Hongjun's fingertips moved without cease, like a maiden plucking the strings of a zither. Profoundly mysterious spell sigils and ripples of magical power spread through the Purple Heaven Palace like music.
The thick strings thundered like driving rain, the fine strings murmured like whispered words, and pearls great and small fell upon a jade plate. Accompanied by all manner of magical fluctuations, formation after formation activated within the Purple Heaven Palace. For a time, their radiance enveloped the palace, their translucent light shimmering in many colors and lending the entire palace a dreamlike air.
"Houtu, take this!"
Once all the formations had activated, Hongjun regained his confidence. He casually pointed at Houtu, and countless formations stirred in an instant. Sharp attacks hurtled toward her, their terrifying power surpassing even Hongjun's own full-strength attack by a small margin.
"Block!"
As more and stronger attacks approached, Houtu's expression grew solemn. Yet she had already judged that these attacks could not break through her defenses.
Hum!
The Twelfth-Grade World-Purifying White Lotus, the Silver Moon Armor, and the Star Tower instantly radiated layers of light that resonated with one another. With the three working together, reinforced by Houtu's vast magical power, the strike that landed upon them still could not breach her defenses.
"Fellow Daoist Hongjun, these petty tricks of yours cannot do anything to me.
"Bring out your signature abilities, and let us settle this quickly!"
After blocking the attacks, Houtu refused to give an inch. Gripping her sword in both hands, she unleashed a fearsome slash at Hongjun. Terrifying Sword Qi surged like a mighty dragon bursting from the sea, charging furiously toward him with boundless pressure and overwhelming force.
"Block! Block! Block! Block! Block!"
Hongjun's eyes narrowed almost to slits. Only by conjuring barriers in rapid succession did he manage to