CHAPTER 682: CHAPTER 82 FIERCE AND UNPARALLELED BLOCKADE OF FLAG GATE (PART 2)

The strength Su Yihong displayed just now was on par with the Top Ten Disciples. Fang Hong knew it would be impossible to take him down alone, so he tried his best to win over the two junior disciples. He grabbed the wrist of each disciple to show his closeness and, with earnest words, said, "Once I kill Su Yihong and claim the position among the Top Ten Disciples, I will not treat the two of you unfairly."

Chen Guo and Wei Chi Yang exchanged a glance, stepped back, and bowed deeply, saying, "We are willing to follow Senior Brother’s command."

"Good!"

Fang Hong reached into his sleeve and took out a Jade Axe and a three-foot-long Short Jade Spear, handing them to Wei Chi Yang and Chen Guo respectively. He said, "These are not Dharma Treasures, but they are still valuable artifacts made from the stones of Qingcuo Mountain in the Southernmost Land. They inherently contain spiritual nature, are tougher than gold stone, cut through iron as if it were mud, and are impervious to Divine Weapons. Later, you two should act like this..."

After giving detailed instructions, the two disciples understood his intent. They shifted to the northwest position, quietly waiting for the right opportunity.

Huang Fuzhou arrived before the Flag Gate in moments. Thirty zhang away from Su Yihong, he dispelled the smoke and revealed himself. But facing Su Yihong, he dared not show the slightest carelessness, releasing a thin thread of starlight to circle and shimmer around him, leaving no openings.

Su Yihong glanced up and down at Huang Fuzhou, snorted, and said, "Finally, someone who looks slightly competent."

Huang Fuzhou spoke with a steady voice, "Su Yihong, the Su Family is on the verge of destruction. With your skill, if you force your way out, you might have a slim chance to escape. There’s no need to die with the Su Family."

Su Yihong sneered coldly and said, "Stop wasting your breath. Fight if you want to. Do you think I’m a child of three years old?"

Huang Fuzhou shut his mouth as well. He had intended to disrupt Su Yihong’s Heart Realm by mentioning the Su Family’s impending demise, but to his surprise, Su Yihong’s mind was steadfast, leaving him no openings.

In the blink of an eye, Huang Fuzhou’s heart tightened. He realized he was inwardly admitting inferiority to Su Yihong, and fear had arisen before the battle even began. Thus, he had attempted such tactics to secure victory.

Upon becoming aware, Huang Fuzhou quickly composed himself, dismissed distracting thoughts, and focused all his attention.

Su Yihong, already impatient, swung his staff, stepping onto clouds and smoke, charging forward like a speeding arrow. Huang Fuzhou dared not let him get close and retreated swiftly with his tunneling light, flying like a meteor.

After several exchanges, Su Yihong realized he couldn’t catch Huang Fuzhou. He sneered mockingly and said, "Do you think I can’t deal with you?"

He put away the Cloud Rubbing Stick and pulled out a carved large bow from his sleeve. One hand held the bow firmly, while the other pinched an arrow. He twirled the arrowhead and squinted at Huang Fuzhou, aiming carefully. The arrow tip glowed like a cold star, exuding an oppressive chill, as if itching to fly out and devour its target.

Huang Fuzhou felt a chill spread across his body as the bow and arrow pointed at him, and he was thoroughly shocked. He had aimed to wear down Su Yihong’s vigor, but never anticipated that Su Yihong had such a move.

This was nothing short of a stroke of terrible luck—one misstep had led to an imminent defeat.

At this moment, counterattacking was already too late. Huang Fuzhou shouted sharply, gathered his entire Elixir Evil, and activated a spell. In an instant, a mirror-like golden light materialized in front of him. The starlight, under the blazing sun, suddenly flashed and dazzled, releasing a piercing brilliance.

Su Yihong, focused intently on Huang Fuzhou, hadn’t predicted this change. His eyes stung intensely as if blinded. He let out a grunt and instinctively loosened his fingers, releasing the arrow guided only by his sense of touch.

The arrow collided with the Mirror Light as if shattering a copper gong—silver bottle cracked, scattering countless starlight fragments. Huang Fuzhou let out a pained groan, his face ashen. One of his arms was severed by the speeding arrow, exploding into flesh and blood. But being a seasoned warrior, he didn’t panic at such a critical moment. He bit his tongue, refusing to falter, turned abruptly, transformed into a streak of golden rainbow, and tunneled away at great speed, disappearing in an instant.

Fang Hong and the two junior disciples had been waiting nearby for a long time. Seeing the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, they wasted no time.

Fang Hong leaped forward silently and unleashed the "Jiluo Golden Cone" he held. The artifact, imperceptible when in flight, tore through the Refuge Pearl’s Cloud Mist in a mere flash.

Su Yihong, caught off guard, cried out as the Golden Cone pierced his back, emerging from his chest like a sharp spike. His body staggered forward, spitting out blood. Yet, after walking several steps, he steadied himself once more.

Wei Chi Yang, with a malicious expression, abandoned the ten-zhang strategy they had agreed upon earlier. Seeing Fang Hong strike successfully, he boldly advanced to within five zhang of Su Yihong. Pointing his Jade Axe, the artifact trembled and rose into the air, cutting toward Su Yihong’s neck.

Su Yihong, though still blind, reacted with uncanny swiftness. Feeling the chill near his neck, he tilted his head immediately and raised his forehead to meet the axe blade. With a muffled "bang," the sound of metal collision echoed. A gash appeared on his forehead, blood gushing out as his body was forced back, knocked away by the heavy Jade Axe.

At this moment, Chen Guo remained silent and seized the chance when Su Yihong stumbled backward. He unleashed the three-foot Short Jade Spear, which pierced the air sharply and stabbed into Su Yihong’s lower back with a "pfft," burying half its spearhead. Su Yihong let out a muffled groan, his body trembling as he spat another mouthful of blood.

Wei Chi Yang saw the Jade Axe only caused surface wounds and feared Su Yihong might retaliate. He sneered, not retreating, and instead drove the rebounding Jade Axe once more. The axe looped around and struck from a diagonal angle.

Chen Guo and Wei Chi Yang coordinated seamlessly. Just as the Spear stabbed Su Yihong, the Jade Axe arrived precisely, slicing into his neck deeply, stopping only halfway through.

Su Yihong’s eyes regained some clarity, noticing the trembling Jade Axe appearing ready to push further to sever his head. He snorted coldly, reached out, and grabbed the Jade Axe.

Wei Chi Yang frantically activated his spell, but no matter how much force he applied, the Jade Axe wouldn’t budge. Sweat poured down his forehead as panic consumed him.

Fang Hong was stunned by Su Yihong’s unmatched resilience and ferocity. He activated a spell, conjuring a colossal Divine Wood Pillar out of thin air, which fell heavily with a thunderous crash, smashing onto Su Yihong’s back and sending him tumbling down from the clouds.

The trio finally exhaled a sigh of relief, but the next moment, their expressions changed in unison.

Su Yihong, unbelievably, stood up as though nothing had happened. His eyes shot out chilling beams of light as he first yanked the axe away, then grabbed both the Golden Cone and Short Jade Spear. With a mighty roar, he ripped them out, causing blood to gush like fountains. Taking a deep breath, he activated his Mysterious Skill, and within moments, his injuries visibly healed, leaving him entirely unscathed!

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