Global Abyss: My Skills Can Enhance Infinitely

"Everything is normal; they all took pigeons from Bright Summit when they left, and several factions have already reached agreements,"

Yang Xiao scurried through the secret passage to report in person, which made Shi Zuoshi pull a long face, feeling as if his role had been usurped.

Besides Yang Xiao, the stand-in Sect Hierarch Zhang Wuji and Xiao Zhao were also present, and they hadn’t followed the six major factions when they set off.

After all, he was now the Hierarch of the Ming Cult, and he had responsibilities to shoulder.

Tao Yu had already learned from Shi Zuoshi that Zhang Wuji dealt with various sect affairs every day.

Fortunately, with Xiao Zhao by his side, it wasn’t too distressing.

"From Zhao Min’s words, we know that the experts of Tujue are far superior to those in our world, and their power structure is higher, so let’s continue to focus on defense and caution. Once I have resolved the Titan issue, I will bring people over to support; I’ll visit in person then,"

Tao Yu also gave some instructions to Yang Xiao and Shi Zuoshi, mainly focusing on intelligence gathering. Explore more adventures at empire

’Martial Sovereign’ Bi Xuan was merely a War God of the Eastern Tujue, and the number of skilled martial artists the Tujue could boast was quite limited—the population base disparity was simply too great.

Given the capabilities of the Great Tang world, Tao Yu felt his special effects and art style would be more prominent. He would definitely be a formidable expert if he went there, but his exact level would probably only be known after actually fighting.

The most memorable impression in Tao Yu’s mind from the Legend of the Double Dragons of the Great Tang was when Dugu Ba casually stepped eight zhang in the snow while abducting Shen Luoyan. Judging purely by lightness skills for travel, he was now at about that level.

Even though Dugu Ba was one of the few top masters of the Dugu faction, capable of subduing Shen Luoyan within a few moves and considered a top expert in Great Tang, Tao Yu thought he should still be much stronger than that despicable lecher.

Empress Yin’s Jade Annihilation, which could cover a football field, also seemed a bit exaggerated.

Shi Zhixuan, on the other hand, managed to escape from such an attack with mere injuries, making Tao Yu feel that he would probably need his Inherent Time Control combined with shadow-jumping to do the same.

But fortunately, he didn’t need to worry too much about that situation for the time being, as everyone had their own messes to deal with.

"Wuji."

"Tao, please speak." n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Zhang Wuji remained very open-minded, even though he was now the Sect Hierarch; in general, he still preferred to take life as it came.

"You are now the most powerful person in the Central Plains Martial World, but remember, do not engage needlessly with the experts of Tujue. Just protect Bright Summit, that’s all."

"Alright, I will not leave. The life here is actually quite nice."

Zhang Wuji actually preferred tranquility. In the original story, he was always like a duck being forced to perch, preferring to stay in one place for an extended time since the Ice and Fire Island episode.

Wudang Mountain, Butterfly Valley, Zhu Changling’s home, under the cliff—all these places were the same; staying in Bright Summit really put no pressure on him at all.

"Then that settles it, I’ll be going now."

"Farewell, Sect Hierarch!"

"Tao, may the wind be at your back."

"Young Master Tao, may the wind be at your back."

The several people who saw him off, as well as others stationed at Bright Summit, were astounded as they watched Tao Yu assemble his folding flying machine.

The large DJI had a large cage attached below, which looked somewhat comical, but it was functional, after all.

Sitting inside, Tao Yu started the buzzing flying vehicle and then headed straight in the direction of the Central Plains.

With two spare batteries, he had enough range…

The onlookers at Bright Summit, as well as those in the defense, were left stunned by the sight of Tao Yu flying away.

No matter how ugly the flying machine was, in their eyes, it was still flight.

"Young Master, Young Master Tao can really fly," Xiao Zhao said with excitement, full of liveliness.

Beside her, Zhang Wuji also showed a hint of emotion,

"Yes, Tao always brings new surprises every time…"

...

Xiangyang, a stronghold guarding the gateway of the Southern Song, had been actively responding ever since the armies of the plains had withdrawn and rumors of the Titans had spread.

With food transported from the south, the refugees that came were put to work, digging various traps to contend with the Titans.

The nearby forests had been nearly cleared of trees.

As the dry season of the Yellow River began and the Titans gradually moved southward, more specific intelligence concerning the Titans continued to arrive.

The weaknesses of the Titans had been communicated to them by the people of the Training Corps.

Yet even so, after the martial arts conference, Guo Jing personally led several attempts to repel the enemy north of Xiangyang City, all ending in failure.

Although they managed to eliminate many Titans, delaying their advance somewhat, they could not be stopped.

The creatures knew no fatigue, marching day and night, and were simply too troublesome.

The only option was to shelter the refugees nearby as much as possible and then escort them southward.

However, fortunately, while the imperial court did not send much military support, for the time being, a steady supply of stored grain continued to arrive in Xiangyang, preventing a food shortage.

With the arrival and entrapment-based killing of the first Titan outside Xiangyang City, the spirited defense of Xiangyang officially began!

The height of the Titans, over ten meters tall, already surpassed the walls of Xiangyang City. The bizarre smiles and idiotic expressions on the Titans’ faces, even when viewed from afar atop the city walls, were enough to unnerve any onlooker...

"Thank you, valiant warriors, for your heroic support!"

Guo Jing stood atop the towering walls of Xiangyang City, more than thirty feet high, and expressed his gratitude to the masters of the six major factions led by Zhao Min with a bow.

Now, Guo Jing’s demeanor had grown much more composed; hunting the Titans to the north caused him to break through consecutively, and simply standing there, he exuded a substantial presence.