PFC Chapter 228 Battle of Masters
Chapter 228 Battle of Masters
Yuan Qing hadn't expected these people to help her, and although they had other considerations, she appreciated their kindness.
Inside the main hall, the two sides clashed instantly. In an instant, the temple was filled with the glint of swords and the clash of various spells. Although the people brought by Xuan Cang Daoist were quite strong, those inside the hall were all top-tier experts, so they quickly found themselves at a disadvantage.
Upon seeing this, Daoist Xuancang cursed, "Useless!"
Si Xin heard his curses and felt miserable. He was only a Nascent Soul cultivator, how could he possibly win against a Nascent Soul stage expert?
He dared not complain openly. Although they were allies of Daoist Xuancang, they held no real power or influence in his eyes. To put it bluntly, if they dared to voice any objections, Daoist Xuancang would show them no mercy.
Seeing that his men were ineffective, Daoist Xuancang had no choice but to use his full strength himself. His cultivation was higher than everyone present, and even if they all attacked together, he wasn't without a chance of winning. It should be understood that even a slight difference in cultivation level is a chasm that is difficult for others to overcome.
He swiftly formed hand seals, and a beam of black light shot from his hands, colliding with True Person Yan Hua's fire elemental power. Instantly, a powerful shockwave spread out, causing those around to be thrown backward by the force.
The two exchanged blows in the air, engaging in a fierce battle. True Immortal Yan Hua, being weaker than Daoist Xuan Cang, quickly found himself struggling.
Seeing this, Master Lingxu and Master Yuanhong quickly dealt with their opponents and rushed to help. With their assistance, the situation returned to a controllable state.
"Do you really want to be my enemy? If I'm not mistaken, you were enemies before we arrived." Xuan Cang Daoist took a moment to speak, trying to persuade Yan Hua Zhenren and the others to give up their fight against him.
The group remained unmoved and continued their offensive without diminishing.
The fireball in front of Master Yan Hua flew towards Daoist Xuan Cang like a meteor, instantly engulfing him in a sea of fire. However, Daoist Xuan Cang remained calm and composed, rapidly moving his hands to unleash his martial arts technique.
A cloud of black mist surged from his body, engulfing the incoming fireballs one by one. This black mist seemed to contain endless resentment, and wherever it went, the air became filthy.
Seeing this, True Man Lingxu erected a spiritual energy barrier in front of True Man Yanhua, blocking the black mist. At the same time, he manipulated the surrounding spiritual energy, forming sharp spiritual energy blades that shot towards Daoist Xuancang.
Xuan Cang Daoist sneered, his figure flashing as he dodged the attack of the spiritual energy blades like a ghost. His speed was extremely fast, leaving behind a series of afterimages in the air, dazzling to all who beheld him.
Taking advantage of this gap, Master Yuan Hong activated his cultivation technique, gathering the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to envelop the black mist and gradually devour it.
Xuancang Daoist spun around in mid-air and charged towards Yuan Hong Zhenren. The moment he approached Yuan Hong Zhenren, he suddenly stretched out his hands, which transformed into a pair of black claws, carrying a sharp gust of wind, and grabbed at Yuan Hong Zhenren's chest.
Master Yuan Hong remained calm and composed, conjuring a sturdy spiritual energy shield in front of him to block the attack. With a loud clang, the sound of metal clashing resounded throughout the entire temple, and the powerful shockwave caused cracks to appear in the surrounding ground.
Seeing this, True Man Yan Hua and True Man Ling Xu immediately attacked from both sides. True Man Yan Hua unleashed an even more powerful fire spell, attacking Daoist Xuan Cang, while True Man Ling Xu manipulated spiritual power to weave an invisible net in the sea of fire, attempting to trap Daoist Xuan Cang.
Despite being caught in the crossfire of the sea of fire and the net of spiritual energy, Daoist Xuancang showed no fear. He used all his skills to move freely through the fire while constantly waving his hands to use black mist to resist the constraints of the net of spiritual energy.
In an instant, the entire temple was illuminated by magical light as if it were daytime. The battle grew increasingly fierce, with both sides unleashing their most powerful abilities, neither willing to yield an inch.
Master Yan Hua, Master Ling Xu, and Master Yuan Hong worked in perfect harmony, their spells echoing each other to form a powerful combined force. Meanwhile, Daoist Xuan Cang, relying on his peak Nascent Soul stage strength and the unpredictability of his evil techniques, was in no way at a disadvantage.
However, as the battle continued, Xuancang Daoist gradually felt his strength waning. Looking at the three formidable opponents before him, an unprecedented killing intent surged within him.
He suddenly turned around and grabbed the nearest follower. The man stared in horror, trying to struggle but finding himself completely immobilized.
Xuan Cang Daoist muttered incantations as he tightly gripped the man's neck with both hands. A surge of black gas erupted from his hands, instantly enveloping the man.
Immediately afterwards, everyone saw the man's body shrivel up at a visible speed, and his cultivation level poured into Xuan Cang Daoist's body like a flood breaking through a dam.
Following the same method, Xuancang Daoist quickly captured several more followers and frantically absorbed their cultivation. As his cultivation grew stronger, his aura became increasingly terrifying, emanating a chillingly evil aura, like a demon from hell.
When Yan Hua Zhenren, Ling Xu Zhenren, and Yuan Hong Zhenren saw this scene, they were greatly shocked.
They tried to stop him, but found they couldn't get close at all. At this moment, Xuancang Daoist was shrouded in a thick layer of black mist, and any attack that approached him would be easily neutralized by this black mist.
After absorbing the cultivation power of many people, Xuancang Daoist's strength was greatly enhanced. He let out a maniacal laugh and charged towards Yan Hua Zhenren and the other two, instantly arriving in front of Yan Hua Zhenren.
Before Yan Hua Zhenren could react, he was punched in the chest, sent flying backward and crashing heavily into a pillar of the temple, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Upon seeing this, Master Lingxu and Master Yuanhong immediately joined forces to attack Daoist Xuancang. The latter neither dodged nor evaded, but charged directly at their attacks.
He moved his hands rapidly, and black mist, like two giant black dragons, rushed straight towards the two. Under the impact of the powerful force, even Lingxu Zhenren and Yuanhong Zhenren gradually became unable to resist.
Xuancang Daoist seized the opportunity, condensing a massive black energy sphere and forcefully pushing it towards Lingxu Zhenren and Yuanhong Zhenren. This black energy sphere contained terrifying power, tearing black cracks in space wherever it went.
Lingxu Zhenren and Yuanhong Zhenren were completely unable to resist this power. They were hit by the black energy ball, flew out, and crashed heavily to the ground, losing their ability to fight.
Xuancang Daoist stood in the center of the hall, glanced at the three people lying on the ground, a smug smile on his face, and then roared to the sky, "No one can stop me!"
After laughing, he looked at Yuan Qing, who was lying on the ground with a calm expression, and said, "Since you refuse to talk, then become my furnace!"
After saying that, he spread his five fingers into an arc and reached out to grab Yuan Qingtian's head.
Yuan Qing knew she had no way to escape, so she closed her eyes and awaited death. Tears streamed down her face. At this moment, hatred no longer mattered; she only regretted not being able to see her husband and daughter.