Chapter 1284: Chapter 1284

The powerful soul iron chains bound them in the second second.

Beiming Ghost and the old Qingyangzi had not yet escaped from the first struggle and were bound again!

The combination is not as simple as one plus one equals two!

The powerful binding force turned toward their bodies.

Even though they were old masters in the Mid Luotian Realm, their bodies were uncomfortable under the successive binding forces exerted by Zhang Xiaohao.

The terrifying True Qi they had just mobilized was once again compressed within their bodies.

Zhang Xiaohao mobilized all the Shennong True Qi within him, relying on the terrifying Dharma body of the Snow God Body, and performed the Snow Dance. Absolute coldness, giant snowflakes the size of an adult’s palm, fell on their bodies, instantly sealing them in ice! This was the 0.3 second mark.

To ordinary people, 0.3 seconds might be over before raising an arm.

But to the remaining independent martial practitioners and Saint Heir and Holy Daughter level experts, this short 0.3 seconds was a celestial trial!

A celestial trial that determines victory or defeat!!!

Beiming Ghost and old Qingyangzi looked on as the attacks from the surrounding independent martial practitioners came overwhelming toward them. Unfortunately, they could only watch helplessly, without a shred of counterattacking strength, desperately channeling their True Qi wanting to break free from the three control skills on them.

But before they could break free.

The overwhelming attacks already descended upon them.

One powerful attack after another bombarded their bodies, smashing them to pieces, even flattening the ground, blasting a gigantic pit tens of meters deep.

This showed how fierce and terrifying the strikes of this group of independent martial practitioners were just now.

At that moment, two storage bags fell from the sky.

Two figures flashed by, quickly grabbing the two falling storage bags respectively.

These two were none other than Zhang Xiaohao and Ye Xiu Saint Son.

The two stood ten steps apart, their masked faces looked at each other playfully.

The remaining independent martial practitioners and those Saint Heir and Holy Daughter level experts surrounding closed in silently.

"Hand over the storage bags, and leave behind a complete corpse!"

"Hmph! The storage bags of Luotian Realm masters, yet you dare take them as yours! It’s courting death!"

"If you know what’s best, hand over the storage bags quickly, and we might spare your dog lives!"

Witnessing this scene, the surrounding independent martial practitioners voiced harshly yet timidly.

Zhang Xiaohao and Ye Xiu Saint Son seemed oblivious to their words, exchanging a glance.

Then, glanced again at the World-purifying Heavenly Fire within the natural array.

"Brother Qing Mian, good skills! If I’m not mistaken, you weren’t going all out just now, were you?" Ye Xiu Saint Son said playfully.

"What do you want to say?" Zhang Xiaohao shrugged playfully.

"You see these guys too; even if we hand over the storage bags of Luotian Realm masters, we’d still face certain death! They seem intent on teaming up to treat us like those old fellows and slaughter us!" Ye Xiu Saint Son said.

"Do you have a plan?" Zhang Xiaohao asked playfully.

"We join forces and kill them all! Then let our own methods vie for the World-purifying Heavenly Fire within the natural array! Brother Qing Mian, what do you think?" Ye Xiu Saint Son proposed.

"I’m not opposed to teaming up, but you must show me an ability that deserves my high regard!" Zhang Xiaohao shrugged playfully.

"Since Brother Qing Mian wants to gauge my prowess, then take a good look! See if there’s a chance for Ye Xiu Saint Son and Brother Qing Mian to cooperate." Ye Xiu Saint Son said seriously.

With a stomp, the massive aura of Late Stage of Wheel Palace Realm erupted from within.

He flipped his right hand, pulling out two weapons, one black and one white.

His left hand gripped the white longsword, cold air emanating from its surface, while his right hand held a black long spear, exuding a terrifying killing aura.

"Brother Qing Mian, watch closely!!!" Ye Xiu Saint Son declared.

With a point on the ground, the white longsword and black long spear simultaneously moved, resembling a black and white Yin Yang Fish.

"Heaven Slaying Thirteen Forms!" Ye Xiu Saint Son shouted lowly.

Strong killing aura emanated from the Yin Yang Fish formed by the white longsword and black long spear.

A powerful force measuring five meters in size burst from the two weapons in his hands, encompassing dozens of independent martial practitioners ahead, including several Saint Heir and Holy Daughter level experts, and ferociously struck.

"Die, all of you!!!" Ye Xiu Saint Son roared.

The pair of weapons in his hands swung more densely, the black and white Yin Yang Fish spun more violently, suppressing the dozens of independent martial practitioners around.

"Hmph! Ye Xiu, I admit you’re strong, capable of ranking in the top three among all Saint Heir and Holy Daughter figures! But this is not a solo fight; this is a gang fight! We are nearly two hundred, gang up on you two! Everyone attack together, kill them both!"

"Hmph! What a loathsome Saint Heir, old me will kill trash like you!"

"Ye Xiu brat, go die for old me!!!"

Dozens of independent martial practitioners roared angrily, rushing at Ye Xiu Saint Son with murderous intent.

Terrorizing attacks cleaved overwhelming toward Ye Xiu Saint Son.

Ye Xiu Saint Son showed no fear, the black and white Yin Yang Fish directly taking all the overwhelming attacks, waves of powerful qi exploding at the point of mutual hands, speeding toward all directions.

Ye Xiu Saint Son and the dozens of independent martial practitioners opposite trembled, jolting backward.

Ye Xiu Saint Son took three steps back in succession, only then stopping.

His face flushed, indicating the confrontation wasn’t as straightforward as it appeared.

"You are very good! Actually managed to withstand my Heavenly Grade Upper Martial Technique Heaven Slaying Thirteen Forms!" Ye Xiu Saint Son sneered coldly.

He spoke, ignoring the reactions of the independent martial practitioners opposite, gazing directly at Zhang Xiaohao.

"Brother Qing Mian, what do you think of this answer?" Ye Xiu Saint Son asked.

"Half for each!" Zhang Xiaohao replied seriously.

"Good! Brother Qing Mian indeed straightforward!" Ye Xiu Saint Son laughed heartily.