Zhao Wei's strength was comparable to that of a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, and even a casual punch from him could unleash immense power.
Such might was overwhelming for a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator like Huang Yuhua, feeling like the sky was collapsing.
In comparison, Ma Long and Tang Qin were slightly better off. Although the battles were extremely difficult for them, they could still resist a little with their immortal artifacts.
With the combined efforts of everyone, they managed to barely hold Zhao Wei in check.
Zhao Wei felt no tension at all; instead, he appeared exceptionally at ease, as if he were a cat playing with a mouse, merely toying with them.
After fighting for a while, he seemed to grow a little weary.
He let out a cold sneer.
"Hmph! Have you played enough? Is it time for my performance now?"
As soon as Zhao Wei finished speaking, he formed a hand seal that looked somewhat familiar to everyone.
Song Heguo's eyes widened in alarm.
"Everyone, be careful! He's about to unleash his martial skill!"
Everyone was shocked.
They all knew what Zhao Wei's martial skill was.
The cost they had paid to deal with his ten summoned clones was still fresh in their minds.
If he were to unleash this martial skill fully, their situation would be dire.
Even if Song Heguo, Shan Nan, and Liu Xiaoxiao could each hold off one clone, the remaining people would be no match for the clones.
It was likely that Huang Yuhua, the weakest among them, would fall within moments.
Given Zhao Wei's nature, would he easily spare him then?
"Commander Song! You are knowledgeable. Does Zhao Wei's martial skill have any weaknesses?" Ma Long shouted urgently.
Song Heguo had no idea.
There were thousands of martial skills passed down in the cultivation world; how could one person possibly know them all?
Therefore, he barely acknowledged Ma Long and turned to shout at Han Lang, who was still refining the Nine Flames Lihuo Needles, "Han Lang! Are you done yet? We can't hold on much longer!"
At the same time, seeing Zhao Wei's hand seal nearing completion, Tang Geng unhesitatingly sent a flying sword straight at Zhao Wei.
He intended to interrupt Zhao Wei's casting.
As the sword tip approached, Zhao Wei's face remained impassive, even showing a hint of disdain.
"Hmph! A mere trick!"
Just as the sword tip was about to pierce his head, he reached out and grabbed the blade with his hand, then squeezed.
"Boo!"
He was truly proud of the new recruits he had brought in this year.
Whether it was Tang Geng, who had just distinguished himself, or Tang Qin and Ma Long, who were slightly less outstanding, or even the more brilliant Han Lang, they were all rare talents, once in a millennium.
They were pillars of the nation.
Even the fallen Zhao Wu was the same!
Thinking of Zhao Wu, Huang Yuhua felt a pang of sadness.
What a shame!
Before he could ponder further, Tang Geng said solemnly to everyone, "Everyone, the crisis is not over. We need to continue to fight. Don't rest on this temporary advantage!"
Tang Geng's clear mind and calm demeanor made everyone feel even more impressed.
Instantly, everyone stopped hesitating and unleashed their strongest killing moves against Zhao Wei.
Zhao Wei was also somewhat enraged at this moment.
He glared at Tang Geng and growled through gritted teeth, "You're seeking death!"
With that, he spread his arms wide, and a powerful energy radiated outwards from him.
The massive energy wave instantly blocked everyone's attacks.
Zhao Wei then flickered and moved directly towards Tang Geng, who had disrupted his plan.
In an instant, he was in front of Tang Geng.
Tang Geng was greatly alarmed and hurriedly maneuvered his flying sword to counterattack.
However, the difference in their strength was too vast.
As the flying sword returned, Zhao Wei grabbed its blade again and unhesitatingly thrust it directly towards Tang Geng's chest.
Tang Geng was stunned.
He had no room to resist at this moment.
This sword strike would surely pierce his chest, directly pierce his heart, and kill him on the spot.
Unwilling to perish like this, he struggled with all his might. Although the effect was minimal, he did not give up.
At this critical juncture.
Suddenly.
A lean figure flashed beside Zhao Wei, and then punched him hard in the abdomen.
Tang Geng focused and saw that it was Ma Long coming to his rescue.
He rejoiced, but at this moment, the tip of the sword in Zhao Wei's hand had almost touched his chest.
Just as he thought he was doomed, Ma Long's punch sent Zhao Wei's body flying back one position.
The flying sword, originally aimed at Tang Geng's heart, only grazed his armpit, drawing a thin line of blood before passing through.
Seizing this opportunity, Tang Geng rapidly retreated, creating a significant distance from Zhao Wei.
Having narrowly escaped death, he gasped for air, his heart pounding wildly.
"Damn it! That was close!"
Still shaken, Tang Geng stood at a safe distance from Zhao Wei, breathing heavily and trying to regain his composure.