"Can it get even stronger?"
The Peak Master had already distanced themselves, stared at the majestic Kunpeng phantom soaring through the sky, their jaws nearly dropping to the ground in astonishment.
"This kid actually managed to fuse energy using an array, transforming it into form, and forcefully combining those nine streams of Righteous Qi to condense this sky-covering, sun-obscuring phantom of Kunpeng!"
"This is no longer just simple Awe-Inspiring Righteous Qi, but a rudimentary form of Literary Dao Divine Ability, and even a devastating killing technique that incorporates the essence of Formation Dao!"
"A single thought forms an array, nine characters resonate, qi merges and takes form... This kid is not only Literary Dao prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years, but also a monstrous genius in Formation!"
The Peak Master no longer held any contempt in their eyes, only deep shock remained.
Among them are those who have been immersed in the art of Formation Dao for thousands of years.
But if you ask yourself honestly, no one at such a young age and with such Cultivation could unleash such earth-shattering power!
Xing Tian was startled, but did not panic.
He was, after all, Eighth Rank Land Immortal, a Demonic Dao giant who had traversed mountains of corpses Sea of Blood, and endured countless millennia of slaughter.
"Snort!"
He snorted coldly, and his Devil Qi erupted. Cultivation Eighth Rank cultivation to its limit, and a scarlet blood moon slowly rose from behind him.
The moonlight was like blood, its eerie light chilling, dyeing half the sky an ominous dark red!
"It's 'Blood Moon Devouring Souls,' one of Xing Tian's strongest Law Technique."
Someone gasped in surprise.
Zhang Lingyun looked completely bewildered.
She was no longer qualified to participate in this battle; everything depended on Zhang Yu himself.
Before everyone's eyes, the blood moon shone brightly in the sky, directly confronting the Kunpeng!
Two completely opposite, yet equally terrifying, forces collided violently in mid-air.
It erupted with a deafening roar that could rip eardrums, and the shockwave swept across like a tsunami, blowing away all the rocks and trees around Crimson Flame Peak!
The Righteous Qi may be of ordinary power to ordinary people, but against Demonic Cultivators like the Soul Refining Sect, whose foundation is based on Yin Soul and Sha Qi, it is a natural counter!
Although the Kunpeng phantom only contained the energy level of a fourth or Fifth Rank Land Immortal, the righteous energy it contained was so powerful that its Cultivation Method to suppress Demonic Dao techniques was simply unbelievable.
The sheer residual power emanating from it made all the Soul Refining Sect cultivators within a radius of dozens of miles feel like they were sitting on pins and needles, their auras became disordered, and their Cultivation were suppressed by more than 30% out of thin air!
Even the Peak Master watching the battle felt a burning sensation emanating from their own Dao hearts, and had to exert all their strength to circulate their cultivation Cultivation Method in order to barely resist the all-pervasive purifying power.
Although Xing Tian had activated the Blood Moon with all his might, the Blood Moon, with its chilling evil light, was visibly melted away under the impact of the mighty Kunpeng!
"You forced me to do this!!"
Xing Tian stared intently at Zhang Yu, his composure completely gone, replaced by the fury of being provoked by an ant, and a hint of... fear that even he himself was unwilling to admit.
He absolutely refused to allow himself to be defeated by a mere Great Grandmaster!
He is Eighth Rank Land Immortal, the Chief Seat the Enforcement Hall of the Soul Refining Sect, and the "Xing Sha True Monarch" who strikes fear into the hearts of countless Demonic Dao giants!
Xing Tian's eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty glint, his teeth clenched, and a hint of madness flickered across his face.
Without further hesitation, he formed hand seals, and his internal Qi and Blood erupted like a volcano.
Strands of his life Essence Blood, radiating a dark Golden Light, steamed from his seven orifices, transforming into streaks of blood that frantically poured into the crumbling blood moon behind him!
"Burning one's life Essence Blood?"
Xing Tian is going all out.
"Using his Essence Blood to activate the Blood Moon, even if he survives this battle, he will suffer severe damage to his vital energy, and his Cultivation even regress!"
Why did it come to this?
The Peak Master were utterly shocked, their eyes filled with disbelief.
Burning one's life Essence Blood is a forbidden technique that cultivators only use when fighting for their lives. Every drop of Essence Blood contains the foundation and vitality of a hundred years of arduous cultivation, and once it is lost, it is extremely difficult to replenish.
Xing Tian, as Eighth Rank Land Immortal, held a prestigious position, yet he was forced to such a state by a Great Grandmaster. This completely overturned their understanding!
"Boom--!!!"
Empowered by the life Essence Blood, the originally dim blood moon suddenly erupted with a blinding crimson evil light, its size expanding wildly, transforming into a Blood Moon Purgatory that blotted out the sky.
The moonlight cascaded down like a waterfall, actually withstanding the purifying impact of the mighty Kunpeng!
The two forces tore at, devoured, and annihilated each other in mid-air, unleashing a deafening roar that shook the entire world as if the end of the world had arrived.
The nine peerless texts in Zhang Yu's mouth continued to be recited in a loop, and the Righteous Qi between heaven and earth flowed into the Kunpeng phantom like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea, continuously maintaining its power.
Xing Tian's face was as white as gold paper, and the life Essence Blood overflowing from his seven orifices had turned into blood mist, dyeing half the sky a desolate dark red.
With each additional drop of his Essence Blood he burned, his face grew paler, yet the Killing Intent in his eyes grew ever more frenzied.
War of attrition!
Zhang Yu's masterpiece will eventually be finished, and Xing Tian's life Essence Blood will eventually be exhausted.
At this moment, it's no longer a contest of Divine Ability power, but of will, foundation, and who can hold on the last breath!
The onlookers were captivated, their breaths catching in their throats.
No one expected that a battle that should have been a decisive one would turn into such a brutal and exhausting struggle.
No one dared to say for sure whether the one who would ultimately stand was the Eighth Rank True Immortal who burned his Essence Blood, or the white-robed youth who used poetry as his sword and formations as his bones.
"Who... who will win?"
Someone murmured softly, their voice trembling.
No one could answer.
All eyes were fixed on the sky, torn apart by the blood moon and white light, awaiting the final outcome.
"Die!!"
Xing Tian's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like a madman. Essence Blood from his mouth like a spring, spraying out recklessly.
With each drop of his Essence Blood leaving his body, a wrinkle appeared on his face, and a strand of gray appeared in his hair, as if he had aged hundreds of years in an instant.
But that blood-red sun, through his reckless sacrifice, swelled to an unprecedented size.
The next moment, an evil light shot into the sky, and the moonlight was like Sea of Blood, carrying a crazy will to destroy the world and perish together, and crashed hard into the mighty Kunpeng!
This is a desperate gamble, a counterattack that burns everything, the last vestige of dignity and madness of Eighth Rank True Immortal driven to the brink!
"I'll fight you to the death!!!"
Zhang Yu was equally determined.
His face was ashen, and the sound of his recitation was like a torrential downpour, one line faster than the next, his voice almost a roar.
The Righteous Qi between heaven and earth seemed to be ignited by his resolute will, and its gathering speed increased several times over, surging wildly into the Kunpeng phantom.
The Kunpeng, which blotted out the sky, let out a long cry that pierced through gold and split rocks.
With a flap of its wings, it soared upwards, not retreating but instead charging headlong into the devastating, blood-red sun.
No dodging, no evasion, attack against attack, life against life!
Boom----------!!!!!!
The moment the two forces collided, time seemed to stand still.
There was no sound, no shockwave, only a pure, extreme light—half pure white that purified all things, and half scarlet that devoured everything.
The Peak Master watching from afar sensed the terrifying power contained within and retreated once more, fearing they might be caught in the crossfire.