Strength to uproot mountains, might unmatched in the world
"Zheng--"
A melody from the zither was like a sword being drawn from its sheath. Zhu Lunbin lightly plucked the strings, and the first sound wave transformed into a black dragon, roaring as it charged towards Zhang Yu's Formation.
The black dragon's scales were clearly defined, and its eyes burned with Righteous Qi.
"Buzz--!"
The Formation patterns lit up instantly, and the phantoms of six Divine Weapon intertwined into a net within the array. Golden Light and blood mist surged, forcefully blocking the black dragon in mid-air.
The black dragon's claws gripped the light net, producing a piercing scraping sound, but it could not break through even an inch.
A strange light flashed in Zhu Lunbin's eyes, and his originally gentle smile faded slightly, replaced by a serious expression.
He hadn't expected that Zhang Yu's Formation could actually block the first attack from True Immortal.
"Interesting."
He whispered, and the sound of the zither rose again from his fingertips. The second and third sound waves came one after another, transforming into two black dragons that pounced on the Formation from different angles.
"Boom! Boom!"
The two black dragons crashed into the Formation, bursting into dazzling sparks. The light net trembled violently, yet remained as stable as a rock.
The patterns within the Formation flowed automatically, dispersing the power of sound waves into the six Divine Weapons, which then returned to the formation, forming a perfect cycle.
Zhu Lunbin frowned slightly. He once again activated his Immortal Power, and the fourth, fifth, and sixth sound waves were released simultaneously, transforming into three black dragons that attacked the Formation from the front and both sides.
"Click--"
Tiny cracks appeared on the surface of the Formation, but the cracks repaired themselves in the next second, and the array became even brighter than before.
"This Formation... can actually self-repair?"
Zhu Lunbin's eyes were filled with astonishment. He had lived for tens of thousands of years and seen countless Formation, but he had never seen anything so profound.
"A junior can actually set up Formation of this level?"
He felt a slight surprise, but his expression remained calm.
"It actually blocked it?"
Zhu Wuyin and Meng Hai were surprised. They knew Zhu Lunbin's strength well; he was True Immortal Cultivation, far beyond what an ordinary Land Immortal could achieve.
It was somewhat unbelievable that a group of ordinary Immortal, under the protection of Zhang Yu's Formation, could actually stop Zhu Lunbin's attack.
Zhang Qingyue clenched her fists silently. She hadn't expected that Zhang Yu would possess such abilities in just a few days, enough to withstand an attack from True Immortal.
"Unfortunately, you've messed with the wrong person. You don't know how powerful this adult is."
Having inherited the Literary Dao Sacred Heart, she was fully aware of the power of True Immortal; no matter how Zhang Yu struggled, his fate was death.
Master Zhu Lunbin began to get serious, and the music from his fingertips never stopped.
The seventh and eighth sound waves came one after another, transforming into two black dragons that swept towards the Formation.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The Formation blocked the attack again, but its light had dimmed considerably, and more and more cracks appeared on the Formation Runes.
"Hold on!"
Ye Liushang gave a low shout, and the Twelve Immortals once again activated their Immortal Power, injecting their own Origin power into the formation.
Zhang Lingyun gritted her teeth, and her Golden Body of Merit radiated dazzling Golden Light, merging with the Formation.
"It's useless. The power of True Immortal cannot be countered by Formation alone."
Zhu Lunbin said calmly, and the sound of his zither suddenly accelerated. The ninth and tenth sound waves transformed into ten black dragons, surging towards the Formation like a tide.
"Boom--!"
The Formation finally gave way, the light net shattered, and ten black dragons rushed into the formation, forcing Zhang Yu and the Twelve Immortals to retreat.
"Puff--!"
Zhang Yu spat out a mouthful of blood, staining his clothes red, but his eyes were full of determination.
"Ha, I knew it. He couldn't withstand more than a few moves from Father."
Zhu Wuyin looked smug, her eyes filled with the pleasure of revenge.
She could almost see Zhang Yu being killed by her father with a single blow.
But at this critical moment—
"Thump--!"
A deep, resonant drumbeat rolled down from the Nine Heavens, like a horn from an ancient battlefield, shaking the very soul.
A streak of light ripped across the sky; it was a tattered war drum, its body wreathed in dark golden lightning patterns, and its surface engraved with a ferocious beast's head.
It slowly fell into Zhang Yu's hand, echoing the six Divine Weapon he had acquired earlier!
"The seventh Divine Weapon... the Battle Soul Drum?"
With a thought, Zhang Yu's illusory image of the Battle Soul Drum merged into the Grand Formation, instantly reassembling the shattered Formation, its light even more intense than before!
"Buzz--!"
The phantom of war drums sounded in the formation, and an invisible sound wave swept out, directly blasting the ten black dragons away!
"Oh?"
Zhu Lunbin chuckled softly, but there was a hint of coldness in his smile.
His fingertips suddenly quickened the tempo, causing the strings to vibrate and emit a piercing buzz.
"Since you insist on showing off, then I'll let you witness what the True Immortal is all about!"
He suddenly clasped his hands together, and the sound of the zither transformed into a visible sonic storm.
At the eye of the storm, a blurry, ethereal figure could be vaguely seen—that was his True Immortal Dharma Form!
"Boom--!"
The sonic storm surged toward the Formation like a tidal wave, tearing apart even space itself in its wake!
"Not good!"
Ye Liushang and the others turned pale. They knew that this was Zhu Lunbin's true strength!
Zhang Yu gritted his teeth and exerted all his strength to activate the Battle Soul Drum.
The phantoms of the seven Divine Weapon intertwined in the formation, forming a net. Golden Light, blood mist, dragon shadows, Runes, lightning patterns... countless forces converged into a pillar of light that reached the sky, colliding head-on with the sonic storm!
"Boom--!"
A burst of spiritual light flashed between heaven and earth, and a fierce wind, sharp as a knife, slashed several feet off the ground.
The light from the Formation flickered violently, but it eventually stabilized.
A fierce glint flashed in Zhu Lunbin's eyes. He hadn't expected that Zhang Yu could actually block his full-force attack!
"It's time to end this."
He spoke in a low voice, and the sound of his fingertips suddenly rose to a high pitch, like a thunderclap from the Nine Heavens.
The sonic storm surged again, transforming into a black tidal wave that swept across the heavens and earth, carrying an aura of world-destroying destruction as it hurtled down.
"Boom----!!!"
At that moment, an endless explosion shook the heavens and earth, as if the world itself had collapsed under this single blow.
Zhang Yu's Grand Formation let out a mournful cry, its Formation Runes shattering inch by inch, and the phantom images of the seven Divine Weapons were forcibly dispersed.
Along with it, the entire Imperial Palace below was razed to the ground, turning into a charred ruin.
Amidst the billowing Smoke and Dust, Murong Bai, Murong Qiushui, and the core members of the Four Great Families, who had been hiding underground in the Imperial Palace, were revealed.
And those common people who trembled among the ruins of the Imperial City were all reduced to ashes by this one blow, leaving not even a complete skeleton behind.
Only the Twelve Immortals, Zhang Lingyun, and Zhang Yu, whom they desperately protected in the center, remained.
Zhang Yu knelt amidst the ruins, his chest heaving violently, blood dripping from between his fingers.
He looked up at the razed Imperial Palace, and the faces of Murong Bai, Murong Qiushui, Bai Zhanyong, and others flashed through his mind.
Those faces, which were just before my eyes, have now turned to ashes.
The four major families, including Murong Bai, have protected the Sheng family royal family for generations. No matter how incompetent or wicked the royal family was, they had never shown the slightest disrespect.
When Zhang Yu returned, Murong Bai and Bai Zhanyong, without asking why, devoted the entire strength of their clan to help him.
Although Murong Qiushui was somewhat ignorant and willful, she had a pure and kind heart.
But now, these people are dying right before his eyes because of his arrangements.
Anger erupted from the depths of his heart like magma, burning away all his reason.
"I want you dead--!!!"
He suddenly stood up, his eyes bloodshot, his Qi and Blood boiling, and rushed towards Zhu Lunbin without regard for anything else.
"Don't want--!"
Zhang Lingyun exclaimed in alarm; she knew that if Zhang Yu rushed forward, he would die.
"Like a moth drawn to a flame..."
Zhu Lunbin smiled sneer, flicked his finger, and a black dragon of sonic waves, condensed to the extreme, suddenly took shape, carrying the power to crush mountains and rivers, and roared towards Zhang Yu.
The black dragon was reflected in Zhang Yu's bloodshot eyes.
Knowing he was no match for the dragon, he didn't retreat an inch. Instead, he channeled all the remaining strength in his body into his fist and charged headlong into the black dragon's gaping maw.
Zhu Wuyin stood aside, watching this scene, a cruel smile curving her lips.
The humiliation and trouble Zhang Yu had brought her these past few days, along with the schemes that had nearly ruined her plans, had all transformed into the exhilarating feeling of revenge.
She could almost picture Zhang Yu being torn to pieces, and a strange sense of pleasure welled up inside her.
Zhang Qingyue stood silently to one side, a slight smile playing on her lips, a hint of coldness flashing in her eyes.
She had waited too long for this moment, for the culprit who had brought about the destruction of her Lineage to be pulverized before her very eyes.
However, just as the black dragon was about to completely annihilate Zhang Yu—
"His strength could uproot mountains, his spirit could cover the world!"
A deafening roar erupted from the once silent depths of the Demon Grotto's lair.
The voice was as powerful as a bell, shaking the heavens and earth, and even Zhu Lunbin's sonic black dragon was momentarily stunned.