C110 (2/2)
Even with Taoist Master Xing Luo, Spiritual Master Han Kong and the rest's mental fortitude, they couldn't help but sigh when they witnessed Zhou Tong's chain of attacks.
The smoke and dust slowly dispersed, revealing the remaining people on the field.
Of the eight people in total in Xiao He's group, only four were left. Those few qi-repair s knew clearly that they were unable to harm Zhou Tong, and the moment the carditis appeared, the three qi-repair s in the group immediately chose to sacrifice themselves to protect their teammates. Releasing all of their spiritual energy to protect their teammates, isolating them from the carditis. Of course, the result of that was that all three of them were left feeling regretful under the terrifying might of the carditis.
Right now, in Xiao He's team, other than Xiao He who was acting as the commander, there were only two shield wielding martial artists and one halberd wielding martial artist.
”Zhou Tong, I have to admit, your strength has already surpassed my imagination!” Xiao He clenched his teeth, and shouted towards Zhou Tong.
”Then your imagination is really not rich enough.”
With a sly smile, Zhou Tong slowly landed on the ground. Without the harassment from the qi-repair, whether it was Zhou Tong himself or the distant Yue Qingyao, it was countless times easier.
Of course, using such a large amount of carditis, the energy consumption was also astonishing. After completing this astonishing attack, Zhou Tong's entire being was as if he had just been fished out of water, he panted heavily, and the sweat on his entire body almost completely soaked his clothes. The originally light and breathless cloth seemed to become transparent as it stained his skin.
Sensing that more than half of the spirit energy in his body had already disappeared, Zhou Tong laughed helplessly, the Burning Soul Curse had no intention of stopping.
”You are strong, but we are stronger!” Xiao He took a deep breath, and looked at Zhou Tong with a cold gaze.
To the members of Xiao He's team, this competition was truly frightening.
Who would have thought that a mere Zhou Tong would be able to unleash such terrifying combat strength?
Who would have thought that this two-man team could actually force their own eight-man team to such a state?
”Form the formation, take out the Violet Firmament Soul Suppressing Bell!”
As he shouted, Xiao He sat down cross legged, and gently bit the tip of his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
After the blood mist was spat out, the two cultivators with shields rushed to Xiao He's side, while the halberd wielding martial artist rushed forward and entangled Zhou Tong. From the looks of it, he was trying his best to pull Zhou Tong out.
In front of Xiao He, where the blood mist was spread open, a thumb sized bell suddenly appeared. Immediately afterwards, that bell like thing suddenly rose up with the wind, forming a gigantic ancient bell that floated in front of Xiao He.
”Zhou Tong, this is my last killing move. If you have the ability, try taking one!”
As he shouted, Xiao He changed into a pair of fists and fiercely smashed onto the ancient bell, immediately, a terrifying buzzing sound came out, resounding across the entire auction area.
”Uh, this is a soul attack!”
With that sound, Zhou Tong felt a buzzing in his head, and even his hands could not hold onto the sword hilt. On the stage, whether it was the halberd wielding cultivator or the two shield wielding cultivators, both of them had their hands over their heads as they walked off the stage with difficulty.
Their existence was merely to cover up Xiao He's release. They were well aware that once the Violet Firmament Soul Bell was activated, they would be enemies and enemies alike.
”AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
It was as if another piece of glass had shattered in his mind, and the shattered pieces of glass were all kneaded into his brain. A violent buzzing sound came from the depths of his mind, as though it wanted to tear Zhou Tong's consciousness into pieces.
”Qing Yao, are you alright?”
Resisting the intense pain that was about to be torn apart, Zhou Tong immediately turned to look at the distant Yue Qingyao. This terrifying pain was unbearable even for himself, Zhou Tong didn't even dare imagine what it would do to Yue Qingyao.
However, in front of Zhou Tong's eyes, she saw that Yue Qingyao was still as naive as ever, as if the deafening sound of the bell had nothing to do with her.
”What's wrong with you? You look tired. ” Yue Qingyao waved his hand at Zhou Tong, pouted and asked, but seeing that Zhou Tong did not seem to be able to respond, Yue Qingyao ran over to him.
With both hands holding onto Zhou Tong's face, Yue Qingyao squinted her eyes and laughed sweetly. She kept muttering to herself: ”Look at me, close your eyes, then you won't be tired.”
Zhou Tong gritted his teeth as he refused to listen to Yue Qingyao's words. His hands felt like they were going to tear his head off.
After a moment, before Zhou Tong could react, Yue Qingyao had suddenly moved closer to him. Zhou Tong suddenly opened his eyes wide, between his lips, there was a warm and exquisite feeling, and a rumbling sound that seemed to come from the depths of his soul, suddenly exploded out within Zhou Tong's mind.