Chapter 580 - 384: The Might of Core Formation, So Terrifying

Chapter 580: Chapter 384: The Might of Core Formation, So Terrifying

The crack wasn’t deep, but it was like a hideous gash, ruining the giant palm’s originally flawless, jade-like luster. Wisps of pure, azure light were leaking out from the fissure, like blood flowing from a wounded behemoth.

It worked!

Jian Yi’s attack had actually managed to damage the terrifying giant palm.

Though the damage was minuscule, it was like a shot of adrenaline, injected straight into everyone’s hearts.

’It really takes a Cultivator to fight a Cultivator!’

At the same time, after delivering that strike, Jian Yi’s body swayed, his face as pale as paper, and he plummeted from the sky.

Fortunately, Alina arrived just in time to catch him.

But just then, a cold snort echoed from the sky.

"How audacious!"

The voice was incomparably cold, laced with supreme authority, and it made the entire city of Zhongjing reverberate.

Immediately after, the azure giant palm that Jian Yi had cracked trembled violently. The azure light at the fissure surged wildly as the wound began to mend itself.

Then, the giant palm’s five fingers spread wide and began to crush down toward the ground.

In the nick of time, Alina shielded Jian Yi behind her, her hands a blur as they formed intricate seals. A magical energy, far more powerful and arcane than anything she had shown before, surged around her.

Countless deep purple runes materialized before her, weaving and spinning together, finally coalescing into a massive energy chain covered in sharp barbs. It whistled through the air, coiling around the wrist of the azure giant palm!

"Bind!"

Alina’s expression was grim, her Spiritual Power focused to its absolute limit. The moment the deep purple chain touched the giant palm, it tightened violently. The sharp barbs dug deep into the azure light, emitting a grating screech that set one’s teeth on edge!

"Subdue Demon!"

The usually kind-faced Master Jie Nian let out a low shout, the Buddhist light around him flaring. He took a single step, his figure instantly appearing beside Jian Yi.

With one palm held vertically before his chest, he chanted a profound sutra while thrusting his other palm out through the air.

VMMMM!

A golden swastika seal materialized from thin air. It swelled in size as it flew, carrying a grand aura that could purify all evil and suppress all things, before slamming hard onto the back of the giant palm’s hand.

The azure and golden lights clashed violently, creating a sizzling, corrosive sound, and the giant palm’s movement faltered once more.

"I’m here too!"

A young woman’s voice, cold yet tinged with excitement, rang out. Tian Yushi had arrived at some point as well.

Her eyes flickered between frenzy and clarity, and the aura around her was chaotic, like a volcano on the verge of eruption.

"Break... for me!"

With a cold cry, she thrust both hands toward the sky.

In an instant, several types of magical energy with different properties intertwined and fused before her, forming a multi-colored, highly unstable torrent of power. Like a furious elemental dragon, it roared as it charged toward the azure giant palm in the sky.

Mid-stage of Qi Refining!

This power had already surpassed that of Jian Yi and Master Jie Nian.

BOOM—!

The violent elemental torrent slammed hard into the azure giant palm, creating an earth-shattering explosion.

This time, the azure giant palm trembled far more violently than before. Under the furious assault of the elemental torrent, cracks spread rapidly across its surface like a spiderweb.

Large flakes of azure light crumbled away like peeling plaster, and the giant palm even seemed to shrink in size.

Another cold snort came from the sky, but this time, it held a trace of surprise.

It seemed the attacker had never expected that this group of Lower Realm creatures—mere ants in his eyes—could actually unleash such immense power, even managing to injure the magical palm he had so casually formed.

"For the Alliance! For our home! Kill!"

"Kill these sons of bitches!"

On the ground, after seeing the spectacle in the sky, the members of the Starfire Organization and the hastily mobilized Alliance soldiers all felt their blood boil, their fighting spirit soaring.

All at once, all remaining firepower, along with some newly ascended but still weak Martial Artists and Mages, unleashed their strongest attacks on the crumbling azure giant palm.

Although their attacks were no more than an annoyance to the giant palm, their resolute, unified spirit—a fearlessness in the face of death—was like a single spark starting a wildfire. It converged into a majestic force capable of shaking heaven and earth.

High in the sky, Sword Intent crisscrossed, brilliant Magic bloomed, and Buddhist light shone over all!

Jian Yi, Alina, Master Jie Nian, and Tian Yushi—the Alliance’s current top combatants—were like four dazzling stars. They desperately held back the arrogant azure giant palm, even seeming to gain a slight upper hand.

However, just as everyone thought the scales of victory were tipping in their favor, the light within the deep blue spatial rift suddenly intensified.

A pressure far more terrifying and suffocating than that of the azure giant palm descended, like a primeval beast slowly awakening.

"You ants of the Lower Realm do have some spirit."

A cold, majestic voice, devoid of any emotion, seemed to cross an infinite void to echo clearly in everyone’s ears.

The voice was filled with condescending disdain and chilling killing intent.

As the voice faded, a figure slowly materialized in the center of the deep blue curtain of light.

The newcomer wore a set of azure Daoist robes. His features were plain and archaic, and with every blink, it was as if stars were born and died within his eyes. He wasn’t deliberately releasing any pressure, but his mere presence—an aura of being one with heaven and earth, of absolute dominion—was suffocating.

It was none other than Master Qingxuan, the Core Formation Stage Cultivator who had previously saved Tang Yuchu with a single palm strike from afar!

His gaze swept indifferently over the ruined battlefield below, like a god watching ants scuffle, his expression unperturbed. The moment he appeared, the azure giant palm—heavily damaged and covered in cracks from the combined assault of Jian Yi, Alina, and the others—silently dissolved into motes of azure light that flowed back into his body, as if it had never been harmed.

Leaning on his sword, Jian Yi was half-kneeling on the ground. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his face was frighteningly pale. That last strike had consumed nearly all of his sword essence. As he sensed Master Qingxuan’s unfathomable aura, even his rock-solid sword heart was pierced by an indescribable feeling of powerlessness.

’Too strong!’

’This is a gap that numbers can’t possibly bridge.’

Alina supported Jian Yi, her eyes locked on Master Qingxuan in the sky, filled with wariness and resolve.

The sound of Master Jie Nian’s chanting grew fainter, and the golden Buddhist light around him flickered like a candle in the wind.

Tian Yushi’s eyes, which had flickered between frenzy and clarity, now held a rare and singular gravity.

This was the might of a Core Formation Stage Cultivator! His mere presence was enough to crush any thought of resistance.

Behind him, the deep blue portal, like the maw of a man-eating beast, spat out several dozen more figures.

No more, no less—exactly fifty people.

These people were all dressed in the uniform of the Celestial Profound Sect’s Inner Sect Disciples. Each one had a profound aura and a sharp gaze.

From within the crowd, a cold and venomous gaze locked onto the battlefield below.

It was Tang Yuchu.

She had changed into a sharp black combat suit, shedding some of her usual petulance for a grim, icy demeanor. Her pretty face was taut as she scanned the ground, searching for the figure who had utterly humiliated her and tainted her Dao heart.