Daoist Competition-Chapter 1084 - 282: Fire Spirit Venerable

This tunneling light flew forward until it landed beneath the foothills, and those who recognized this person finally identified that the representative from the Pingdu Sect was indeed Wu Han Cheng.

Zhang Yan was slightly surprised. Ever since he received the Sect Leader’s decree to close the gate at Zhao You Heavenly Pond, he had not paid attention to matters of the Pingdu Sect for a long time. Unexpectedly, this person had entered the Nascent Soul Realm within just a few short years, likely with the help of True Master Qin.

However, for Wu Han Cheng to achieve the Nascent Soul so briefly and then rush to attend the Sword Fighting Conference, was he being somewhat overconfident?

He immediately thought about it again and felt relieved.

This might apply to others, but not to the disciples of the Pingdu Sect.

As long as the disciples of this sect could invite a powerful Dharma Spirit to possess them, their Dharma Powers would not be inferior to others by much.

When Wu Han Cheng arrived at the previous sword fighting location, he didn’t rush to pick up the token talisman. Instead, he cautiously circled the area once or twice, only reaching out to take it after confirming nothing unusual.

But just at that moment, within three feet of the token talisman, a ripple suddenly appeared in the atmosphere.

Wu Han Cheng immediately showed a look of vigilance, withdrew his hand, and retreated several dozen yards before coming to a stop.

He saw a figure gradually strolling out of the void, with a long beard down to the chest, exuding a celestial and ethereal aura, smiling at him, and said, "Does this fellow Daoist also wish to test his skills?"

Wu Han Cheng exclaimed in a low voice, "Gao Ruowang?"

Gao Ruowang, with a smile and a bow, said in a clear voice, "It is indeed me. Does this fellow Daoist from the Pingdu Sect have any advice?"

From both sides of the canyon’s river bank, a series of astonished cries erupted. Almost everyone did not expect this Demon Dao True Master to appear again after defeating Chen Qingping, looking no worse for wear.

Wu Han Cheng’s face showed a mix of emotions as he thought, "The Blood Essence Sect disciples’ all Dharma Skills and Powers depend on their Blood Essence. Daoist Chen captured hundreds of this person’s Blood Essence just now, logically diminishing his strength greatly. Could it be that he still dares to challenge me?"

Though Gao Ruowang and Chen Qingping seemed to be fighting fiercely, they hadn’t actually revealed their true capabilities. They were merely using the skills familiar to Xuanmen Sect Disciples, but applying them more skillfully.

Moreover, his True Body had not appeared from start to finish. Without certainty, Wu Han Cheng did not want to confront this person too quickly.

But since he was already here, retreating in disgrace would bring ridicule from peers, and he was unwilling to give up.

Gao Ruowang appeared indifferent, not bothering with him, only making a casual gesture to catch the token talisman from the ground into his hand. Then, he performed a Daoist bow and said, "If you are not going to make a move, then please forgive me as I take my leave."

Saying that, he leaped upward, transforming into a blood-red streak shooting toward the Dome Sky.

Wu Han Cheng was initially indecisive, but seeing him retreat without a fight, seemingly intending to escape, he realized what was happening. He wouldn’t let it go, tapping the back of his head, a beam of light shot up straight, releasing a silver ring entwined in white light, chasing after the blood shadow. At the same time, he soared on the wind, both sleeves filled with wind, flying up.

Gao Ruowang, glancing back, chuckled, gently swaying his body. From above, a mass of Blood Cloud erupted, tearing apart to form two massive blood-colored hands. One grabbed down and seized the silver ring, while the other expanded to several hundred yards, covering the sky, five fingers spread wide, dispersing the Cloud Mist, and pressed down thunderously toward Wu Han Cheng.

Seeing this technique, Wu Han Cheng was shocked, saying, "Could this be his True Body?"

He hurriedly used his Escape Skill to retreat swiftly, flying over a hundred yards yet still unable to evade. He hastily used a spell, twisting his body to suddenly change direction, narrowly escaping from between the blood hand’s fingers.

After going a distance away, he halted his tunneling light, fixing his gaze on Gao Ruowang’s figure, thinking to himself, "Could Gao Ruowang be fighting with his True Body? If I’m not mistaken, Chen Qingping must have handled most of his Blood Essence earlier, forcing him to do this. If that’s the case, I must not let him return. This is the opportunity to kill him!"

At this moment, the disciples spectating from various peaks were also roused, all focusing intently.

They, like Wu Han Cheng, believed that Gao Ruowang had been forced to reveal his True Body in the earlier battle, having suffered significant losses.

If they could seize this opportunity to eliminate him, the Xuanmen’s odds of winning this Sword Fighting Conference would greatly increase.

Having made up his mind, Wu Han Cheng raised his head and exclaimed, "I will see whether your Blood Essence is more formidable or my Dharma Spirit!"