Chapter 1379: Chapter 76: Three Voids, Three Sonic Thunders, and the Stormcloud Three-Pronged Fork (2)
Rong Junzhong was completely unmoved. Above his head suddenly burst forth a white light, within which a cloud of smoke appeared, resembling a human palm. On closer inspection, it was actually a small three-fingered fork. With a thought, it swiftly flew out to heavily clash with the Array Breaking Cone, and immediately there was a crisp clanging sound that echoed for a long time.
Sect Leader Qiao’s expression tightened slightly upon seeing this item appear.
The Xuanyue Sect’s "Three Extensive Collection Skills" included three transformations: Mountain Transformation, Cloud Transformation, and Earth Transformation. When cultivated to a profound state, they could be transformed at will, making them unpredictable to adversaries.
This three-fingered fork was so refined by Rong Junzhong’s Sacrificial Refinement Ruyi that it could change at will with his cultivation technique. During the last battle of magical duel, the three elders of Zhongtai were unable to respond in time and were killed before they could truly display their skills. Rong Junzhong had expended barely any Mana, otherwise, he could have at least fought to a draw.
When Du Shixun saw the three-fingered fork coming, he raised his Divine Weapon to deflect it, but suddenly felt a heaviness in his hand. It was as if he was not catching a flying fork, but a mountain, causing him to stagger forward. However, he remained calm, and with a grunt, sought to stabilize himself.
At this moment, the three-fingered fork suddenly turned into a wisp of light smoke and flew away, while the cone tip became lighter.
Just as he was exerting force, the front became empty, causing him to lean backward.
The wisp of cloud took advantage of this opportunity, circling around him dozens of times in an instant and then contracting inwards to bind him tightly.
He suddenly roared, shook his shoulders, and his body rapidly grew taller, reaching a height of thirty meters, instantly bursting the Cloud Rope that bound him.
Rong Junzhong’s expression did not change, and under the guidance of his mind, the Flying Fork struck down like a fierce storm around Du Shixun. It continually transformed, at times pressing down like Mang Mountain, other times like Hundred-refined Silk, or like Earth Splitting and Mountain Collapse. At its fiercest, it changed more than twenty times in the blink of an eye.
Those watching below were filled with fear, cold sweat streaming down their faces. This kind of fierce offensive, a slight mistake, and they would be destined to defeat and death. Despite their fear, they also marveled, for Du Shixun, truly worthy of a Power Dao practitioner, with his body of strong iron bones and protected by Treasure Armor, could withstand repeated hits with seemingly no harm. If it were any of them, they would not have held on long.
Although Du Shixun was unafraid, each time he tried to take advantage of forming an exchange and get close to Rong Junzhong, the Flying Fork would hit him back. Now the distance between them was growing.
By this point, he was becoming increasingly impatient. He retracted the Array Breaking Cone behind him, activated his spiritual mechanism, and a wisp of Divine Light shot out from his eyes.
With his eyes capable of seeing through the truth of spiritual mechanisms, he saw through all the changes within the three-fingered fork. Finding a gap, he threw a punch, and with a thunderous roar, dispersed the cloud smoke still in flux. Then he strode forward, transforming into a roaring torrent of red flame rushing towards Rong Junzhong’s position.
Elder Yan snorted and shook his head, saying, "Rash youngster, your body is of steel and iron, even if you get wounded a few times, so what? Save your useful Divine Skills for the critical moment to turn defeat into victory. You shouldn’t have used it so prematurely."
Rong Junzhong’s eyes slightly narrowed. A Power Dao practitioner’s Qi Mechanism is usually far less enduring than those of us who tread the Qi Path. He intended to use the ingenious transformations of his Dharma Treasure to trap and exhaust his opponent’s Mana before finding an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow. However, Du Shixun could see through the changes, so he had to adopt a different strategy.
With his mind turning quickly, he devised a countermeasure. Pointing his fingers forward, he unleashed several Shock Character Techniques, sparing no Mana.
Du Shixun had no suitable response to these transformations and could only take them head-on. However, these few strikes came with exceptional intensity, forcing him to retreat continuously. When he finally stopped, he found himself several miles away.
Rong Junzhong waved his sleeve, and a black-furred Spiritual Monkey leaped out from within.
The monkey was exceptionally agile, and with a few jumps, it reached Du Shixun and began scratching at his face.
Du Shixun swung his cone repeatedly, trying to drive it away, but time and again, the monkey evaded easily. Whenever he ignored it, it would claw at his eyes and face or wrap around his legs and waist.
Becoming impatient, Du Shixun silently recited a Heart Mantra, suddenly clenched his fist, and there was a crackling explosion in mid-air. The Spiritual Monkey’s body shuddered, bleeding from its seven orifices, and froze. With another sweep of his cone, it was smashed to a pulp with a bang.
Rong Junzhong remained unfazed. Taking advantage of the opportunity, he pointed, and the Flying Fork ascended high into the sky. Chanting a spell, it transformed into clusters of clouds, which slowly rotated and piled layer upon layer. Before long, it had become a towering mountain reaching into the clouds. With a flip of his hand, it came crashing down.
This mountain covered an area of fifty kilometers in all directions. As it pressed down, even the sky darkened.
Du Shixun looked around, realizing the surrounding mountains were all Xuanyue’s domain, and Rong Junzhong firmly guarded the path for tunneling out, leaving him with no escape.
He looked up, utterly unafraid, and suddenly gave a fierce shout. With a shake of his body, he grew again, reaching a height of fifty meters. Planting his feet firmly on the ground and raising his hands, he caught the cloud mountain with a boom. His knees bent slightly as his body sank lower momentarily.
Just as he intended to lift it away, Rong Junzhong extended his hand, and suddenly a Jade Hammer flew to his back with great speed, too quick for him to raise his Divine Weapon to block. Relying on his solid body, he braced his shoulder, and with a bang, grimaced as his shoulder armor shattered, his massive frame swaying.
Rong Junzhong observed and shook his head, saying, "Daoist Du, why do you struggle so desperately? Do you not know that your father, Qiao Huanjuan, and your mother, Zhao Ru, have already begotten a five-year-old Lin’er, destined to succeed as Sect Leader? Sending you to your death here for Zhongtai, isn’t it unworthy?"
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