Above, the clouds churned, and light flickered.
Ring after ring of visible gray waves of energy spread rapidly in all directions, accompanied by occasional thunderous explosions.
Two figures with powerful auras were engaged in a breathtaking clash.
One was a young male cultivator in his twenties, with handso features, dressed in a flowing black and white Daoist robe.
With ticulously crafted sky-blue cloud-walking shoes on his feet, the soles emitted a flowing water-like energy, allowing him to hover steadily in mid-air, executing various complex maneuvers.
In his left hand, he held a black magic sword, and in his right, a silver-white magic sword.
Amidst the rapid chanting of spells.
Black and white energies continuously spewed from the sword blades, converging and transforming into a blurred cloud of intermingling black and white, spreading toward the enemy.
The black and white cloud contained unfathomable vast energy.
Even from a distance, everyone could feel its strength, and if one were caught within, there would surely be nothing left.
However, the opponent of the black and white robe cultivator was not an easy foe.
His bald head glead, with thick eyebrows and large eyes, wearing yellow monk robes.
Underfoot were two bodhi-shaped flying magical artifacts emitting bright white light, allowing him to walk in the air, and he faced the black and white energies without a furrowed brow.
His ans of attack were a pair of fists, glowing with golden light.
On the surface of his fists, from ti to ti, various strange Buddhist symbols would appear.
Then these peculiar Buddhist symbols would leave his body one by one, rapidly enlarging in the air, radiating brilliant golden light.
Like invisible magical artifacts, they revolved around him, preventing the black and white cloud from advancing.
Even with enough strength to split the cloud and launch a counterattack on the enemy.
The commotion from their fight was considerable, yet it seed neither could overpower the other.
It was unclear whether their powers were truly evenly matched or if both were in the early stages of probing, without yet fully committing.
Below, Lou Yi and his group arrived at the scene, witnessing the confrontation between the two.
"From their aura, it’s clear they both possess the cultivation of the Fourth Layer of the Spirit Platform, and even within the Fourth Layer, they aren’t weak!" Qingluan Palace’s female cultivator Lu Ziyun exclaid in surprise.
The cultivation of the Fourth Layer of the Spirit Platform was considered upper-middle tier within the Abyss, only a step away from breaking through to the Fifth Layer and reaching the rank of Trench Patrol Envoy.
However, seeing his friends possibly in danger, Shen Ao couldn’t care less.
Shouting: "Brother Gao, don’t panic, I’ll help you!"
A banana-leaf shaped magical artifact appeared beneath his feet, flashing with green light, propelling him skyward.
anwhile, Shen Ao exerted his spiritual essence completely, making his skin emit a bright azure glow, with countless ancient symbols erging and fading.
At the sa ti, a dragon-head tortoise-shell-like Third Layer Spirit Platform slowly rose from his head, casting a thick curtain of light over him.
Making Shen Ao appear as divine as a deity.
"You bald donkey, take my punch!"
Shen Ao threw a ferocious punch, and a green beam as thick as an arm shot forth from his fist.
"Hmm?"
Facing Shen Ao’s full-force strike, the thick-browed monk dared not be careless.
Rapidly chanting in Sanskrit, he crossed his arms before him, hastily gathering nurous Buddhist symbols.
In the blink of an eye, a gold shield engraved with symbols ford.
’Bang!’
The green beam sotis surrounded by the phantom of a mysterious tortoise, moved so fast that even Foundation Establishnt cultivators struggled to see clearly.
It struck straight at the golden shield, emitting a fierce collision sound like the collapsing of mountains.
The thick-browed monk was knocked back a thousand feet before steadying himself, yet the golden shield before him remained intact.
Seeing this, Shen Ao’s pupils contracted.
His entire aura surged even further at its peak, firmly locking eyes with the monk.
"It’s rude not to reciprocate; try my move!"
The yellow-robed monk swung his dazzling golden fists rapidly forward.
Simultaneously, complex Buddhist symbols flew out one by one.
Finally coalescing into a giant golden symbol, the ’卍’ as large as a house, bearing down on Shen Ao’s head like a mountain ridge.
"Ah!"
Shen Ao roared loudly, as the dragon-head tortoise-shell-like azure Third Layer Spirit Platform shone brilliantly like a blue sun.
Eventually, it held the descending ’卍’ symbol at bay, and after a tense few breaths, it struggled to overthrow it, dispersing it back into a beam of light rging into the enemy’s body.
"Good!" Despite differing stances, the yellow-robed thick-browed monk couldn’t help but comnd Shen Ao.
"Gao Wenxuan, it seems your fortune has not run out today, you have such a strong body cultivator assisting you. Let’s settle this in another duel!"
"Even without my friend’s help, I can defeat you!" The black and white robe cultivator said coldly.
But after delivering his words, the thick-browed monk stepped on the two bodhis and ran into the void, without looking back.
The black and white robe cultivator snorted coldly.
Turning to Shen Ao, he showed a warm smile: "Brother Shen, you arrived just in ti.
Just now, that scoundrel was Jin Gang Sect’s prodigy Pantuo, known for imnse strength. Among the body cultivators of the sa age in the Central Continent, he ranks among the top, with few rivals.
Although I’m confident in defeating him, a real deadly fight would surely leave severely injured, with no benefits.
Fortunately, you scared him off.
Even though you’re not yet at the Fourth Layer of the Spirit Platform, you can contest with him, which really makes see you in a new light."
"Hey, Brother Gao overrates , the fellow hasn’t used his full strength yet." Shen Ao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, giving a bitter smile.
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