Several people exchanged glances. "What do we do next?"
As they wavered indecisively, the man who had just issued the orders snorted again. Gray qi, like a long dragon, pierced straight into Myriad Peaks Mountain. The mountain abruptly expanded, its crushing weight increasing by far more than double!
By himself, this man matched the combined strength of seven or eight cultivators. He forcibly pressed down the multicolored rosy clouds until their light scattered, on the verge of collapse.
Even the Purple-Haired Daoist below bent at the waist, as though he could scarcely bear the pressure.
But it was not over yet. A shrill whistle tore through the air. In fact, before the sound waves had even spread, several streaks of vicious Killing Intent had already condensed into substance and shot through the sky like arrows, about to pierce the Purple-Haired Daoist clean through.
The Purple-Haired Daoist still wore that wooden, dull expression, but at that very moment, a patch at the top of his arched spine lit up. Within the radiance, twisting lines traced themselves out, as though an invisible hand were writing talismans—or the script of some deity.
Beginning at that spot, roughly where the Jade Pillow lay, Jiaji, Wei Lü, the heart hollow, Chonglou, Mingtang, Niwan, and the Seven Gates lit up in sequence. Each manifested talismans, their structural lines drawing forth from within and spreading across his body in an instant. The Purple-Haired Daoist seemed to burst into flame from head to toe.
The next instant, the baleful arrows sliced into the rosy clouds and came head-on. After seven or eight successive heavy blows, the Purple-Haired Daoist took every one solidly, staggering backward until he could barely stand.
Yet no matter how he stumbled, the Killing Intent could not penetrate even half an inch. Instead, it shattered