Chapter 674 277: Wipe Them Out, Pursue the Fleeing Enemy (Part 3)

Behind her, two charred bodies flew to either side amid loud cries of pain.

"General."

"How dare you?"

This time it was like stirring up a hornet's nest; three beams of divine light shot up into the sky and quickly approached.

The enormous Qi Mechanism pressed down, extinguishing the resplendent purple glow on Han Xiaoru's body instantly. She barely had time to swing her Three-Pointed Double-Bladed Saber to create a screen of light before three fierce attacks struck her.

The first attack came from a Golden Pestle, crashing down like a mountain.

Next was a towering figure nearly eight feet tall, glowing like a golden statue from a temple, punching through the air to strike Han Xiaoru from the front.

The loudest force came from a massive bear, over three zhang tall, its head towering above the rooftops, charging like a small mountain with a malevolent wind.

"They all showed up, good."

Han Xiaoru blocked horizontally with her saber.

Ignoring that her Three-Pointed Double-Bladed Saber shattered in her hands, her body surrounded by golden light and purple brilliance, she crossed her arms in front of her chest to withstand the blow, flying back dozens of zhang, crashing through a city wall before she could stand firm, yet she chuckled softly.

Light and shadow flickered before her eyes, and Qi Force roared.

Countless civilians and soldiers were tossed around like scarecrows.

The three Divine Martial forces emerged quickly and retreated even faster.

The withered old monk wielding the Treasure Pestle struck down, shaking the area, a gigantic Buddha statue shadow appearing behind him, synchronizing his fierce attack.

Before he could make a second strike, clouds and mist rose around him like ropes, binding him, lifting him into midair.

Then, countless fist shadows appeared around him.

Crackling sounds rang out, making him see stars, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

Clearly, this elder monk from the Dharma Aspect Sect met his match in the form of Monk Baoshu of Buddhism, who practiced Formless Zen Skill, responding to the formless with form, meeting the mindful with the mindless and, in an instant, received a severe beating.

The middle-aged monk following closely behind from the Pure Land Sect, using the Bright King Dharma Body, punched out, an intense sword light like a red dragon soaring skyward, slashing across him, making the golden glow on his body flicker, revealing streaks of blood.

He couldn't advance another inch.

The worst off was the three zhang tall bear.

Its attack had the greatest momentum.

And it retreated fastest.

Just halfway across, a gigantic golden monkey appeared in front of it, swinging a staff horizontally, shattering roofs throughout the city.

The shadow of the staff was dense, and under its immense force, the massive bear was knocked into the air, struck from inside the city to the outside, flying hundreds of zhang away.

Its chubby body was almost snapped in two.

The Golden-Haired Monkey screeched, "Ah-rah..."

Flipped once in the air, it chased and struck down with another swing of its staff.

All three attacked simultaneously, each gaining the upper hand, the battle seemingly destined for a great victory.

Han Xiaoru, however, didn't seem too pleased, instead squinting her eyes, raising her Sensing Power to its peak, and halting her cavalry's pursuit.

Although she could see nothing, could perceive nothing, Han Xiaoru knew the big one was coming.

Along with the faintest strings of a zither's melody, gradually growing, a Black Lotus Platform appeared in the sky.

On the Lotus Platform sat a middle-aged bald man with a face like jade and a long, five-stranded beard.

The man looked exceptionally dignified, yet his aura was nearly absent.

However, in everyone's eyes, the clash of Qi across the Eight Directions and the chaos of life and death no longer seemed to exist.

They could only gaze at the Black Lotus and the black-robed monk, unable to tear their eyes away.

Han Xiaoru's heart pounded fiercely, every hair on her body standing up.

"Retreat quickly."

"Such a perceptive young girl; why not join my Black Lotus Sect and spare your life?"

"Such brazen talk." Suddenly the zither's tune changed, erupting into a thunderous soundwave, transforming into a long blade of sound, that in a swishing flash appeared by the neck of the black-robed monk.

Slicing through air, severing the void.

It was Weifu Bo, who had been lurking in the shadows despite being said to oversee the battle. Now seeing the imposing black-robed monk, fearful he might strike at Han Xiaoru, she could wait no longer and unleashed a zither sound.

Thud...

Above the Lotus, a thread of black light soared, and inexplicably, from the monk's chest, a muscular arm sprouted, clutching a wooden bowl.

He flipped the bowl to reveal its bottom.

The powerful zither sound cleaving through the void landed right in the bowl without causing a ripple.

"Since you seek your own death, don't blame this monk for being ruthless."

The black-robed monk was relentless once he attacked.

With a series of puffs, three more arms sprouted, each wielding a weapon. The Black Lotus spun rapidly, flashing, and suddenly appeared before Weifu Bo. Black light exploded, and even as Weifu Bo retreated with her Cyan Bird Dharma Body appearing, blue feathers scattering and blood oozing from the corner of her mouth, she couldn't control her flight, crashing heavily outside the city.

She had just flown out when the black-robed monk, with his six arms whirling furiously, was already near the Golden-Haired Monkey, three arms slashing down aggressively.

The monkey barely blocked the Treasure Trident's strike when it was sent flying through the air, monkey hair scattering.

"Beware of his Black Lotus Spiritual Artifact, do not face it head-on."

Only then did Weifu Bo's voice ring out from afar.

Her insight far surpassed the others; after just one exchange, she discerned that this Black Lotus was a top-grade Spiritual Artifact, combining defense and great strength with rapid support functions. It also allowed the user to grow six arms; even with ordinary martial arts, having four more arms was a significant advantage in combat.

Therefore, though the opponent's cultivation might not have been much higher than theirs, with the powerful support of the artifact, he could create a crushing scenario.

Her warning had just been uttered.

Dark light flashed, and Chi Yangzi was already retreating with blood at the mouth, his Red Sun Sword broken.

Monk Baoshu, hidden in the void, appeared from the dissipating clouds dozens of zhang away, his orange and yellow robe shredded, a massive black fist imprint indenting his chest.

"I never expected you to be so foolish, blindly charging into Qiuyuan City known for its ambushes. I wonder what gave you such confidence?"

Venerable Mingyu's lips curled with a faint smile as he looked at Han Xiaoru, "It's my first time seeing such Innate Talent, and you are still a daughter. Why not join my Black Lotus Sect as a Vajra Guardian? It's a promising future, much better than dying alongside that Chen Ping boy."

Han Xiaoru's curious gaze remained void of panic; even upon witnessing the overwhelming might of the black-robed monk's Lotus Platform, she simply tilted her head, puzzled, and asked, "Monk, do you think you've already won?"

"Reckless and obstinate, seeking your own death. Attack!"

The black-robed monk Venerable Mingyu, apparently lacking patience for persuasion, found himself out of patience after a mere two sentences. He suddenly felt a sense of unease, unsure where the problem lay, and immediately ordered an attack.

He aimed to annihilate this military force, these Divine Martial experts, right here.

"So this Lotus Spiritual Artifact is your only reliance? How disappointing."

A distant sigh echoed.

Before Mingyu could discern the source of the voice, a thunderous roar suddenly erupted in his ears.

The sound of thunder was vast and explosive, causing greater disturbances for those with advanced cultivation, their eardrums drumming, their minds reeling.

He opened his mouth to shout only to realize he could not hear even his own voice.

The three Divine Martial experts who rushed forth seemed like sheets of paper as they were suddenly split in two within the cyan-red rainbow lights.

Boom...

Black petals scattered, and Venerable Mingyu, realizing with great fear, noticed his Lotus throne had been slashed by a Sword Light Rainbow Transformation, leaving a deep gash.

Meanwhile, the three Divine Martial experts who had accompanied him for the ambush had long since been cut in half; three rainbows appeared in the sky, seemingly accompanied by faint celestial melody rejoicing.

"Chen Ping!"

Venerable Mingyu felt the penetrating Dragon Essence Sword Gang seeping into the Lotus Platform's gash, attacking his meridians with intense pain.

Without a second thought, he roared, his Lotus Platform emitting a dense black light, flickering, growing illusory.

"Sword Light Rainbow Transformation, Sword Evil Thunder Sound, such high mastery in swordsmanship. Who said his cultivation was low, that he lacked Dragon Essence... Senior Brother, yes, only Senior Brother can save me."

At this moment, he dared not even unleash a single move, consumed by the urge to flee.