Chapter 45: A Dirty Trick

Although Taiyin Zhenren was surprised by the domineering and scorching nature of Wang Bo's true qi, he did not take it to heart. He casually cast a spell, and that spell transformed in countless ways, forming crystalline ice-colored sword qi.

The ice-colored sword qi howled forth, colliding with Wang Bo's Nine Yang sword qi, and both annihilated each other.

Wang Bo couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in surprise.

He could see that this was not a spell at all; rather, Taiyin Zhenren's control over his magical power was so superb that he directly transformed it into ice-colored sword qi, learning and applying it on the spot.

Such skill and strength were naturally astonishing.

As expected of the Grand Preceptor of the Great Tang.

At this moment, Wang Bo realized that this fellow was even more troublesome than Fahai.

He clapped his hands together, and the surrounding space shifted layer by layer. In the blink of an eye, he pulled Taiyin Zhenren and Monk Yixiu into the mirror space.

Wang Bo was not entirely sure of Monk Yixiu's strength, but Taiyin Zhenren's power was evident. Wang Bo dared not claim he could win easily.

If the two of them fought, Yuzhou City would suffer.

So Wang Bo simply dragged Taiyin Zhenren into the mirror space, so that even if they fought fiercely inside, it would not affect the outside world in the slightest.

As for Monk Yixiu, he was merely an accessory.

Wang Bo was afraid that if he fought Taiyin Zhenren, this fellow might seize the chance to escape, which would be troublesome.

After all, he still needed to take this fellow to see Xiaobai.

After being pulled into the mirror space, Taiyin Zhenren immediately noticed the changes around him. Although the scenery remained the same, aside from the three of them, the space was empty.

Clearly, he was trapped in a peculiar space.

What an exquisite spell.

Taiyin Zhenren marveled. He had never seen such an exquisite spell before, and for a moment, he was filled with admiration, while also feeling a hint of greed.

Perhaps, when he captured the opponent, he could extract the principles of this spell from his mouth.

With this thought, Taiyin Zhenren waved his hand, formed a hand seal, and one by one, ice cones appeared in the void, aimed at Wang Bo. "Go!"

At Taiyin Zhenren's command, the sky filled with ice cones poured down like a violent storm.

Wang Bo sneered several times, fearless. He activated his Nine Yang true qi, along with the Ripple Qigong, and struck out with a Fire Cloud Palm. A surging, unmatched fire energy swept out like a mountain collapse and a tsunami.

The ice cones racing toward Wang Bo were directly engulfed by the overwhelming fire energy before they could even get close. The moment they melted into water, they turned into steam, and in an instant, a vast expanse of steam obscured everyone's vision.

But none of the three present were ordinary people; mere steam could not block their perception.

All three could easily determine each other's positions.

From Taiyin Zhenren's sleeve, talismans flew out one after another, transforming into countless swords that surged forth like a tidal wave, blotting out the sky as they charged at Wang Bo.

Wang Bo neither dodged nor avoided; he strode forward, letting the countless swords hack at his body, sending sparks flying.

He himself, at a sprinting speed of a hundred meters, broke through the sea of swords in an instant and arrived before Taiyin Zhenren. He raised his right hand high, hand like a blade, and chopped fiercely at Taiyin Zhenren's forehead.

This time, Wang Bo no longer used the Fire Cloud Palm, but the fifth technique of the Nine Yang Five Extremes.

Blazing Sun Blade.

This technique used the body as a blade, emphasizing the blade's intent to pierce the sky and the fire's intent to incinerate all things.

Wang Bo propelled it with Nine Yang true qi, and with the addition of the Ripple Qigong, it was like adding wings to a tiger, doubling its power.

Blazing Sun Blade, Third Form: Blazing Sun Cracks the Summit!

This move was seemingly clumsy but ingenious, the blade splitting mountains, the fire boiling seas.

With the assistance of the Ripple Qigong, the fire energy within Wang Bo surged even more. Taiyin Zhenren felt a blur before his eyes, and a divine blade that could split heaven and earth came crashing down toward his forehead.

The scorching fire energy, upon touching his body, threatened to incinerate all the blood within him and evaporate it completely.

The moisture in his skin was also about to be completely dried out.

This left him parched and dry, his bones feeling as if they were about to catch fire, his body flushed red, as if he were in a volcano. Even his vast magical power, under these circumstances, became somewhat sluggish in its operation.

Taiyin Zhenren had never imagined that he had underestimated the power within Wang Bo. Though it seemed less versatile than magical power and had a single attribute, its lethality was not inferior to his own magical power.

That mortal martial arts could reach such a level truly made him see Wang Bo in a new light.

If he had faced this strike a few days earlier, Taiyin Zhenren would have certainly avoided it. At that time, his injuries had not yet healed, and his magical power had not returned to its peak, so he naturally would not have wanted to confront Wang Bo's edge.

But now, with his injuries fully healed and his magical power already boiling, he did not retreat in the face of this strike. Instead, he was filled with heroic spirit and refused to yield an inch.

If a mere martial artist dared to clash head-on with him, how could he, the Grand Preceptor of the Great Tang Empire, retreat?

So Taiyin Zhenren shouted "Good!" and pushed his magical power to its peak. He clapped his hands together above his head, intending to forcibly catch Wang Bo's Blazing Sun Blade.

A dull thud was heard.

Wang Bo's blade came down, aiming straight for Taiyin Zhenren's head.

And Taiyin Zhenren, with his hands pressed together, managed to clamp down on Wang Bo's right hand.

The two seemed evenly matched, but in the next second, Taiyin Zhenren's expression suddenly changed.

Because he discovered that although Wang Bo's true qi was terrifyingly formidable, what was truly fearsome was the opponent's incredibly powerful physical strength.

Although he had caught Wang Bo's hand blade and forcibly blocked his true qi, the overwhelming, irresistible force from the hand blade left him in despair.

The stalemate lasted less than a second before Wang Bo's hand blade split apart Taiyin Zhenren's palms, forcibly chopping down and leaving a terrible blade wound on Taiyin Zhenren's body.

This wound ran diagonally from his shoulder to his waist. The surging fire energy drilled into Taiyin Zhenren's body, wreaking havoc within.

Taiyin Zhenren couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, staring at Wang Bo in shock. Finally, with a thud, he knelt before Wang Bo, swayed slightly, and collapsed to the ground.

Seeing this, Wang Bo couldn't help but laugh. To be fair, Taiyin Zhenren's strength was still above Fahai's. If the two had truly fought, without using Gungnir or the Divine Garment, Wang Bo would have had to exert some effort to defeat Taiyin Zhenren.

But he had played a little trick.

That was, from the very beginning, Wang Bo had disguised himself as a martial artist, always using Nine Yang true qi to fight.

So in Taiyin Zhenren's mind, Wang Bo's greatest strength was his Nine Yang true qi.

But in reality, Wang Bo's greatest strength was not his Nine Yang true qi at all.

It was his steel-like body.