C379 Blood Dyeing the Blue Sky the Blue Sky(2)

Others were puzzled, but a few experts at the Reality Condensing Stage from the Fallen Moon Sect saw through the situation. When Woo Zhengyang made his move, it seemed effortless. However, in that instant, four streams of vital energy flowed into him from the four women behind him.

Seeing this, they understood why Woo Zhengyang's strike was so powerful. The combined vital energy of four Shape Gathering Stage experts could indeed withstand the Vital Spirit Giant Hand of a Reality Condensing Stage expert. But, as the elder of the Fallen Moon Sect pointed out, even with the support of four Shape Gathering Stage experts, how long could Woo Zhengyang hold on?

Even four experts at the peak of the Reality Condensing Stage could only fend off a Reality Condensing Stage expert for a short while. The other battles had yet to begin, as everyone focused on the clash between Woo Zhengyang and the elder of the Fallen Moon Sect.

Of course, many were also captivated by other aspects. The four women, hailed as celestial beings, were surprisingly young yet already at the Shape Gathering Stage, stirring excitement and anticipation for the imagined princess.

"Supporting until your three sects of the Fallen Sun Country are wiped out is no problem!" Woo Zhengyang replied with a light laugh, his wild nature undiminished.

"Arrogant!" the elder of the Fallen Moon Sect sneered, brandishing a long sword and striking at Woo Zhengyang.

This strike was fueled by his deep-seated anger, leaving no room for mercy. The sword unleashed a powerful force, with eighteen beams of light bursting forth, all aimed directly at Woo Zhengyang.

Upon reaching the Reality Condensing Stage, one could wield the Vital Spirit Giant Hand, and similarly, sword energy could be projected from the sword itself. The eighteen beams of light from the elder of the Fallen Moon Sect were dazzling, each resembling a long sword. While not as visually imposing as the Vital Spirit Giant Hand, their actual combat power was several times greater, as they were a product of refined sword skill rather than just a technique.

Facing these eighteen beams, Woo Zhengyang neither dodged nor retreated. Instead, he responded with his own strike. His sword unleashed nineteen beams...

Witnessing this, everyone was stunned. Wasn't Woo Zhengyang relying on the power of the four fairies? Even if he had borrowed strength to enhance his own, he wasn't at the Shape Gathering Stage and shouldn't have been able to project sword energy.

The real question was whether he did it on purpose. The elder of the Fallen Moon Sect had released eighteen beams with his strike, but Woo Zhengyang managed nineteen. Was this a display of superiority or disdain? If he did it intentionally, how did he manage it?

Even with the help of four experts at the Shape Gathering Stage, or even ten, it would be impossible to surpass someone at the Reality Condensing Stage. Yet, he not only surpassed it, but seemed to effortlessly produce an extra sword beam...

The crowd was dumbfounded, feeling a sense of suffocation, their minds unable to process what they were witnessing.

"How is this possible? I refuse to believe it!" exclaimed the elder of the Fallen Moon Sect, astonished that his most prized sword skill had been outdone by this young upstart.

As he spoke, the eighteen sword beams he unleashed clashed with Woo Zhengyang's.

"Crack... crack..."

The sound of shattering echoed, leaving the crowd in a state of numb shock. Only a master at the Reality Condensing Stage could produce such a sound when their sword beams shattered, yet it was happening right here.

The sword beams collided mid-air, shattering equally, evenly matched.

But... how could they be evenly matched?

"Could it be that the four fairies aren't at the Shape Gathering Stage, but at the Reality Condensing Stage?" someone speculated.

"If that were true, there wouldn't be any need for this charade. The four fairies could have settled this themselves," another countered.

"Maybe Woo Zhengyang just likes to show off, using this opportunity to display his power and make a name for himself," someone else suggested, their tone dripping with jealousy, clearly envious of Woo Zhengyang's connection with Bing'er and the other three women.

"How is that possible? They're clearly at the Shape Gathering Stage. Even if there were four more of them, they couldn't possibly match my strength!" exclaimed the elder of the Fallen Moon Sect, addressing the crowd's confusion.

Compared to others, he was more shocked and had a better grasp of the situation. He was certain that Bing'er and the other three women were definitely at the Shape Gathering Stage, and not even at its peak. Normally, it wasn't noticeable, but once they activated their vital energy, their level was clear to anyone at the Reality Condensing Stage.

Yet, he couldn't fathom why four practitioners at the Shape Gathering Stage, channeling their vital energy into a single Reality Condensing Stage martial artist, could match his power.

"The impossible is yet to come, and by the way, we're not evenly matched. You're way behind me," Woo Zhengyang said with a grin.

As he spoke, a sword light shot from mid-air, slashing toward the elder of the Fallen Moon Sect.

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