Passion was a kind of emotion with an infectious power.

Tang Jie didn’t know how much of his ambition to contend against nine people all on his own came from his own confidence and how much of it came from Wang Juemie, but he did know that the sight of Wang Juemie majestically battling against the three elders truly had given him ideas.

It was a yearning and desire for that sort of reckless battle.

Could he do it?

He didn’t know.

But he wanted to try.

They were both body refiners, so what Wang Juemie could do, he should be able to do as well. At certain times in one’s life, one had to think less and just go.

Thus, at that moment, standing in the forest and facing nine Seven Absolutions Sect disciples, Tang Jie didn’t use any sort of scheme. He simply decided to battle to his heart’s content.

Battle to the end!

After saying that he was going to fight one versus nine, Tang Jie threw his head back and howled, and then he charged forward.

His opponents were shocked and infuriated that he dared to charge at them all by himself, and they unleashed various spell arts at him.

Tang Jie’s body flashed with light as he activated the Aquagel Shroud and Formless Golden Body. At the same time, he chopped the Heartbreak Saber at a Seven Absolutions Sect disciple.

The disciple’s barrier flashed as the Heartbreak Saber impacted against it. At the same time, Tang Jie was struck by the numerous spell arts.

The two sides exchanged blows, and shockingly, Tang Jie was completely unaffected after taking attacks from nine people. On the other hand, the Seven Absolutions Sect disciple who Tang Jie had hacked at had his barrier go out and was sent flying.

The secret arts of the Divine Firmament Sword Classic finally began to reveal their power. After eight years of bitter cultivation, Tang Jie had truly grasped the secrets of the Formless Golden Body, and it was no longer so easily undone.

After this successful strike, Tang Jie pursued, seeking to heavily wound this disciple so that Yiyi could seize him.

“Stop him!” someone shouted.

Several disciples rushed at him.

Tang Jie lightly turned around and disappeared. He appeared at the other end, right in time for that student he had knocked away to land. He thrust his palm at his chest, and spiritual energy erupted. The disciple threw up blood and tumbled to the ground, and vines immediately sprouted out and dragged him into the earth. Yiyi was like a little bee, making sure to gather every bit of pollen.

“He’s got someone down there! This isn’t one versus nine at all!” A disciple angrily cursed.

“That’s the sprite he’s raised!” a disciple who knew about Tang Jie said. He added, “It should be considered part of his strength, so he really is taking us all on his own.”

“Shut up!” the earlier disciple cursed—truly, talking about what shouldn’t be talked about and not talking about what should be talked about.

It was Mu Yi who said, “Save the chatter! His Forml…

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Honestly, the Seven Absolutions Sect disciples would be nothing without Mu Yi around.