"How dare the Clear Wind Manor, for wantonly killing my disciples of the Boundless Buddha Dharma Alliance, are you rebelling?"
Just as Ke Ji Mei was about to announce Tang Shi Zhu's victory and the Clear Wind Manor's victory, Monk Tong Yuan shouted, unleashing the terrifying aura of a ninth-tier Mahayana cultivator.
Caught off guard, the disciples of Clear Wind Manor were forced to their knees by the oppressive pressure. Many Qi Refining cultivators, due to the suddenness of their fall and the immense pressure, even snapped their kneecaps.
"Tong Yuan, you bald donkey! You are courting death!"
Seeing his disciples being bullied, Yang Hong, already seething with rage, instantly erupted. He struck out with a palm imbued with powerful true essence and mystical power, aiming directly at Monk Tong Yuan.
"Good, good! Your Clear Wind Manor has indeed rebelled, daring to attack even me, a Tong Shan Envoy.
Seize this madman and hand him over to my Buddha for judgment!"
"Yes!"
At Monk Tong Yuan's command, eighteen ninth-tier Buddhist cultivators surged into the sky from behind him.
Yang Hong's eyes turned bloodshot with fury!
This old bald donkey had completely abandoned any pretense of decency!
At first, they were confident of winning all five matches and had even spoken courteously. When they realized they might lose, they resorted to underhanded tactics, even employing self-detonation, a despicable maneuver!
Now that the victor was decided, not only did they refuse to admit defeat, but they also turned the tables, directly accusing Clear Wind Manor.
Truly, when people are shameless, they are invincible!
However, Yang Hong was not one to suffer such insults quietly.
"Fire Dragon Technique! Water Dragon Technique!"
Yang Hong raised his hands, and two lifelike dragons, one red and one blue, conjured from mystical spells, flew from his palms. In an instant, they swelled to a hundred zhang in length.
Roar~ Roar~
Accompanied by two resounding dragon roars, the fire and water dragons intertwined and spun, charging towards the eighteen approaching Buddhist cultivators.
"Hmph~ Such a mere seventh-tier spell, and you dare to make a fool of yourself?
All of you, Great Majestic Heavenly Dragon~"
"Great Majestic Heavenly Dragon, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, Prajnaparamita Buddhas~"
At Monk Tong Yuan's command, the eighteen ninth-tier Buddhist cultivators chanted Buddhist names in unison and formed hand seals.
Roar~
With a world-shattering roar, eighteen colossal, three-hundred-zhang-long magical golden dragons descended from the heavens, crushing down upon Yang Hong.
"Not good~"
"Sect Master, escape quickly!"
"Bald donkey, how dare you!"
Seeing the eighteen magical golden dragons surging towards Yang Hong with an aura of utter destruction, the disciples of Clear Wind Manor cried out in alarm. Almost all of them, their faces pale, urged Yang Hong to flee.
Nearby, Patriarch Zhao Yang, while cursing Monk Tong Yuan's shamelessness, made a rather sensible strategic retreat at high speed.
Just as everyone was exclaiming in concern for Yang Hong, he had calculated the distance and shouted:
"Explode!"
Before his words faded, the water and fire dragons suddenly detonated. A massive mushroom cloud instantly dispersed the eighteen magical golden dragons, tearing them apart. The violent explosive shockwave even sent the eighteen ninth-tier Buddhist cultivators hurtling into the sky.
Simultaneously, a vast crater, three li wide and over a hundred zhang deep, appeared on the ground.
"Hiss~"
"Hiss~ This is a seventh-tier spell?"
"Terrifying! This is truly a seventh-tier spell."
All the cultivators present, whether disciples of Clear Wind Manor, immortal sect members, or even Buddhist cultivators, gasped in unison.
Their scalps tingled with an unsettling chill!
Yang Hong's spell, on the surface, had only created a three-meter-wide pit.
But if you looked up at the sky, you would see eighteen ninth-tier Buddhist cultivators, having formed a formation and cast a unified ninth-tier spell – ninth-tier cultivators!
Eighteen formidable ninth-tier spells could be scattered, and this was merely a seventh-tier common spell released in front of everyone!
"Form the array! The Heavenly Dipper Arhat Formation!"
After a brief moment of stunned silence, Monk Tong Yuan, that old monk, quickly regained his senses and urgently commanded.
"Retreat to Boulder Mountain! Activate the protective mountain array!"
Since the Buddhist sect had abandoned all pretense of honor, Yang Hong saw no reason to show them any courtesy. While re-condensing water and fire spell dragons, he ordered his disciples to withdraw.
Heeding Yang Hong's command, the disciples of Clear Wind Manor retreated with practiced discipline. High-level cultivators directly guided the lower-level ones in a rapid retreat, including the Golden Core disciples who were still confronting the immortal sects!
Patriarch Zhao Yang, having anticipated Monk Tong Yuan's maneuver, led more than forty immortal sect cultivators back to their flying boat.
He also transmitted a message to Yang Hong, who was still casting spells: "Be careful."
In response, Yang Hong nodded slightly. He felt a sense of relief that, after arriving at the Purple Kun Mountain Range, he had always acted benevolently, at least maintaining good relations with the immortal sects.
Now, he would not face the awkward situation of being attacked from both sides.
"Yang Hong! Convert to my Buddha now, and I will spare your life. Otherwise, I will uproot Clear Wind Manor today!"
Monk Tong Yuan, with a genuine appreciation for talent, still attempted to persuade Yang Hong.
"Bald donkey, your Buddhist sect has lost. According to the rules you yourselves set, I am now a free neutral party. Leave Clear Wind Manor's vicinity now, and I will not kill you!"
As Yang Hong spoke, he unleashed his full magical power. Nine water and fire spell dragons intertwined around him, ready to be unleashed.
Opposite him, thirty-six ninth-tier Buddhist cultivators had completed the Heavenly Dipper Arhat Formation, manifesting an imposing, furious-faced Vajra figure, one hundred and eighty zhang tall, in the sky!
"Hmph! Ignorant and stubborn! Vajra's Wrath!"
Monk Tong Yuan, seeing that the disciples of Clear Wind Manor were already retreating, grew impatient. He directly commanded the formation. A colossal golden palm, three hundred zhang in size, blazing with golden flames, descended with a fierce swipe!
"Nine Dragons Emerge from the Sea!"
Yang Hong, unwilling to be outdone, poured his full magical power into nine water and fire spell dragons, forming three layers of "品" character formations and charging towards the golden palm.
Boom~ Boom~ Boom~
Continuous, massive explosions erupted!
Yang Hong had read many novels in his past life and had long been fascinated by the concept of "Nuclear Bomb True Monarchs." However, realizing a nuclear bomb in the cultivation world was exceedingly difficult.
At least, with Yang Hong's cultivation, it was impossible.
Yet, the explosions generated by the water and fire impact were indeed immensely powerful. Two seventh-tier common spell level spells could unleash the power of a ninth-tier grand spell.
With nine fused spells unleashed, the formation secret art formed by thirty-six ninth-tier cultivators was directly shattered!
However, it merely shattered the "Vajra's Wrath," and could not threaten the Buddhist cultivators behind it.
"Array~ Rise!"
Yang Hong gritted his teeth and shouted loudly.
Li~ Roar~
As Yang Hong's voice fell, the phantom images of Vermillion Bird, Black Tortoise, Azure Dragon, and White Tiger instantly descended behind Yang Hong!
The Black Tortoise and Azure Dragon lowered themselves to shield the retreating disciples of Clear Wind Manor, while the Vermillion Bird and White Tiger stood on either side of Yang Hong.
"Mere appearances, Arhat Catches Dragons!"
Upon seeing the four spiritual phantoms appear, Monk Tong Yuan snorted dismissively. The colossal Vajra phantom manifested six arms, each reaching towards the four spiritual beings, as well as Yang Hong and the disciples of Clear Wind Manor!
The golden arms descended with thunderous force. Under the immense pressure of cultivation, the disciples of Clear Wind Manor were instantly frozen in place, unable to move.
Even Yang Hong struggled to stand under the immense pressure!
"Seven Stars Gather Spirit Sword Array!"
In this critical moment, Yang Hong dared not hold back any trump cards. His divine consciousness connected to the nearby Seven-Colored Plain, and a flying sword, only ten zhang in size, emitting a dazzling seven-colored radiance, shot forth instantly.
Crack~
The seven-colored flying sword directly pierced the golden giant palm before Yang Hong and then shot towards the colossal golden Buddha, one hundred and eighty zhang tall, behind it!
"Heavenly Roc Formation!"
Li~
As Yang Hong's voice faded, a massive bird formation composed of tens of thousands of flying birds emerged from Mount Ze Xia. The moment it appeared, a golden feather condensed from magical power shot towards the colossal golden Buddha!
"You beast~ How dare you!"
Facing the simultaneous assault of two great formations, even with the assistance of thirty-six ninth-tier fellow disciples, Monk Tong Yuan cried out in alarm!
The golden Buddha instantly emitted immeasurable Buddhist light, resisting the attacks of both formations!