Faced with this force of nature, he felt utterly insignificant; the might of the Beast King was truly unfathomable.
Although he had already reached the Late-stage Mystic Immortal realm, he was still no match for the hurricane that the Beast King could summon at will.
The gap between Onefold Immortal and Twofold Immortal is like a chasm, which ordinary cultivators are destined to never be able to cross!
Click!
The sound of several magic seals shattering reached the purple-robed cultivator's ears.
He focused his gaze and saw that the two magic seals that had been blocking the hurricane behind him had begun to shatter.
The hurricane, which had just weakened, now shows signs of recovering.
The two cracked magic seals were destined not to be able to withstand the attack for long, and he was currently unable to fully control his weapon in the hurricane.
As he was about to fall onto the light screen of the dojo, the purple-robed cultivator's expression changed drastically, and all his magical Magic Power surged out from his meridians.
The powerful Magic Power flowing through the air appeared as heavy as a mountain, which slightly slowed down the purple-robed cultivator's speed.
Before the cultivators below could even rejoice, the purple-robed cultivator's face suddenly turned ferocious.
He channeled all his magical Magic Power into his weapon, but the hurricane behind him had already completely shattered the two broken seals.
A series of "whooshing" sounds rang out as the weapon, which had been blocked in front of him, actually used the purple-robed cultivator as a propel.
In mid-air, he kept clenching his arms, trying to bring the long weapon to a stop.
"Imperial Edict!"
After a loud shout, crimson light blazed in the air, and the hurricane above the sky began to surge.
The cultivators beneath the light barrier stood frozen in place, like wooden chickens, staring at the spear beneath the crimson light.
They were already firmly anchored in the air, only half a step away from the light screen above their heads.
The purple-robed cultivator's face flushed crimson, and his outstretched body began to contract strangely, reversing his defeat with an extremely cruel movement.
The long trail behind him seemed to have been braked, finally coming to a sudden stop.
A sharp aura emanated from above, causing the cultivators to feel a chill run down their spines. Xu Long secretly channeled his golden light and looked at the long weapon.
The spear-like weapon was sharp as a thorn, yet it also possessed a unique sense of weight, making it something only a tall, imposing cultivator like the purple-robed cultivator could wield with ease.
Its sharp edge has obvious armor-piercing ridges, and its surging sword energy is like a treasured sword that has been unsheathed. Its sharp edge has eight facets, all of which are bright and cold.
The long pole held by the purple-robed cultivator was made of an unknown wood, covered with dense purple patterns that, when rolled up, resembled a long, winding dragon.
The wooden handle was extremely resilient, swaying freely in the hurricane, and was now firmly held in the hand of the purple-robed cultivator.
An ordinary weapon would surely be damaged after such an ordeal, but the long handle in the purple-robed cultivator's hands remained flexible and unaffected by the chaotic force.
Its long blade is like a sword, its long handle like a spear; it opens like lightning, and moves like a mountain.
The long weapon in the purple-robed cultivator's hand was actually a fine horse lance!
Xu Long rarely saw anyone using long-handled weapons in the cultivation world, and those who used the horse lance were even rarer.
Although this weapon is extremely powerful, its length and weight mean that only tall and strong individuals can wield it.
Only then did Xu Long look at the purple-robed cultivator in the air and notice that his figure stood as straight as a mountain ridge.
Xu Long thought to himself: This lance is truly one with me!
At this moment, the purple-robed cultivator had already caught the lance in mid-air, raising the lance shaft with his hand, about to reverse the lance's tip.
But at this moment, the hurricane behind them was suddenly stopped, and everyone's expressions froze. They wondered what the Beast King was thinking and why he had extinguished the hurricane again.
Only the purple-robed cultivator felt a sinking feeling in his heart, thinking to himself: Oh no!
He knew that guy was up to no good; the hurricane had stopped at this moment only to gather more energy.
Perhaps in the next moment, the Beast King will truly approach the Pinglu Daoist Sanctuary.
While Master was in seclusion facing the Three Calamities and Nine Tribulations, the temple and its inhabitants relied solely on Master's past reputation to deter villains.
However, the one who arrived at this moment was no petty villain, but the Duck Beast King who had fought against Master for a thousand years!
The purple-robed cultivator's mind raced, and in a flash, he retrieved the lance from his hand.
With a "whoosh," the long lance was blocked in mid-air by the purple-robed cultivator.
The hurricane that had been blowing continuously almost stopped at this moment, but the purple-robed cultivator was extremely nervous.
He gritted his teeth silently, his eyes fixed on the area outside the dojo, his face as taut as gold leaf.
Behind him was the Pinglu Daoist Sanctuary. As the chief disciple of the True Lord, he had received much of the Perfected Lord Pinglu's teachings. At this moment, he should not retreat into the Dojo under any circumstances.
The disciples of Perfected Lord Pinglu must not hide within defensive formations; they are born to fight in the Boundless Wilderness.
Even though the Duck Beast King was attacking, he still had to fight against the Beast King, who was at the Golden Immortal level, with his own Mystic Immortal realm!
The purple-robed cultivator had just turned around when he saw two pairs of eyes shooting straight at him.
Under the dim sky, a sudden burst of light streaked across the heavens like a shooting star, its gleam exceptionally sharp.
It shot in like lightning, piercing straight into people's hearts, as if to shatter any thought of resistance within them.
Seeing this, the leading cultivator below knew that this was probably the Beast King's full-force attack, and immediately shouted in unison to the purple-robed cultivator:
" Fellow Daoist Zhu, why don't we return to the defensive formation and discuss this further?"
As the gaze drew ever closer, Xu Long slowly shook his head beneath the banners.
He had already seen a hint of anthropomorphic mockery in that gaze; the Duck Beast King was not going to let the purple-robed cultivator go.
"Bah!"
An extremely shrill roar suddenly exploded in the air.
The rolling sound waves crashed towards the Pinglu Daoist Sanctuary like a tidal wave.
The surrounding mountains were all swept up by the sound waves, and the water in the valley flowed backward.
The air currents, carried by the hurricane, looked like a monstrous beast roaring and baring its fangs under the dim sky.
Its massive body stirred up a cloud of dust and stones as it descended upon the Pinglu Daoist Sanctuary with earth-shattering power.
A deafening roar erupted, and the faces of the guards below changed drastically as the tassels and banners amidst the mountains and valleys were uprooted.
The Duck Beast King, far away in the sky, merely opened its throat and roared at the Pinglu Daoist Sanctuary, and its power reached the heavens and the earth!
However, the purple-robed cultivator was still standing in front of the dojo at this moment, and he was the first to bear the impact of the hurricane and sonic waves.
" The Pinglu Daoist Sanctuary has stood in this Boundless Wilderness for countless years, and there has never been any danger of it falling! There has never been, and there never will be!"
"With me outside today, I will not allow any ferocious beasts to set foot within the Pinglu Daoist Sanctuary! As a disciple of the True Lord, I, Zhu Peizi, have no reason to fear death!"
Zhu Peizi roared in mid-air, meeting the Beast King's mocking gaze, and thrust her lance forward.