"Boom!"
With a thunderous sound, the essence of the farmer's three punches, transformed into sword intent, surged from the ground. Regardless of whether the opponent was a reincarnation of a true dragon or in the fourteenth realm, his form was forcefully lifted into the air. Lin Zhao's wrist flipped, and his sword, Liquan, instantly unleashed skills like Sweeping Through a Thousand Armies, Qiankun Yizhi, and Broken Sword Style. The damage dealt by the five immortal swords and twelve Great Desolate Ancient Swords was as much as they could muster. As Qi Lian Dao's body began to fall, a strike of "Qi Chong Dou Niu" repelled him dozens of meters.
"Swish!"
The moment Qi Chong Dou Niu was unleashed, Lin Zhao had already ignited a Speed Talisman. Suddenly, everything in the world seemed to freeze. He took the opportunity to retreat rapidly on his sword, quickly creating a distance of several hundred meters from Qi Lian Dao. After all, as a player encountering a boss of unknown rank, it was wise to be cautious. Otherwise, even a mere brush could result in instant death.
"What are you all hesitating for?!"
Old Daoist Wang let out a low growl. With a flick of his fingertip, flying swords shot out from his green gourd, landing with "puff puff puff" sounds in mid-air upon Qi Lian Dao's true dragon form. Immediately, streaks of dragon scales flipped and shattered, and golden blood splattered. Jing Chu, Ning Yuan Sheng, Fu Sheng, and Nan Qing Feng, all in the thirteenth realm, also unleashed sword qi and mystic arts, striking Qi Lian Dao one after another.
Long Dong Jun, his fist intent so dense it seemed to weigh down the air, moved swiftly and delivered a heavy punch that once again sent Qi Lian Dao flying into the air. Xie Yi Ying and Jing Chu, two sword immortals, followed up with over ten consecutive sword strikes, each hitting vital points. However, the physical strength of the true dragon body was simply too terrifying, and Qi Lian Dao remained injured but not dead.
"Xin'er!"
Qi Lian Dao was unable to unleash his full strength. After his soul and spirit were destroyed by the old Daoist, his power was less than half of what it should be. How could he possibly withstand the fierce onslaught of so many top-tier human cultivators? His body suspended in mid-air, he looked at Tan Xin, who was being held back by Lin Wan Hua, and cried out, "My soul and spirit are incomplete, save me..."
Tan Xin gritted her silver teeth, her eyes tinged with blood. She too was heavily injured, but without hesitation, she forcefully pushed aside Lin Wan Hua's dense sword intent and leaped towards Qi Lian Dao, her eyes filled with longing and grief. "Lian Dao, how can I help you?"
"Lend me a soul and a spirit. Qi Lian Dao swears to the heavens, I will never fail you!"
Qi Lian Dao was covered in blood, and with various attacks raining down on him, he was already defenseless.
"I'll do as you say!"
Tan Xin's face contorted, and she slammed her palm towards Long Dong Jun. Long Dong Jun, in return, unleashed the ninth form of the Nirvana Fist. With a tremendous "boom," the entire Nine Nether Dragon Court vibrated. Following that, Long Dong Jun was sent flying backward. Even a martial artist in the Rebirth Realm could not contend head-on with Tan Xin, who was at the late stage of the fourteenth realm.
"Xuan Shi, aid me!"
Tan Xin let out a low roar, her arms opening to embrace Qi Lian Dao. Behind her, the body of a wandering corpse separated from her. The wandering corpse let out a fierce cry, its form covered in intricate and dense ghost dao runes. It spread its arms to shield Tan Xin and Qi Lian Dao from all attacks. Instantly, its body was pierced by the old Daoist's flying sword. Then, one arm was severed by Xie Yi Ying's sword, and the other was crushed by Jing Chu's sword. It was a brutal sight.
In the wind, Qi Lian Dao watched as Tan Xin embraced him, feeling as though he had grasped a lifeline. He directly reached out, grabbed Tan Xin's head, and forcefully extracted and refined her soul and spirit. In the next moment, Qi Lian Dao's three souls and seven spirits were complete, his true dragon form instantly stabilized. When he looked at Tan Xin again, his eyes held a complex emotion. He pushed her away and said, "You should take care of yourself first."
With that, Qi Lian Dao turned, his true dragon form gradually receding into a long robe, returning to the appearance of a handsome human cultivator. However, he was now a terrifying cultivator in the fourteenth realm, on the verge of reaching the fifteenth.
"All of you, die!"
Qi Lian Dao ascended into the sky, his form accompanied by the apparition of a five-clawed golden dragon. He clenched his fists, his eyes filled with arrogance and ambition, and he laughed, "Come, come, let me see how powerful you peak Grand Cultivators are?!"
...
"Be careful!"
The old Daoist's expression was one of dread. At this moment, Qi Lian Dao's aura was too terrifying. Even the old Daoist's steady fourteenth-realm dao heart began to waver. He forcefully held his Mountain Traversing Staff across his chest. With a "sizzle," the scratched and mottled surface of the staff began to peel away, revealing its jade-like true body underneath. The old Daoist exerted all his strength, and with a "boom," the staff shattered into a sky full of debris.
A fourteenth-realm cultivator, at the cost of his innate artifact!
The old Daoist cupped his hands, gathering the shattered fragments of the Mountain Traversing Staff. They descended like a curtain of fine rain, forming a spherical barrier. He then launched it violently towards Qi Lian Dao in the air.
"Hmm?"
Qi Lian Dao narrowed his eyes. Among the group before him, the one he feared most was this old Daoist, who had meticulously planned and harbored such killing intent. For a moment, Qi Lian Dao also pushed his palms forward, the roaring true dragon manifesting behind him. A fierce inferno descended from the sky. On the ground, the cultivators of the upper five realms felt goosebumps erupt on their skin. In that instant, they all felt a premonition of death.
"What are you waiting for?!"
The old Daoist's expression was more serious than ever. He roared, "Attack together, or you will all perish!"
At that moment, Lin Wan Hua, Jing Chu, Xie Yi Ying, and others all pointed their blades towards the sky, channeling their sword intent upwards. As streaks of pure white sword qi shot into the sky, they merged into the old Daoist's offensive barrier, making the descending rain of debris even denser. Ning Yuan Sheng, Fu Sheng, Nan Qing Feng, and the other great demons also gritted their teeth and unleashed their most potent techniques towards the sky. In an instant, like a thousand rivers flowing into the sea, the old Daoist's Mountain Traversing Staff offensive seemed to encompass everything, transforming the power of the demons into his own.
"Kill!"
Long Dong Jun, already injured, let out a low roar, his fist intent surging. He rose and threw a punch towards the sky, imbuing the old Daoist's offensive barrier with the aura of a mountain peak martial artist's fist energy. Furthermore, Ran Qing, Cao Yan, and others from the Rainbow Skirt Realm also unleashed their techniques. In an instant, the descending rain in the sky turned into a torrential downpour, "puff puff puff" pouring down.
"A bunch of scoundrels!"
Qi Lian Dao gritted his teeth, his palms spread wide, unleashing true dragon flames. Fierce infernos descended from the sky, clashing with the old Daoist's curtain of rain. In an instant, the heavens and earth were filled with the ethereal aura of water and fire clashing. The very spirit of the Nine Nether Dragon Court seemed on the verge of exploding. Even Lin Zhao, watching from afar, frowned, his health bar dropping rapidly. The immense pressure of the Great Dao alone was almost unbearable.
"Pfft..."
Among the crowd, several cultivators in the eleventh realm from the Rainbow Skirt Realm coughed up blood. This confrontation of heavenly principles had clearly exceeded their limits. Following that, Chen Mengjun and other human cultivators also began to bleed from the corners of their mouths. The demons, with their physically strong bodies, only looked pale, their eleventh-realm cultivators not yet injured.
The old Daoist stood proudly in the wind, his right index and middle fingers together, pressing against the dome of the descending rain barrier. His immortal bearing was evident. He bore the brunt of the attack, naturally receiving more of the true dragon inferno. Sweat poured down his body, and even his two fingers trembled and contorted. The reincarnation of the true dragon predicament had finally come to pass, and he was the one bearing the greatest pressure of this heavenly descent.
In the wind, Qi Lian Dao also endured the baptism of the descending rain. Countless drops fell upside down, each containing the old Daoist Wang's military killing intent, the sword qi of Lin Wan Hua, Jing Chu, Xie Yi Ying, and others, as well as the demonic power of Ning Yuan Sheng, Fu Sheng, Nan Qing Feng, and the others. Even the fist energy of Long Dong Jun and the attacks of the Rainbow Skirt Realm cultivators were present. Thus, with each drop of rain that fell, it hit Qi Lian Dao's skin with a "sizzle," relentlessly eroding his body.
To some extent, a balance had been struck between both sides.
...
Lin Zhao stood on a gray, ominous stone spike, frowning as he watched in the distance. Tan Xin, whose soul and spirit had been absorbed by Qi Lian Dao, cradled her head and knelt there, wailing incessantly, rendered unable to fight for the time being. Of everyone present, it seemed only he still had the strength to fight. Although he was just a player, there were still things he could do, especially since he was different from ordinary players.
Reverse!
He stepped onto his flying sword, Red Leaf, channeling all his strength to fly past the inside of Old Daoist Wang's Mountain Traversing Staff barrier. The closer he got to the core of the battlefield, the more unbearable it became for Lin Zhao. His health bar dropped rapidly, forcing him to rely on drinking health potions just to hold on. Finally, he arrived behind the old Daoist.
"Lin Zhao!"
Lin Wan Hua exclaimed in surprise, unsure of his intentions.
"Lin Zhao..."
Chen Mengjun also whispered his name. From beginning to end, Lin Zhao had never even looked her directly in the eye, though she acknowledged she shouldn't have such an unreasonable request.
"It's fine."
Lin Zhao glanced at his health bar, which was nearly depleted. Without hesitation, he activated the invincibility effect of the Human Emperor Ring, entering a state of invincibility for nine seconds. He wasted no time and pulled out talismans from his embrace. They were all golden Heavenly Thunder Talismans, six in total. Each talisman consumed thirty stamina, which was Lin Zhao's limit.
In the next moment, all six Heavenly Thunder Talismans were ignited, drawing upon the boundless lightning in the sky. Streaks of heavenly lightning pierced through the roof of the Nine Nether Dragon Court and struck directly at Qi Lian Dao, the target of the talismans.
...
"What?!"
Qi Lian Dao looked up. Before he could even comprehend what was happening, he was struck by five bolts of lightning. For a moment, the entire Nine Nether Dragon Court was filled with the scene of rampant lightning. Originally, the Heavenly Thunder Talismans drawn by Lin Zhao could indeed invoke the phenomena of the military, but they were ultimately just talismans for a mid-five-realm cultivator. They posed virtually no threat to great cultivators of the thirteenth or fourteenth realm. However, the current situation was one of balance, and the descent of six Heavenly Thunder Talismans directly tipped this balance.
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Old Daoist Wang raised his eyebrows and pointed his hand. The fine rain in the wind condensed, instantly transforming into a jade-green Mountain Traversing Staff. With a "thump," it pierced directly through Qi Lian Dao's heart.