Perfection Cultivators in the Purple Mansion Realm have begun to touch upon a thread of the aning behind the rules. Although they can’t alter heaven and earth with a single thought like a Nascent Soul Ancestor, with just a thought, they can harness the natural forces of the world to create a grand oppressive force, appearing to be on a different level than ordinary Purple Mansion Cultivators.
Elder Qin Fang of the Qin Family is also newly advanced to the Purple Mansion Realm, but facing Master Baoxu, who is at the Purple Mansion Great Perfection level, the Supre Elder of the Golden Palace Sect completely dares not compete with his brilliance, showcasing the disparity in their levels.
Faced with the terrifying threat of Master Baoxu, Zheng Yi’s usually calm expression revealed a rare change, silent for a mont, giving an impression of pondering, yet when he raised his head, a hint of coldness erged in his eyes.
"Nether River, stop them..."
Zheng Yi did not answer, but he provided the most genuine response.
He paid no attention to Master Baoxu, nor showed any emotion. Instead, he sneered, and rapidly ford a spell with both hands, sending out a sword light that fiercely aid straight at the Qin Family Ancestor.
This has already given the best answer to the opponent!
Zheng Yi’s decision could be considered incredibly audacious; even Elder Qin Fang did not anticipate Zheng Yi would be so resolute, daring to attack in front of Master Baoxu and his associates.
Only when the Sword Qi arrived in front did he abruptly lift his head, reacting.
"You damned brat!"
The skies turned turbulent, as a chilling gleam flashed in Master Baoxu’s eyes, the terrifying pressure of his Divine Soul enveloped the scene. As the Supre Elder of the Golden Palace Sect, he holds a very high status within the sect, even the Sect Leader takes his opinions seriously.
It was unexpected that just a young junior would dare ignore his goodwill, intending to act against Elder Qin of the Qin Family right under his nose.
The saying goes, even kicking a dog requires considering its master.
As a protector under the Golden Palace Sect, having soone attempt to harm your subordinate right in front of you is really tantamount to disregarding your presence, provoking Master Baoxu’s fury with such arrogant behavior.
"Die!"
Master Baoxu’s elderly face shifted to beco colder, he didn’t even move, but with a command, two Purple Mansion Cultivators on his sides suddenly erupted with their full aura, their Magical Power surging out and transforming into a long spear and a huge sword, suddenly hacking down from the sky.
Being a top-tier sect renowned for Artifact Refining, disciples under the Golden Palace Sect are equally skilled, let alone the Purple Mansion Cultivators.
Their Magical Artifacts are top grade and imnsely powerful. Upon release, the long spear emitted a brilliant blade light, slashing directly at Nether River Daoist ahead.
Simultaneously, that gigantic sword also unleashed its power, coordinating its attack with the long spear.
"Blood River to the sky!"
Nether River Daoist stood in the void, laughing wildly, without the slightest sense of fatal threat, his long blood-red hair surging, with an aura that seed to exude blood from his brow, resembling a Great Demon of the Blood River of his generation.
The fierce suppression from the long spear and gigantic sword whipped his blood-red robe as if about to strike the next second to completely destroy him and annihilate all life.
However, Nether River Daoist remained unfazed, changing the spells with his hands, a red light rose from between his palms, growing with the wind, transforming into a blood-red river, standing in the void, cutting through the heavens and earth.
"Children, enough of the killing and fighting! Quickly return ho, transform into blood, rge into the Blood River to assist !"
Following a great shout from Nether River Daoist, suddenly, a whistling sound resonated across the sky, as the Four Great Demon Generals of the Asura Race—Indra, Vishnu, Rutolo, Ghost Mother—letting out roars, directly turned into blood light and soared up, rging into the river spanning across the sky.
Following were three hundred Asuras, all turning into blood light, rging into the vast stretch of Blood River across more than half the space.
With the energy of the entire Asura Race rged, this Blood River’s energy skyrocketed, instantly doubling in size.
The rolling river flowed, seeming illusory yet faintly substantial, like an ancient blood river crossing through ti and space, emitting a surging resonating sound of flowing river, in an instant, flooding the entire world with the roar of river impacting dikes.
The formidable Blood River possesses an indescribable almighty power, containing corrosive forces seemingly from the Netherworld, capable of transforming all into blood, directly suppressing the long spear and gigantic sword with strong devouring power, even with the two Purple Mansion Cultivators pushing hard, struggling to escape from it within the mont.
While Nether River Daoist laughed madly and oppressed two with the Blood River power, on the other side, Zheng Yi was swiftly pursuing Elder Qin Fang of the Qin Family.
Since both sides have irreconcilable enmity, Zheng Yi wouldn’t hold back, and surely wouldn’t naively trust Master Baoxu’s promises.
He only knows one thing: strike while the iron is hot; to seize the chance to eliminate the Qin Family Ancestor is better than waiting for the four Purple Mansion powers to assemble and hunt him down all over heaven and earth.
Nether Daoist is not an ordinary cultivator but a Blood River incarnation, not so easy to kill.
As long as it can temporarily bind Master Baoxu’s group, it can provide Zheng Yi the opportunity to kill Qin Family Ancestor Qin Fang in one fell swoop, eliminating this major hidden threat.
After all, the old thing has long been heavily wounded, and Zheng Yi is not an ordinary Purple Mansion Cultivator. His Small Five Elents Yin Yang Daoist Embryo Constitution allows him to control the Five Elents Particle Storm, wielding the power of Yin Yang Qi, achieving invincibility in Innate Combat Technique, making the demise of the downcast Elder Qin a matter of no consequence.
Ti is pressing, Master Baoxu remains a major heartache; Zheng Yi has little ti and must act swiftly, needing to thoroughly eliminate this trouble from both physical and soul aspects to completely resolve it.
Splatter!
Thus far, after Celestial Reincarnation and Fetal Transformation and Shape-shifting, Zheng Yi has never fully unleashed his true combat power.
This crisis prompted his powerful Small Five Elents Yin Yang Daoist Embryo Constitution to activate, at once manifesting an enormous form of mingling Yin Yang Qi in the heavens, directly confronting Elder Qin’s attack amidst his incredulous gaze, controlling the opponent.
Simultaneously, a vague Chaos Gourd surface intermittently, embellishnts of the Eighteen Layers of Hell vividly appearing, endless ghosts roaring, bursting from the expansive dark shadow as if pulling him into the Nine Netherworld Hell.
Elder Qin’s Heart Spirit quakes, alarms ringing in his heart, sensed the life-and-death crisis.
His eyes flashed with terror, his eyes bulging, knowing that failing this strike ans death, he roared angrily, forming a massive fla behind him, the flas transforming circle upon circle at his feet, creating a large array foundation, the brilliant flas, like sun rings fiercely guarding him at the center.
Yin Yang Qi collided with firelight, a furious Five Elents Particle Storm instantly ensued, almost turning the surrounding space into chaos.
Elder Qin Fang mumbled softly but light glead strongly from his eyes, his external fla halo warped and twisted, clutched firmly in control.
"Playing Array around , you’re showing off your limited skills..."
Seeing this scene, Zheng Yi didn’t panic, rely replied coldly with a laugh.
He pointed a finger, imdiately, the Chaos Gourd in front wavered a circle.
Nurous Sword Qi soared to the sky, forming a vast Small Five Elents Suru Sword Array, the invisible Body-Breaking Sword Qi soared heavenward, letting out a deafening Sword Chant.
These silvery Sword Intents clanged, seemingly substantive, strand by strand as fine as cow hair yet more dazzling, leaping madly, as if possessing Spirituality, weaving through the fla array gaps surrounding Elder Qin, instantly dismbering him.
Lines of Sword Qi pierced through the openings around his fla Divine Ring, instantly dismantling it.
"You possess Divine Fire, I too have a Divine Fire, why not savor it..."
In Elder Qin Fang’s shocked to the extre gaze, Zheng Yi flicked his finger and a most illustrious golden fla ca forth.
The golden fla shone like gold, but burned most regally in purple Qi around its outermost edges, rging into one with the purple-golden hues.
Elder Qin’s heart surged with warning signals, perceiving a death threat, straining to perform defensive spells, yet at this mont his surroundings were flooded by Yin Yang Qi, packed with Five Elents Particle Storm, further shredded into pieces by the Sword Qi Storm, leaving him without power to retaliate.
In that instant, the mysterious purple-golden Nine Netherworld Soul Slaying Fire fell in front of him, like a stream it infiltrated his heart.
Boom!
A resounding boom, aiming to stir the Qin Family, struggling for a hundred years to finally breakthrough to the Purple Mansion Realm, the entirety of Elder Qin Fang’s Magical Power was obliterated. Without even a scream, he was consud in flas, raging brightly, turning into a torch.
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