A whooshing sound echoed outside the dojo. The purple light from before had now turned into white light, carrying a wisp of sparks, and shot straight toward the dojo.
The Beast King moved with incredible speed; by the time the white light swept past overhead, everyone had already reacted.
The enthusiasm in the training ground vanished instantly, and the expressions of the cultivators changed drastically within two breaths.
At this moment, seeing the spear being carried by the hurricane and about to pierce through the Metal Moat and Boiling Rampart Formation, the cultivators below finally changed their expressions.
Xu Long thought to himself: This Beast King is indeed no ordinary person. Just one hurricane has made things difficult for all the cultivators in the entire dojo.
The spear, fired in anger, was aimed at the hurricane and meteorite outside the formation, and pierced straight through them in an instant.
He had hoped that the spear's remaining power would allow him to press on, but unexpectedly, the Beast King behind him instantly spun the spear around and brought it back.
With the hurricane's influence, its speed as it swept back was even faster than the speed it had just generated!
Seeing the spear seemingly out of control in the air, the cultivators below couldn't help but feel worried.
Xu Long's will, however, remained fixed on the valley behind him.
He noticed that the blue-robed cultivator from Immortal Rosy Cloud Ridge kept his eyes closed the entire time, as if he didn't care about what was happening outside.
Only the column of water beneath him continued to rise, seemingly trying to lift him to the heavens.
Seeing the blue-robed cultivator so calm, Xu Long naturally had no reason to worry, but he couldn't help but feel the Beast King's imposing aura repeatedly surging in the arena.
The spear that swept towards them was like lightning, cutting through layers of air currents and reaching above everyone's heads in the blink of an eye.
The tiger's roar suddenly reached its peak intensity, and the cultivators below couldn't help but feel a sense of powerlessness in the face of this immense natural power.
As the spear drew near, a tall figure suddenly appeared within the Pinglu Main Vein.
Xu Long and the other cultivators saw a purple ribbon suddenly unfurl before them, rising higher and higher in the air as if riding the clouds and waves.
Those with lower cultivation levels could only see a wisp of afterimage, while some cultivators on the verge of seeing the figure beyond the afterimage showed a look of tension on their faces.
Xu Long secretly observed the changes in the arena, still wondering about the origin of this purple-clad figure, when he heard the group of auxiliary cultivators shout in unison, "Senior Brother!"
A thought flashed through Xu Long's mind, and he and the other cultivators were also shocked. So all the True Lord disciples in the Pinglu Daoist Sanctuary had come out!
The purple-robed cultivator made his appearance with an imposing aura. After leaving the main lineage, he stepped into the air above the Daoist temple in just a few steps.
At this moment, the spear outside the formation was only a step away from the light barrier, and all the cultivators thought that the purple-robed cultivator was going to catch the spinning spear inside the dojo.
But unexpectedly, the purple afterimage in the air flickered, and a long afterimage stretched out like a bolt of lightning.
The purple-robed cultivator emerged from within a layer of light barrier, and the cultivators below, witnessing this, couldn't help but gasp in unison:
What courage!
The purple-robed cultivator ignored the Beast King spying from the outside, and in an instant, he leaped out of the light barrier, intending to use his body to block the incoming spear.
The purple light above the Pinglu Daoist Sanctuary suddenly shone brightly, and the cultivators circulating their Magic Power in the air exuded a powerful aura.
Despite the Beast King watching from afar, he remained unwavering in the air, his purple robes fluttering in the wind as the hurricane swept in.
His tall figure, when spread out, resembled a mountain ridge, standing tall above the Pinglu Daoist Sanctuary, creating a purple canopy for the dojo below.
The spear, swept by the hurricane, seemed to pierce the sky with its wind speed, and the purple-robed cultivator in front fixed his gaze on it.
He channeled all his Magic Power to its limit, and instead of retreating, he advanced through the hurricane in mid-air, rushing alone towards the incoming spear.
Xu Long was genuinely worried for him from below. When the Beast King unleashed the hurricane just now, it had a truly earth-shattering power.
At this moment, the purple-robed cultivator escaped the Metal Moat and Boiling Rampart Formation alone, which meant he was single-handedly withstanding the power of the Beast King.
That courage alone makes him a rare talent in this Boundless Wilderness!
The incoming spears did not deflect, and the purple-robed cultivator in the hurricane unleashed several magical seals in mid-air.
Xu Long originally thought that his magical Magic Power was mainly purple, and the magic seal he formed should also be purple.
But after the cultivator flipped his hand, two crimson magic seals appeared in the air.
When Xu Long saw the Dharma Seal break free, his eyes narrowed slightly as he looked towards the hurricane.
Above the purple light, there seemed to be a very conspicuous crimson square scarf.
The crimson square scarf was worn by the purple-robed cultivator on his headdress, and now, amidst the hurricane, the two long crimson tassels swayed freely.
Without careful observation, it's difficult to see clearly in a hurricane.
After the crimson seal was released in an instant, the purple-robed cultivator gathered a surge of Magic Power, placed his hands together in front of his chest, and pushed the two seals towards the hurricane behind him as if pushing a millstone.
Seeing the overlapping hand seals approaching, the spear in the air was indeed slightly affected. The purple-robed cultivator dared not be negligent, fearing that he would lose the initiative at this moment.
A powerful magical Magic Power gathered beneath his chest and surged forth like a mighty river, his clasped hands thrusting out in an instant.
The two magic seals expanded rapidly, and the hurricane in the air changed color instantly. The original purple light turned into a crimson light in an instant.
Only then did the crowd below realize that within that purple light, there were two long, crimson streams flying ceaselessly. Now, lifted up by the magic seal, they were about to soar straight into the sky.
Seeing that the hurricane's power was weakening and two crimson magic seals were blocking its path, the purple-robed cultivator behind quickly released his hands.
Then he saw a long weapon rapidly enlarging in his vision. The purple-robed cultivator took a deep breath, spread his free hands in the air, and tried to catch the weapon that was shooting towards him.
Bang!
After a muffled thud, the hurricane's power was completely blocked by the magic seal, and the sharp energy in front suddenly poured into the purple-robed cultivator's body.
The bright purple light that had been shining in the air went out for a moment, and the crimson scarf above their heads was quickly put away.
A long trail appeared outside the formation, and the "whooshing" sound echoed throughout the entire training ground as it drew closer.
The purple-robed cultivator climbed onto the ape with both arms, his entire body like a mountain ridge, suspended in mid-air by that weapon.
The hurricane's power remained undiminished, and the weapon, carrying the purple-robed cultivator, plummeted towards the light barrier.
The purple-robed cultivator's magical Magic Power surged continuously, and his outstretched body clung directly to the weapon.
His arms bulged heavily from the exertion, and when they connected with his back, they resembled undulating mountains.
His hand gripping the weapon had turned blue, with veins bulging out like coiled dragons.
The weapon, moving with tremendous speed, pierced through the sky beyond the Pinglu Daoist Sanctuary in an instant.
He was like a meteorite, about to crash down, and the purple-robed cultivator in the air suddenly looked distressed.