Tang Kun frowned, stopped his attack, and instead sized up Ming Guang: "Who are you?"
"Who are you?" Ming Guang retorted.
"I am me, who are you?"
"I am also me." Ming Guang chuckled, "So that means youâre you."
Yang Ruxin couldnât help but roll her eyes, was this a tongue twister? But it was clear that the guy had truly gone mad, his mind was not clear.
"Then if I kill you, I become you." Tang Kun suddenly smiled, "So, prepare to die." With that, he began attacking again.
The former King Hades also became a killing maniac after going mad, only to be suppressed and lose his memory, transforming into the current Ming Guang. Although he lost his memory and became good-natured, his inner strength was too overwhelming, causing discomfort, forcing him to imprison himself. But now he felt better because Gu Qingheng could occasionally absorb his inner strength.
Therefore, now that thereâs someone who can counter his inner strength, itâs simply a blessing.
"Then if I kill you, I become you too, so I must kill you."
The two fought fiercely, but the entire mountaintop suffered. One moment, a rock was broken, the next moment, another rock was sent flying, with debris flying everywhere. Some with weaker skills even got injured.
Yet no one fled on their own.
"Alliance Hierarch, quickly organize everyone to retreat." Yang Ruxin called out to Ming Yu, "Otherwise, everyone will get hurt."
Ming Yu nodded, turning to instruct his sons and daughters-in-law to quickly lead the people down the mountain.
Everyone then retreated, leaving only a few with equally good skills behind.
Gu Qingheng and Tang Wanqian didnât leave.
Another who didnât leave was Song San. He had previously joined the martial competition but lost to Lord Wan Qi and tried to stop Tang Kun just now, only to be thrown back.
Yang Ruxin had no time to care about others, focusing all her attention on Tang Kun and Ming Guang.
The two seemed tireless, fighting more fiercely as time went on.
"Qingge, you should take Grandpa Tang down too." Seeing this, Yang Ruxin knew it wouldnât end quickly and, with night approaching, the temperature on the mountain would drop significantly. Tang Wanqian was injured and unable to use inner strength to keep warm, which would be very dangerous. Even the more moderately injured Yang Xiong and Nangong Xun were in danger.
Yu Qingge didnât insist, taking the wounded away from the mountaintop.
"What about you all?" Fa Qingyang asked, worry on his face.
"Weâre okay." Yang Ruxin shook her head.
"Sister Yang, you must be alright." Ming Shaofeng and Ming Ni both earnestly urged Yang Ruxin.
"Donât worry, sister will come to find you soon..."
The mountaintop suddenly became desolate.
"Qingheng, you should go down too." Yang Ruxin looked at Gu Qingheng.
Gu Qingheng shook his head: "As long as I have breath, I wonât leave your side."
Yang Ruxin said nothing further.
"If they keep fighting like this, theyâll exhaust themselves to death." Ming Yu said with worry.
"Amitabha." Master Wuwang invoked Buddhaâs name, "We need to find a way to stop them."
Just as the monk spoke, the two fighting suddenly clashed again, palms meeting with a louder sound. One person was seen flying out, landing on the ground, while the other ran to Yang Ruxin: "Hungry."