"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
The pillars of light collided with the cloud palms one after another, producing a dense barrage of sharp cracks like popping beans as sparks flew everywhere.
Though Qing Chen fell well short of Jingyun Arhat in strength and defense, every blow he received sent his qi and blood churning, leaving him in excruciating discomfort.
Yet with the ingenious interference of his Magnetic Origin Spells and the Demon Lotus's enhancement, he always managed to block Jingyun Arhat's incomparably fierce killing moves by a hair's breadth.
The longer Jingyun Arhat fought, the more alarmed he became.
The cultivator before him clearly possessed physical strength far inferior to his own, yet through these bizarre Blood Path and Magnetic Origin Spells, he had stubbornly weathered his ferocious onslaught.
His repertoire of cloud-based battle techniques had always been renowned for its might, yet today he had encountered such a slippery opponent!
Six hours slipped quietly by.
By now, their fierce battle had long since reduced the Trial Space to a wreck.
Qing Chen looked particularly bedraggled, his body covered in wounds both deep and shallow. The blood at the corner of his mouth had yet to dry, but the fighting spirit in his eyes burned ever fiercer.
Seeing that Qing Chen had actually endured these six hours, the last trace of composure in Jingyun Arhat's eyes instantly turned to icy severity.
"Benefactor, behold the true Thousand Buddha Cloud Prison!"
Jingyun Arhat abruptly flung both arms wide.
In an instant, the entire Cloud City began slowly contracting inward, its countless wisps of ethereal cloud forcibly compressed into inch-long Golden Light Needles.
With a low shout from Jingyun Arhat, Cloud City collapsed completely inward, becoming clusters of Buddha-shaped light roughly ten feet across.
Those Buddha figures each raised a single palm high, as though