The battle was imminent.
Facing dozens of corpse monsters, Lao Mo and I charged forward from left and right.
The corpse monsters were ferocious, showing no fear, their large claws constantly swiping at us.
If caught, the outcome would surely be dire.
Especially their gaping mouths; a single bite could cost one an arm.
However, Lao Mo and I were significantly stronger in comparison.
I was in the Zhenguang realm, and Lao Mo was at the Xuan Dan mid-stage.
In any place, this was not to be underestimated combat power.
Not even all these evil cultivators could reach such a realm.
With the reinforcement of fellow Taoists arriving from behind, our numbers grew.
The man in the red robe, upon seeing this, showed no fear or emotion.
His intention seemed to be to wait for us here, for all the fellow disciples to descend and reinforce, and then engage him here.
Otherwise, why wouldn't he let all his ghost slaves and corpse monsters charge up the mountain together?
But I didn't ponder these matters.
Our only objective at this moment was to take down these corpse monsters and disrupt the enemy's formation.
If possible, to truly kill the Saint Son of the Black Demon sect would be best.
My peach wood sword swung with broad strokes, using three forms in rotation, constantly hacking and fighting amidst the horde of corpses.
Lao Mo, with his lightning techniques, also possessed astonishingly fierce offensive power.
We two charged ahead, displaying formidable offensive capabilities.
To our left and right, the battle had already erupted.
In groups of three and two, they fought each other.
There were victories and defeats, and for a time, neither side seemed to have the upper hand.
But the actions of Lao Mo and I made many fellow Taoists behind us's eyes light up.
They stared in amazement, expressing constant surprise and praise.
"Who are those two? So powerful!"
"You don't even know?"
"Yeah! Who? I don't know either!"
"The one crackling with lightning is Mo Ting, a formidable individual who defeated Wang Qi, the senior disciple of Longhu Mountain, and Cangjing, the female master from Japan's Nine Chrysanthemum sect, in the league arena."
"And the one with the three-sword style next to him, who can control his sword, is the top scorer of the league challenge, Qin Ze. He's challenged the experts of the Eight Great Sects solo, defeated the strongest from the Western regions and even Japan, possessing terrifying and exceptionally robust strength..."
"What? They're Qin Ze and Mo Ting?"
"..."
Even from a distance, I could hear people behind us discussing Lao Mo and me.
I remained expressionless, but Lao Mo became a bit puffed up:
"Did you hear that, Old Qin? They're all watching us! Show them your true skills and rush over to finish that red-robed brat."
Lao Mo's idea was audacious, but not impossible to attempt.
Now, we were no longer novice rookies; we had the strength for it.
If we couldn't win, we could rely on our magical artifacts to retreat quickly.
With this thought, I nodded directly:
"Alright!"
Lao Mo chuckled:
"Deal!"
After speaking, Lao Mo formed a hand seal, muttered a few incantations, and slapped his palm forward:
"Five Lightning Palm, Swift as the Command, Break!"
Lao Mo's palm struck the two corpse monsters and three white-clad ghosts in front of us.
With a command.
A surge of Taoist energy erupted, and power gathered.
The next second, five streaks of electricity shot out.
With five crackling sounds of thunder, the five demonic entities blocking our path were instantly electrocuted to death.
Seeing this, I looked at Lao Mo in surprise:
"Lao Mo, you can use the complete Five Lightning Palm now?"
I looked at him in astonishment.
Lao Mo, with a smug flick of his hair, replied to me:
"You've broken through to the Zhenguang realm, and you won't allow me to master the complete Five Lightning Palm?"
Seeing his smug expression, I burst into laughter.
Indeed! Lao Mo's talent was immense.
During this period, I had broken through to the Zhenguang realm.
It was only natural for someone like Lao Mo, who already wielded lightning techniques, to have mastered the Five Lightning Palm in this time.
After Lao Mo unleashed his Five Lightning Palm, I naturally wouldn't fall behind.
In front of us, seven or eight fierce ghosts flew towards us with mournful cries.
Their faces were white, their eyes vacant, and their claws were raised.
Seeing this, I simply formed a sword finger and pointed forward:
"Heaven and Earth Without Limit, Heaven and Earth Borrow Power, Decree!"
With three swift slashes of my peach wood swords, turning into sword light, the seven or eight fierce ghosts exploded like balloons.
With a series of bursts, their souls were scattered...
With just these two moves, we dispatched over a dozen fierce ghosts and several corpse slaves.
This combat power was comparable to the older generation.
Not only the younger generation who had fought their way here, but even some older Taoist friends who witnessed it were dumbfounded.
After the two Taoist techniques, Lao Mo and I quickly pushed forward, heading straight for the man in the red robe.
The man in the red robe's expression turned grim.
Seeing Lao Mo and me charging towards him, he spread his palm, and a black needle appeared, preparing to engage us.
But he was grabbed by a middle-aged demon Taoist next to him:
"Saint Son, you must not. Don't forget, we have a mission to accomplish."
"Hmph!"
The man in the red robe spoke with great unwillingness.
"Saint Son, no need to be angry. Let this old Taoist deal with these two fellows!"
With that said! This seemingly thin old man with sallow skin flicked his long robe and turned to charge towards Lao Mo and me.
His speed was remarkable, and his evil aura was potent.
For a moment, he brought a powerful oppressive aura to Lao Mo and me.
"Lao Mo, be careful!"
I felt a strong sense of pressure and dared not be careless.
Lao Mo pulled out three talismans and threw them towards the old Taoist:
"Swift as the Command, Break!"
The talismans whistled and exploded in front of the old Taoist.
The terrifying power of the talismans repelled the surrounding fierce ghosts, making them unable to approach.
However, the old Taoist merely waved his sleeve, completely unharmed:
"Is that all you've got?"