Chapter 2277 - 2278: Kneel

As soon as the old man appeared, Long Xiaoshuai and the others felt an immense pressure, finding it difficult to breathe.

Long Xiaoshuai's face grew solemn as he called out.

"Brother Three Swords, Brother Fan, these three demons are formidable. We shouldn't suffer unnecessary losses. When it comes to action, I'll hold them off while you retreat quickly."

Fan Yi remained silent, but Three Swords rolled his eyes and glared coldly at Long Xiaoshuai.

"In terms of seniority, you are Yang Fei's good brother, but in terms of age, I'm your uncle."

"There's nothing to discuss. Fan Yi, you take this kid and leave quickly."

As Three Swords spoke, he glanced at the Qinglong Cultivator in the distance and said calmly.

"We've fallen into their trap, let everyone meet their fate."

He said that with his palms gently parting.

A giant sword formed between his palms, flickering with golden light.

This was none other than the Sword of Martial Arts of Three Swords, entirely formed by his Spirit Element Qi, ten times more formidable than any Godly Weapon.

The old man still looked at the four of them indifferently, with a somewhat sorrowful expression on his face.

"Stop dreaming. None of you will get away."

At the same time, the woman in red blocked the retreat of Fan Yi and the others.

That big man, however, charged towards them like a tank.

"Go!"

Three Swords shouted, and the Sword of Martial Arts turned into a dazzling streak of light, heading straight for the old man.

Long Xiaoshuai's Dragon Talisman flickered in his hand as he was about to rush forward but was stopped by Fan Yi grabbing his shoulder and shouting.

"Go!"

Long Xiaoshuai was stunned, only to see a dangerous glint in Fan Yi's eyes, carrying an irresistible will.

Long Xiaoshuai instantly deflated.

These brothers of Yang Fei were all Martial Arts Masters, with wills as strong as iron and resolute minds.

Although they adhered strictly to military regulations, at this life-and-death moment, they even ignored Long Xiaoshuai's orders.

Fan Yi propped up Long Xiaoshuai's body and sent him off towards the Northwest, then turned to rush towards Three Swords.

The old man squinted slightly, raised his head, and looked at Three Swords indifferently.

Three Swords suddenly felt as if there was an immense pulling force around him.

His Sword of Martial Arts flew slower and slower, eventually stopping before the old man.

The sword tip hummed continuously but could not advance an inch further.

Three Swords was immediately shocked.

He did not expect this old man to be far more formidable than that woman in red and the strong big man.

The old man leisurely reached out a finger and touched the Martial Arts longsword of Three Swords, and with a "ping" sound, Three Swords' Martial Arts longsword suddenly shattered.

Three Swords immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.

This Martial Arts longsword was connected to his mind.

Now that it was damaged, Three Swords' Internal Organs were severely injured, causing him to retreat repeatedly.

A formless power rose from the ground, as if with immense pulling force.

Every step Three Swords took back was a huge effort.

The old man watched Three Swords leisurely, slowly extending a finger towards his forehead.

His movement was gentle, as if he was practicing Tai Chi like an old lady in the park.

However, even though the old man's movements were slow, they exerted an incomparable oppressive force on Three Swords.

It seemed as if with this one finger, the entire person of Three Swords would explode, yet Fo Sanjian found nowhere to hide nor could he resist.

At this moment, Fan Yi rushed to Three Swords' side, shouting and punching at the old man's finger.

Bang!

With a loud sound, Fan Yi flew out like a kite with a broken string, rolling aside with Three Swords.

Fan Yi spat out a mouthful of blood.

The old man's finger seemed like an underwater bomb, calm on the surface but packed with explosive power.

Almost simultaneously, Long Xiaoshuai and the Qinglong Cultivator rushing towards the Northeast faced a fierce battle.

The woman in red brandished a curved knife, flashing to the front of the Qinglong Cultivator.

The Qinglong Cultivator shouted, activating three talismans simultaneously.

Vajra talisman, Separation Fire Talisman, Paralysis Talisman...

Yet none of this was of any use!

With a flash of the blade, the figure of the woman in red suddenly vanished again.

The Qinglong Cultivator clutched his throat, painfully kneeling to the ground.

A large amount of blood flowed from his fingers, yet his face turned dark and blue.

In just a matter of seconds, the Qinglong Cultivator lost his life.

Almost at the same time, Long Xiaoshuai also engaged with the strong big man.

The strong big man had copper muscles and iron bones, impervious to weapons, with Innate Divine Strength, every punch and kick held the power to shatter stones.

Long Xiaoshuai's bloodline power hadn't awakened, so he dared not meet the big man head-on.

He could only use agile dodges, dealing with the big man's attacks while looking towards Fan Yi and Three Swords.

This glance immediately tightened his heart.

Fan Yi and Three Swords had been easily knocked down by that old man, facing imminent danger.

Panicked, Long Xiaoshuai's concentration slipped.

The big man swung a punch right at his head, leaving Long Xiaoshuai no room to dodge, mustering all his strength to counterpunch.

Bang!

With a loud bang, Long Xiaoshuai's body flew backward like a cannonball.

He crashed into the side of a bus, causing the glass to shatter as he smashed into the bus.

The force was so strong that the entire bus, too, was toppled by the overwhelming strength.

The old man looked at Fan Yi and Three Swords, struggling to get up, and laughed coldly.

"Dragon Group Cultivators are nothing special after all."

The woman in red took out a phone, snapping pictures fiercely at Three Swords and Fan Yi.

Three Swords squinted slightly, looking emotionless at the old man.

"I understand now, you're provoking the Dragon Group, and you'll regret this."

The old man laughed heartily.

"I don't know if I'll regret it, but I do know that you two are certainly dead..."

As he spoke, he took a step forward, his figure eerily rushing up to Fan Yi and Three Swords, with both palms striking at their heads.

Fan Yi and Three Swords both raised their hands to block.

Yet that old man's power was like Mount Tai Crushing Down, impossible to resist.

Both exerted their full effort, yet the old man's palm continued pressing down inch by inch upon their heads.

If such enormous strength were to land, the two would undoubtedly face grisly deaths.

The old man laughed maniacally, a pleased expression surfacing on his previously serene face.

"Kneel before this old man, and I'll give you a swift end!"

Fan Yi and Three Swords felt the force from above growing heavier, their knees softening, about to kneel at any moment.

The woman in red stood by continuously taking pictures with her phone.

The strong big man stood aside, laughing heartily.

At this moment, a voice from above the Nine Heavens resounded in everyone's ears.

"Even if you kneel to me, I will not spare your lives."

In the void, a figure descended like a meteor.

Behind him, Wind and Fire Wings retracted, the person appearing like a Heavenly God descending, imposing.

The old man sensed a tremendous threat, releasing Fan Yi and Three Swords, and lashed a palm towards the sky.

Boom!

The person in the air also slapped a palm down, meeting the old man's hand.

The old man felt a world-shaking power, like a small planet falling.

Unable to bear the immense force, he fell to his knees with a thud.