Chapter 1246 - 411: Annihilated with a Single Palm (Double-Length - )

Chapter 1246: Chapter 411: Annihilated with a Single Palm (Double-Length Chapter)

Ying Bang nodded: "Take them down!"

Han Shijing didn’t say a word and stepped forward at once, his blazing qi and blood as scorching as the sun, the aura of an Eighth Heavenly Layer Martial Tao expert surging.

Ji Dongquan and Li Miaozhen both didn’t want him getting close; their Immortal Souls flowed and flickered as they each dodged away.

But Qi Junshou’s Immortal Soul was likewise fused with his own lifebound Magical Treasure, the Golden Light Umbrella.

The umbrella opened, golden light dazzling, covering the surroundings while at the same time blocking Ji Dongquan and Li Miaozhen’s path.

He only needed to delay them a little and Han Shijing at the side would close in.

At the same time, though Ying Bang stood unmoving in the distance, the Literary Ink of the Neo-Confucian Great Scholar had already condensed into various restraining sigils, likewise encircling toward this side.

"Hold out for a moment. If you can’t, fall back first. Ye with the North Abyss Divine Spear is almost here..." Ji Dongquan was just speaking to Li Miaozhen when his vision suddenly blurred.

Outside the Golden Light Umbrella, another person appeared.

His whole body seemed to flicker with a faint golden glow, as if ten thousand starlights had gathered into one.

Within the starlight, there seemed to be two Thunder Dragons, one purple and one black, coiling and entwining.

"Destiny Star God? A Yang Thunder Dragon, and..." Ji Dongquan’s thoughts spun rapidly.

The newcomer didn’t manifest the Destiny Star God Dharma Image like the other Talisman Sect cultivators, towering like a giant god descending, but his own frame was quite tall and imposing.

At that moment he raised his palm.

Then he swung that palm squarely onto the opened Golden Light Umbrella.

Qi Junshou saw the newcomer’s movement clearly, yet was completely unable to dodge in time.

"Bang!"

With a dull boom, the faint golden glow directly shattered the umbrella’s golden light.

With a wave of the tall Taoist’s hand, the Golden Light Umbrella was smashed to pieces along with Qi Junshou’s Immortal Soul inside it.

However, with that single palm, the momentum did not stop.

Thunder exploded; with that same palm the tall Taoist slapped the tattered Golden Light Umbrella into the body of the Eighth Heavenly Layer Martial Tao expert Han Shijing.

Even though Han Shijing’s teleportation speed was incredibly fast, the instant he tried to move his whole body shook violently; he was struck so hard that blood sprayed all over, his body tangled together with the shredded Golden Light Umbrella.

Thunder boomed and rolled, echoing far into the distance, as if a Dragon Chant had risen.

Purple, black, and gold intertwined, streaking across midair; with a single sweep of the tall Taoist’s palm, it was as though a slice of the void before him had been wiped away.

Qi Junshou, already dead, and Han Shijing together were slapped into the stunned Ying Bang in the distance.

The three top experts of the Ming Court were all sent flying together, and before they even fell into the sea, they had already stopped breathing.

Not only did the remaining Great Ming cultivators around them fail to react in time, even Li Miaozhen was dumbfounded.

No way, with just one palm, Qi Junshou, Ying Bang, and Han Shijing were all wiped out?

A Taoist Sect School of Dharma?

Martial Tao?

Or something else?

By now, Ji Dongquan at his side had already come back to his senses; he calmly bowed to that tall figure: "Many thanks, Celestial Master, for lending a hand."

Hearing how Ji Dongquan addressed that figure, Li Miaozhen snapped back to herself.

She looked again at that tall silhouette; the faint golden starlight and purple-black thunder around him scattered together, revealing Lei Jun’s true appearance—his build long-limbed and straight like a pine, clad in a Nine-colored Pari Robe, with the Primordial Crown upon his head and the White Jade Seal and Purple Thunder Sword at his waist.

So this is the current Celestial Master of the Great Tang Talisman Sect... Li Miaozhen drew in a deep breath.

"No need for too much courtesy, you two."

Lei Jun nodded to Ji Dongquan and Li Miaozhen in greeting: "Your sect’s Taiyi Primordial Tower and other supreme treasures have all entered Penglai already. Let’s deal with matters here first, we can talk later."

As he spoke, a purple Yang Thunder Dragon reappeared, hanging high above in the heavens, manifesting purple thunderclouds.

Amid the Dragon Chant, purple lightning poured down like rain, striking the Great Ming cultivators on the head.

Ji Dongquan and Li Miaozhen both took a deep breath, their gazes steady and straight; in unison they performed a Taoist Sect bow: "Celestial Master speaks truly."

Lei Jun clasped his hands behind his back and walked on ahead, entering Penglai first.