?"
Zhao Shixiong’s heart shook violently, almost unable to hold the Soul-breaking Blade in his hand.
Though he hadn’t engaged yet, he vaguely perceived that he most likely couldn’t match this woman.
"Who is this? Zhao Douan’s ally? Why have I never seen her before?"
Qi Yuchun was equally stunned, a sense of panic rising in his heart.
That they managed to hide such a powerful figure capable of defeating Po Yun... Are there still chances of victory for their side today?
But the most shocked of all was Po Yun, staggering as he landed, disregarding the numbing of his arm, he stared intently at the expressionless face of Tuoba Weizhi with a voice of disbelief:
"Tuoba Priest!"
As the number one warrior within the clan, he was one of the few who knew the true identity of the La Garden Priest.
Yet he had never known how formidable Tuoba Priest was, only assuming she was an unskilled combatant playing the role of a divine servant.
