“Clang—!”
The deafening sound of metal clashing made the entire venue tremble, and the resulting shockwaves caused the surrounding decorations to crack and shatter.
“What!? A Saint weapon!” Philip was shocked once again. He was well aware of the power of the War God Battle Qi, so he had intended to show no mercy from the very beginning. Yet, he had been intercepted so easily by Po Kong, who was wielding a Saint weapon.
Despite his inward astonishment, Philip quickly regained his composure.
As the masters of the Crimson City-State, the House of Red had far more preparations in this castle than just this.
He let out a cold sneer, his soft sword dancing like a venomous snake. The blade traced lethal arcs through the air, striking at Po Kong’s vital points.
At the same time, the chaos within the venue reached its peak. The attendees, who had originally intended to just watch the spectacle, were now consumed by terror. they surged toward the main doors, desperate to flee the place that was rapidly turning into a battlefield.
Most of the attendees were ordinary people. Even those with some cultivation could not withstand the collateral damage from the power of Saint Rank experts.
However, the first person to reach the exit discovered in despair that the doors had been firmly sealed by dozens of defense arrays. Even the surrounding walls were now covered in dense, glowing runes.
“Damn it! The door won’t open!”
“These are the defense arrays of the Crimson Smoke Merchant Group! We’re trapped!”
“Let us out! Hurry!”
“Help! ...”
Panic spread like a plague, filled with rising screams and curses.
Yet, for Starlight and his group, this chaos presented a perfect opportunity.
Just then, another explosion rocked Private Box No. 3 on the second floor, which Starlight had already damaged. The assassins who had just rushed inside were sent flying out like cannonballs.
The priceless private box completely fell apart under the impact of the massive force, turning into a pile of debris on the ground.
Amidst the rolling dust and smoke, Yserazor’s round figure emerged, cursing as he walked.
“You filthy curs, how dare you raise a hand against me!”
He had originally intended to leave the auction with Little Gold, but the assassins who rushed in had attacked him without a word, interrupting his spellcasting.
He couldn’t really blame them, though. His massive frame was like a living target; it was hard not to notice him.
Taking advantage of the moment Yserazor drew everyone's attention, Moen and Xia Duo also leaped out of the box with Little Gold, landing on the roof beams.
“Moen, Xia Duo! Cover me!” Starlight barked. His figure moved like a ghost between the ice walls, his mana condensing into sharp ice blades that repelled the approaching shadows one by one.
Green light had quietly enveloped his body, making his speed incredibly fast. The assassins, who prided themselves on their agility, found themselves unable to even touch him.
From her high vantage point, Xia Duo drew her emerald longbow to its full extent. Arrows shot out like falling stars, each one precisely striking the weak point of a dark shadow.
Her gaze was cold and sharp. After seeing what had happened to Lian, she had lost all pity for these lackeys of the House of Red, reaping the lives of her enemies without mercy.
Meanwhile, the battle between Po Kong and Philip had entered a fever pitch.
Their figures blurred as they crossed paths in the air, sword light and battle qi weaving together into a brilliant spectacle. Every collision triggered a violent surge of energy that cracked the floorboards below.
“Boy, do you think you can stand against me just because you have a Saint weapon?” Philip shouted coldly. His soft sword suddenly transformed into countless phantoms, attacking Po Kong from all directions.
Po Kong did not dodge. His golden battle qi formed a barrier around his body, blocking all of Philip’s attacks.
He grinned, his eyes burning with an intense fighting spirit. “Old man, you talk too much!”
Previously, during his battle with Ming Ye, Po Kong had suffered greatly due to his weapon’s inferiority. But now, with a Saint weapon in hand, he no longer had any such concerns.
The sharpness of the Sacred Wood Phantom perfectly fused with the might of the War God Battle Qi, boosting his confidence immensely.
“Hmph, a junior like you isn’t worthy of speaking to me in such a tone! Do you really think this is the extent of my power?”
Philip let out a cold snort, and his soft sword vibrated violently. Within the sword light, countless strange phantoms suddenly manifested.
These phantoms were not mere bluffs; they were tangible attacks. Each one carried a portion of the power of Philip’s sword strikes. While they weren't as powerful as the main blade, their sheer numbers were enough to make anyone’s scalp tingle.
Po Kong’s pupils constricted. The offensive before him had instantly more than doubled in density.
Po Kong, who had been able to hold his own against Philip, was immediately suppressed by the torrential rain of sword shadows and forced into a steady retreat.
His figure darted back and forth through the sword light. Although the blade of the Sacred Wood Phantom could block most of the attacks, some phantoms still pierced through his defense, leaving fine scars across his body.
“Begone, you arrogant brat!”
Philip seized a gap in Po Kong’s defense and delivered a powerful kick to his waist. The massive impact sent Po Kong flying, crashing through three ice walls before he finally managed to stop.
“Careful, that’s Philip’s signature technique, the Double Sword!” Sui Yun’s urgent voice came through the soul link. “A weakened version of his strike is attached to every sword light he produces.”
“Cough... Big Brother, you should’ve mentioned something that important earlier!” Po Kong coughed up a mouthful of blood as he stood up from the pile of shattered ice. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his fighting spirit still undiminished.
“How was I supposed to know you guys would jump into a fight at the drop of a hat!” Sui Yun responded helplessly.
“Then I’m truly sorry, Big Brother! But since things have come to this, they aren't going to let us leave unscathed anyway! Besides, the tradition of the House of Mars isn't to run away without a fight!” Po Kong grinned and charged at Philip once more.
Although Philip’s kick hadn't dealt a fatal injury, the ensuing battle put immense pressure on Po Kong.
Facing a Sword Saint whose attack frequency doubled with every strike was undoubtedly a massive challenge.
“Good lad... I never expected the day would come when I’d be lectured by you. You’re right... how long has it been since I last felt the sensation of battle?”
Sui Yun watched Po Kong’s back as he fought Philip, letting out a self-deprecating laugh. But in the next second, his gaze became as sharp as a blade.
Accompanied by an inexplicable aura, golden light began to surge from Sui Yun’s body. The War God Battle Qi, which had gone unused for years, bloomed once again from the former top genius of the younger generation.
“It might be a bit unfair to make it a two-on-one, but this time, let us brothers fight side by side!” Sui Yun said softly, his voice carrying a hint of resolve.
In his current state, Sui Yun’s stability when using the War God Battle Qi was far inferior to Po Kong’s.
If one looked closely, they could even see blood continuously seeping from his blind eye and the stump of his arm, only to be steamed into a faint blood mist by the heat of his battle qi.
If he overused this power, Sui Yun’s body would absolutely face the risk of collapse.
But Sui Yun could no longer care about such dangers. The priority was to support Po Kong, who had fallen into a disadvantage.
However, just as he took a step forward, a bolt of blue-violet lightning tore through the air of the hall like heavenly retribution. It struck down from the second floor, landing precisely in front of Sui Yun.
“Sui Yun! I will never allow you to act so insolently on the territory of the Crimson City-State! Don’t force my hand!” Isabella’s voice was cold. Her eyes flickered with lightning as she tightly gripped Sui Yun’s arm.
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