Legend of the Great Sage

p>Li Qingshan exploded as a ball of bloody mist.
Before it could even disperse, it had been vapourised.

“We’ve won!” Wang Junxing rejoiced inside, almost wanting to leap up in joy.

However, the direct disciples looked at one another.
They felt like they had won too easily.

“It’s the Myriad formation!” Leng Yuan said suddenly.

He clearly saw that all the techniques had missed apart from the streams of cold light he produced.
Li Qingshan’s body had not been frozen either.
Instead, it seemed more like he had suddenly ruptured under a tremendous and invisible pressure.

The other direct disciples immediately understood what had happened as well.
Indeed, this was a battle between Li Qingshan and the Spirit Reverend of Ocean Returnance.
They were only there to assist.

The crucial aspect was not their techniques, but the Myriad formation that the Spirit Reverend of Ocean Returnance controlled.
The Spirit Reverend of Ocean Returnance’s usage of the formation had reached levels of wonders.
He did not waste a single sliver of power, concentrating all of the might on Li Qingshan such that even they themselves had failed to sense the formation’s operation.

They all could not help but let out a sigh of relief.
Even if Li Qingshan had become a Demon God, his clone was a Heretic God at most, equal to the Spirit Reverend of Ocean Returnance in cultivation.
He had also foolishly tried to infiltrate the city, ending up in the Myriad formation, so of course, he was not the Spirit Reverend of Ocean Returnance’s opponent.

However, Dai Mengfan was grim.
The aura of death in the air only grew heavier, and her uneasiness intensified too.
She swallowed a Calamity Survival pill.
This was a secret treasure she had prepared for the crisis of the world.
It could allow her cultivation to multiply several times over for a short period of time, but the price was what cultivators valued the most, lifespan.

At this moment, the light from the exploding techniques had yet to disperse.
All she vaguely made out from the dazzling light was a colossal, black figure. Is that the Pavilion of Heavenly Tomes? The figure is moving… It’s not the Pavilion of Heavenly Tomes!

“Be careful!”

Dai Mengfan narrowed her eyes.
The flow of time seemed to slow down.

A huge head extended out from the light slowly, neither human nor beast.
The head possessed a pair of colossal antlers, except the patterns on its forehead formed three stripes, resembling neither a deer nor a tiger.
Its colossal body that rivalled a hill in size seemed to be under tremendous and invisible pressure.
Its back arched up before sinking back down deeply.

The “monster” opened its mouth, revealing a mouth full of jagged teeth.
It seemed to be both furious and smiling, suddenly sucking in a deep breath.
Its chest heaved up, almost touching the ground.

The Tiger Demon’s Fierce Roar!

At that moment, Wang Junxing in the crowd became absolutely certain that the “monster” was staring at him.
However, he seemed to lose his senses.
He did not respond at all.

A direct disciple happened to be standing between him and the “monster”, so he was struck by the stream of air.

The stream of air was only thirty metres across.
It was completely transparent but also very discernible.
It formed an oval shape as it flew through the air, immediately exploding the moment it struck the direct disciple and turning into countless wind blades and a deafening roar.
It dispersed the clouds and mist in the sky like a great storm.

The direct disciple had already used his life-preserving arcane treasure and cast several techniques to protect his body, but they were all torn apart, whether it was his techniques, arcane treasures, clothes, body…

A half-transparent Yang Soul emerged, but he clutched his ears painfully, letting out a miserable howl.
That was merely his gut reaction.
It actually did not represent anything.
Yang Souls were similar to humans in appearance, but their structure was completely different.
They were more like a ball of energy.

The howl stopped as soon as it began, and the Yang Soul shattered!

Wan Junxing only felt a gust of wind and bloody gashes appeared on his face and body.
He raised his right arm.
His right hand was covered in overlapping cuts, such that it fell apart from the slightest movement, scattering on the ground.

“Li-” He wanted to talk, but his tongue was sliced to pieces.
He wanted to raise his head, but the world suddenly began to spin.
He saw all of the inner disciples around him standing without budging, suddenly falling apart on the spot.

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I’m dead… That was his final thought.