"Kill!"
Qinchuan snorted coldly, his aura surged as his body burst forth with dazzling divine light, mist rising. Innate True Qi gushed out from his body, revealing his Innate Body, flawless as white jade, his Physical Body sparkling clear, without a single imperfection.
A terrifying burst of Innate Qi exploded from his entire being, tumultuous and wild. With one hand, he formed a fist. Infinite Innate True Qi poured into the Fist Shadows, like a small mountain, smashing towards the Formation’s critical point.
Ling Xian’er, Ji Huo’er, and Ding Hao were in perfect sync. Seeing this, they erupted simultaneously, following behind Qinchuan, their momentum like a rainbow, Divine Skills bursting forth, attacking the Great Formation.
"Attack the intersection of the eight pillars and ten gates!" Suddenly, Qinchuan let out a loud shout.
"Xian’er girl, attack the southeastern part of the Great Formation, at the nine-hundred-meter mark of the Mysterious Fire Pillar with all your might, but be cautious when approaching within a hundred meters of the Mysterious Fire Pillar. It will erupt with Innate Mysterious Fire, capable of incinerating the Spirit. Remember to guard your Divine Sense, and do not let the Mysterious Fire contaminate you!"
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Qinchuan shattered countless Red Swords of blazing flame with one punch while simultaneously directing the others.
Qinchuan’s aura was abundant, he proceeded methodically, showing no sign of panic.
Ling Xian’er, Ji Huo’er, and Ding Hao heard his words and didn’t hesitate. They transformed into a Divine Rainbow and shot towards the Formation’s critical point that Qinchuan had indicated.
Xiao Changfeng, Xiao Fengyu, Ye Ruyu, and the other five only paused for a half-breath before immediately acting according to Qinchuan’s words.
At this moment, the Netherworld Saintess, who stood proudly on the shoulders of the Titan Ancestral Tribe, witnessed the actions of the eight figures and her expression suddenly changed, her eyes sparkling.
"How is this possible?"
"How can he see through the flaws in my Great Formation?"
Beneath the veil of the Netherworld Saintess, her fine cheeks were covered in frost, her eyes filled with disbelief.
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"This Killing Formation has one hundred thousand variations, so changeable; how did he discern that single lifeline out of one hundred thousand possibilities?"
"Could it be a coincidence?"
"Heavenly Dao has fifty, but one escapes," signifying that even the Heavenly Dao leaves a sliver of opportunity.
Even the Heavenly Dao possesses a strand of vitality, let alone Formations beneath it. No matter how formidable a Formation, there is always a sliver of vitality.
However, that sliver is so faint, she couldn’t understand how Qinchuan was able to see through the lifeline of this Great Formation.
But.
She knew that if she did not take action now, Qinchuan might indeed succeed in Breaking the Formation.
Because at that moment, Qinchuan’s aura swelled once more, his entire being like a War God, transformed into a beam of divine light, once again bombarding the Formation’s critical point.
"All-out effort to kill this child! Do not let him make his move!"
In the high sky, a sharp command rang out, followed by the sight of the Netherworld Saintess’s body floating like a jade, transformed into a bloodthirsty white lotus, lightly advancing. Two young members of the Titan Ancestral Tribe also stepped forth, entering into the Great Formation, their bodies vast. Like giants, they struck the ground and killed foward together.
At the same time, countless disciples of the Netherworld Hall rushed toward Ling Xian’er and the others, trying to prevent them from Breaking the Formation.
Qinchuan’s eyes sparkled like electricity, his eyes turning blood-red with rampant and unrestrained murderous intent bursting forth.
"Swiftly!"
Qinchuan uttered crisply, spitting out two golden Spell tokens, which entered the statues of the giant mammoths and Chi Zhen.
The two statues came to life in response, Dao Magic invoked, Divine Skills erupted, holding back the two members of the Titan Ancestral Tribe.
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The four massive fierce beasts immediately entangled with each other, their fist shadows intersecting in a true clash of physical bodies, shaking the heavens and earth. Each punch held the power to turn the sky and split the ground, immensely terrifying.
Juhou and Chi Zhen were originally holding up the barrier, but when they were suddenly entangled by the Titan Ancestral Tribe, the barrier in the void that shimmered with light instantly lost half of its strength.
Without the protection of the barrier, the Red Sword immediately fell among the many martial artists who were originally hiding below.
Flames erupted, the ground split open, magma spewed out, and scenes akin to the end of the world reappeared.
In an instant, there were screams of agony and cries of panic, overlapping one another, and even voices blaming Qinchuan emerged.
"Qinchuan, why did you withdraw the statues!"
"You actually disregarded us..."
But before these people could finish their words, they were silenced by the slash of the Red Sword.
And the remaining martial artists under the other half of the barrier were looking towards Qinchuan in panic, afraid that Qinchuan would also withdraw the remaining two statues.
If that were to happen, they would surely die as well.
The Netherworld Saintess floated towards them, her aura soft, chilly, and beautifully continuous.
Only then did people realize that this Netherworld Saintess, who was rumored to be so miraculous, was only in the Ninth Layer Realm of Spirit Martial, far from breaking through the shackles of the rules as rumored and reaching the Late Stage of the Dao Palace Realm.
"Hmph, Qinchuan, no matter where you come from, you’ve blocked my path, you must die!"
Mists swirled around the Netherworld Saintess, obscuring her true figure; she emitted a faint fog, her presence overpowering like a hundred thousand heavy mountains pressing down on Qinchuan’s head, causing one’s heart to tremble with fear. Her jade-like hand was crystal clear as she struck with her palm.
"Heaven-Mending Palm!"
A dazzling palm imprint descended from the void and swiftly grew larger, the palm imprint turning into a mountain that fused with the multitude of Red Swords in the sky, igniting raging flames.
The mountain continued to grow until it blotted out the sun and concealed the sky, vast and mighty.
The Great Dao Principles and law intertwined, emitting a fearsome pressure so terrifying that even many martial artists in the distance suddenly paled.
"What kind of Mysterious Technique is this! Such a terrifying aura."
Everyone was shocked. The Netherworld Saintess’s palm strike was too powerful, and if one were to be hit by it, they would surely shatter into flesh and blood.
"Can Qinchuan withstand it?" The martial artists questioned in their hearts.
The next moment, Qinchuan’s figure surged, his fist sweeping forward in a mighty sweep, and the vast aura of the Great Dao waved out like a gigantic wave.
With a "boom," he shattered the Dharma Pattern that wrapped around the mountain. The waves surged heaven-high, and in an instant, the surrounding flames on the mountain were utterly extinguished by his Fist Shadow, revealing the crystal-clear, mountain-sized Palm Imprint.
Not only that, but his Fist Shadow transformed into a waterfall, covering the heavens and flooding the world in the boundless waves of Great Dao Principles. With relentless strikes against the Jade Mountain, it did not take long before the mountain peak shattered with a rumble.
The Netherworld Saintess witnessing her palm easily broken by Qinchuan, her expression slightly changed.
"Now I am more curious than ever, who exactly are you? That even my Heaven-Mending Palm can’t do anything to you?"
At the end of the endless waves, Qinchuan stood proudly, his green robes fluttering, his aura like a rainbow, arrogant over the Eight Desolates, his demeanor indifferent.
"A mere Heaven-Mending Palm, this son can break it with a flick of his finger. If you truly wish to deal with me, how can you do so without revealing some real skills?"
"Arrogant! Since you are so eager to die, then let me show you my true capabilities!" the Netherworld Saintess coldly snorted.
Her nine Prayer Beads floated up in her hands, revolving and rising and falling around her waist. The Prayer Beads were crystal clear and glinting, sprinkling divine light and transforming into jade disks, eventually hovering behind her head like nine moons, casting a sacred and profound divine light.
With her immortal bearing floating lightly, her aura sanctified, the Netherworld Saintess became in that moment like a moon palace’s saintess, sacred and mysterious.
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