Seeing Master Baiyun confront the wolf-shaped ferocious beast, Ling Xiao let out a sigh of relief.
This was his chance to recover. Fortunately, the Mountain River World had plenty of gold, which he could use to heal.
Otherwise, lying here like this, he’d likely die anyway.
With titans clashing, no one would care about an ant like him, allowing him to focus on recovery.
Dozens of metres above ground, the battle between Master Baiyun and the wolf-shaped beast erupted instantly.
“With Master taking action, this beast is no match. What a pity about Ling Xiao—if he’d held on just a bit longer, he wouldn’t have died,” the Baiyun Temple Master sighed.
“Indeed, a shame. With that boy’s potential, he might’ve had a shot at entering the Twelve Sects,” Qi Yuan said, shaking his head.
Though he didn’t know Ling Xiao well, he’d seen the earlier scene clearly.
For a Martial Vein Seventh Layer Peak warrior to dodge the wolf-shaped beast’s attack, even just once, was no small feat.
This was a true genius.
Lin Ze was speechless, tears welling in his aged eyes. To him, Ling Xiao was like a son.
Aside from Ling Yixue and Leng Mei, no one here was likely more heartbroken than he.
Boom!
Master Baiyun’s aura surged, true essence pouring from his body, forming tangible waves that enveloped him.
“It’s been years since I’ve faced a worthy opponent!” he said calmly, releasing his aura without reservation.
He knew that against such a beast, holding back was not an option.
Mortal Saint Realm warriors, while unable to fly or soar the skies, could briefly hover or glide.
This was far superior to Martial Vein Ninth Layer warriors.
Ling Xiao, of course, was an exception. His abilities were unique, and with the evolved Mountain River Martial Soul, they were even more enigmatic.
What Mortal Saint Realm warriors could do, he could too, though flight remained beyond him.
Flight required demonic beasts, mechanical constructs, or flight-based martial souls.
Howl~~
Having suffered a setback, the wolf-shaped beast attacked first. It opened its maw, a crimson fireball forming, scorching the surrounding ground black.
Heat waves rolled, and fiery winds raged.
The crimson orb shot forward, distorting the air like a meteor, hurtling toward Master Baiyun and Yunkong City.
Lin Ze felt that if this fireball hit him, he’d be reduced to ashes instantly.
They were lucky earlier—the beast hadn’t attacked directly, merely reflecting their strike. Otherwise, not only would the three Ninth Layer Peak warriors have died, but the tens of thousands behind them would have perished too.
The terrifying pressure was chilling to contemplate.
Primordial Thunder Palm!
Master Baiyun clasped his palms, true essence rapidly gathering between them, faintly crackling with thunder.
Then, he parted his palms and pushed forward.
Two solidified palm imprints tore through the void, carrying thunder and lightning, roaring toward the beast.
Warriors and demonic beasts trembled, scrambling to flee.
The devastation from their earlier clash had left many dead or injured.
This was the terror of a Mortal Saint Realm showdown.
Pfft! Boom!
The air flared brightly.
The palm imprints collided with the crimson orb, exploding instantly.
Before the shockwave dissipated, two figures darted forward.
Amid the booming, Master Baiyun and the beast exchanged dozens of blows.
Their combat speed was too fast for ordinary warriors’ eyes to follow.
All they saw were constant explosions, fire, and lightning.
Thankfully, most warriors and beasts had fled, or the unrestrained energy from these Mortal Realm titans would have torn them to shreds.
Ninth Layer Peak demonic beasts whimpered on the ground, overwhelmed by the battle’s intensity.
Deep underground, Ling Xiao’s mangled limbs and body were bathed in golden light. Gold was consumed rapidly as his body steadily repaired.
With no need to focus on healing, he had the leisure to observe the clash of these titans.
Others might not see the battle’s details.
But Ling Xiao saw everything clearly.
In terms of techniques, the two weren’t particularly novel.
Their difference from ordinary warriors lay in enhanced power, speed, and true essence quality.
Their mastery of techniques also far surpassed that of typical warriors.
The same move, used by an ordinary warrior, might shatter a ceramic cup.
Used by them, it could level a skyscraper.
That was the gap!
No wonder it was said that when Mortal Realm warriors arrived, emperors and generals retreated.
In a nation like the Northern Han, where the ruler was at most a Martial Vein Ninth Layer Peak warrior, they’d kneel before a Mortal Realm warrior.
Otherwise, a nation’s fate could be sealed in an instant.
There was a tale of a king who outbid a Mortal Realm warrior at an auction. The next day, his nation was erased from the map.
Its vast territory reduced to scorched earth.
Though cruel, the story was true. Before Mortal Realm warriors, worldly kings and nobles were nothing.
They held the power to alter a nation’s destiny with ease.
Clearly, Master Baiyun was such a figure. He could command the Baiyun Province Governor or Border General with impunity, and none dared openly defy him.
In the Northern Han, the Human Holy Dynasty, and across the Tianlong Continent, he was a martial legend.
Of course, that was before the hidden sects reemerged.
With the Mountain River Martial Soul’s appearance, many things had quietly shifted, though few were aware.
The Mortal Realm clash, though brief, saw hundreds of exchanges.
Both sides traded blows, the scene utterly terrifying.
Amid the deafening roars, the wolf-shaped beast let out pained cries, its body covered in wounds, bloodstains, and even exposed bones in places.
On the other side, Master Baiyun wasn’t faring well either. His robes were tattered, his body bore several burn marks, and he looked dishevelled.
Overall, though, Master Baiyun held the upper hand, steadily suppressing the beast.
His injuries were minor.
The beast’s were severe.
Ling Xiao exhaled, a touch of tension in his heart.
This battle decided not just the fate of the two combatants, but that of Yunkong City and all of Baiyun Province.
Though Master Baiyun had the advantage, nothing was certain until the end.
Howl~~
The wolf-shaped beast finally retreated.
A flicker of fear appeared in its cold eyes.
“Beast, today your life will pay for my disciple’s!”
