Chapter 3906 — T017 Double Eleven Special Chapter 4: The Mortal Realm
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The Iron-Robed Ancestor and the others could not help but wonder whether their old eyes had gone blurry—six whole Heaven-Tier Great Perfection masters leaping out at once, and all of them mere underlings of Wei Zhao's! This defied every law of nature!
"You said it yourselves—overwhelming the few with the many is nothing to be ashamed of. Everyone, at them!" Wu Chengtian laughed heartily and, without a moment's hesitation, charged straight at the Iron-Robed Ancestor, the strongest of the opposing side.
Qiu Lingshan and the other five exchanged a glance, and none of them held back either—each immediately picked a target and struck.
Gu Mengyao and the other unconscious women had already been secretly moved in advance to Han Jingyi's villa next door, so even if the enemy came knocking, they could strike back without the slightest restraint.
In such a situation, the Iron-Robed Ancestor and his three had no choice but to brace themselves for battle. If they ran now, they could forget about ever rebuilding the Iron-Robed Sect—they might as well band together and found a Turtle Sect instead.
Zhen Yingjun, worthless as he was, had only to be grazed by the shockwaves to collapse to one side, dead or alive unknown. As for the Iron-Robed Ancestor and his three—seasoned Heaven-Tier Great Perfection masters all, each more than a match for any single foe—they simply could not withstand Qiu Lingshan's superior numbers.
Six against four meant two of them could at any moment free up their hands to reinforce or strike from ambush! And on top of that, do not forget General Weiwu and the Wind-Thunder Purple-Lightning Beast—at this moment the field was essentially eight against four.
Even if the Iron-Robed Ancestor and his companions were somewhat more formidable than ordinary Heaven-Tier Great Perfection masters, being forced to fight two on one was still desperately hard; being suppressed on every front was inevitable. The only question was how long they could hold out.
To be so thoroughly suppressed by a pack of young juniors—at this moment the Iron-Robed Ancestor and his companions wanted nothing more than to die. They had come rushing over for revenge, only to be beaten so badly they could not even fight back. The fall from grace was far, far too great to stomach.
At this very moment, the one thing Bronze-Robed Heavenly Venerate could feel thankful for was that he had had the foresight to invite He Dantou of the Overseas Cultivators' Association in advance. Otherwise, today they would truly have smashed headfirst into an iron wall and lost every shred of face for the rest of their lives.
Still, he had only agreed on a date with He Dantou—as for when the man would actually arrive, they had never discussed anything concrete; it all depended on the other party's schedule.
What worried Bronze-Robed Heavenly Venerate was this: if the four of them could not hold out until He Dantou arrived with his men, then they were well and truly done for.
"Well, well—you old fellows have some backbone after all; it's rather impressive!" The chaotic eight-against-four battle had gone on for a full half hour. Though these four masters of the Iron-Robed Sect had taken quite a beating, they were still doggedly holding on, showing not the slightest intention of fleeing—which rather astonished Wu Chengtian and the others.
"Looks like they're waiting for reinforcements. The longer this drags on, the more trouble we'll have—let's finish this quickly and take the four of them down first!" Feng Tianlong, a man of wide experience, called out to rally them.
"Right!" Everyone answered in unison, their momentum surging like a rainbow, and in an instant the position of the Iron-Robed Ancestor and his three became perilous—at any moment they might leave their old lives on this spot.
Yet at that very moment, He Dantou's voice suddenly cut through the whole scene: "Finish it quickly, is it? I'd rather like to see just who's talking so big!"