The Five Sacred Mountains True-Form Seal

Within the Golden Armor Dharma Form, Lu Huaming slowly opened his eyes. Both shone gold, but his gaze was cold and utterly devoid of emotion, like that of a god.

"Demon-Slaying."

With that low cry, he turned the sword in his hand and slashed down toward the pond from afar.

The Golden Armor Dharma Form surrounding him mirrored his movements, swinging its golden longsword in a gleaming arc through the air before cleaving straight down.

Hovering directly above the pond, the Ghost General bore the brunt of the attack. He could only stop absorbing the baleful qi and resentment, grip his bronze longsword with both hands, and slash diagonally upward.

As he swung his sword, the churning baleful qi below poured out in a torrent. Drawn by his blade, it surged upward in a great wave and crashed into the golden sword light.

A sacred power seemed inherent in the golden sword light. The dense Yin Baleful Qi melted rapidly upon contact, like snow beneath a blazing sun.

Yet the Yin Baleful Qi seemed inexhaustible. Under the Ghost General's guidance, it swiftly wore away at the golden sword light as well.

With the golden sword light holding it in check, however, almost all the baleful qi gushing from the pond surged toward it, easing the pressure around Shen Luo.

Given a brief chance to catch his breath, Shen Luo turned his wrist and hooked two fingers upward, murmuring, "Go."

A streak of blue light shot from his sleeve. It was the Mother Sword, soaring into the air like a massive blue python. A water rope trailed down from it, wound around Shen Luo's arm, and hauled him upward.

But the blood-red vortex below still dragged at him. The two forces remained deadlocked, leaving him unable to escape.

Shen Luo formed