208: White Lotus Dharma Image
White spider silk sprayed from Red Maiden's navel.
The spider silk danced like spirit snakes, instantly entangling two White Lotus Sect members and giving a sudden twist.
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The crisp sound of breaking bones rang out.
The bones inside those two were completely shattered, and their bodies slumped onto the ground like limp mud.
The Great Demons' methods were exceptionally ruthless; every strike was a lethal move, without any holding back.
There was no coordination between them, but the fierce experience gained from life-and-death struggles in the cruel deep mountains caused heavy casualties among everyone present in the blink of an eye.
"Ah!"
A familiar scream suddenly rang out.
Song Qingwu suddenly turned his head, his pupils constricting slightly.
A Mountain Sect Disciple who followed him had his protective Sword Qi smashed through by a Great Demon; he was sent flying into the air, with several bloody holes appearing in his chest and abdomen, having already sustained fatal injuries.
"Junior Brother!"
Song Qingwu's eyes nearly split from rage, the arrogance in them gone, replaced by a surging killing intent.
"Vile beast! How dare you harm my fellow Disciple!"
He temporarily set aside Su Qingqian before him, twirled the longsword in his hand, and a terrifying Sword Qi dozens of zhang long slashed toward that Great Demon with a boom.
But at the same time, Bronze Bull had already charged close.
"Die!"
Bronze Bull roared, his giant axe and the Sword Qi colliding fiercely.
Clang!
The sound of clashing metal was deafening.
Song Qingwu only felt a massive force travel down the sword blade, numbing the web of his thumb and forcing him back half a step.
"This Prodigy... what immense strength!"
Song Qingwu was startled and finally put away his contempt.
These were no clumsy mountain demons; they were clearly several Great Demons with deep Cultivation Levels and astonishing combat power.
Why would such Demon Cultivators appear in a place like the Taihang Mountains, on the very edge of the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains?
Truly, it was like seeing a ghost!
By now, the battlefield had turned into a complete mess.
Bronze Bull and Red Maiden, the two strongest Elders, targeted the few individuals with the highest cultivation in the field.
They launched indiscriminate attacks, axes and spider silk flying; every move contained lethal killing intent.
"Anyone who dares to run wild in the Taihang Mountains must leave their life behind!" Bronze Bull roared repeatedly, his offensive like a tide.
Zhao Ming's brows furrowed tightly; he had to pay utmost attention.
After exchanging blows with Bronze Bull and Red Maiden twice, the playful intent in his heart vanished.
Why were the demons of the Taihang Mountains all so ridiculously strong?
Looking at them, they were not that Taihang Mountain God.
Then where did they come from?
Could it be that a Demon King from the deep mountains learned about the Great Gan border war and wanted to get involved, so they sent out advance scouts?
Various doubts surfaced in the hearts of Zhao Ming and the others.
Naturally, they didn't know what had happened in the great mountains recently, nor did they know that the Taihang area had long since undergone earth-shaking changes.
In their impression, the Taihang Mountain God was just a small demon occupying a single mountain.
Little did they know... Xu Qing's territory was now measured in thousands of miles.
Su Qingqian looked at the scene of flying flesh and blood before her; she reached out and lightly wiped her cheek, the blood on her fingertips appearing exceptionally vivid and mournful.
On that beautiful face... an unusual flush suddenly appeared.
"Hehe..."
She looked at the sect members falling one by one, her expression compassionate, but her words were hair-raising.
"Lively... it's truly so lively."
She whispered softly, a hint of madness in her voice, "Since everyone is in such high spirits, I can't spoil the fun for everyone."
As her voice fell.
The smile on Su Qingqian's face abruptly vanished, replaced by an absolute, heart-palpitating indifference.
That expression made it seem as if she were no longer a person of flesh and blood, but a high-and-mighty idol looking down upon all living beings.
Buzz—
A sacred yet eerie aura erupted from her body.
Her hands formed a strange seal, and at the center of her forehead, a pure white lotus mark slowly emerged, blooming with dazzling light.
"The White Lotus descends to the world to save all living beings."
A cold and grand voice resounded through heaven and earth.
In the next moment.
Behind Su Qingqian, the Void Realm distorted, and an enormous phantom of a white lotus slowly bloomed.
Upon that white lotus sat a blurred figure a hundred zhang tall.
This figure had Three heads and six arms, displaying three aspects: the "Compassionate Smiling Face", the "Sorrowful Crying Face", and the "Vajra Angry Face".
And in its six arms, it held different Magical Artifacts, each emitting powerful fluctuations.
Boom!
With the appearance of this Dharma Image, a terrifying pressure descended like the collapsing of heaven and earth!
Everyone was shocked!
Whether it was the battling Great Demons or Zhao Ming, Song Qingwu, and the others, their movements momentarily froze under this pressure.
"Is this... a Fourth-Grade Dharma Image?"
The Gray-robed Old Man screamed in terror, "This enchantress actually has such a lethal move?!"
"Kneel!"
Su Qingqian floated in mid-air, like a goddess descending.
The three-headed, six-armed Dharma Image behind her suddenly opened its eyes, and its six arms moved simultaneously.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Several beams of white light fell like meteorites, accurately striking the experts in the field.
Bronze Bull, who was swinging his giant axe, was hit by a white light; his massive body was sent flying hundreds of zhang, collapsing a small hill, as he sprayed blood from his mouth.
The spider silk around Red Maiden snapped, and she collapsed to the ground as if struck by lightning.
The monk Guang Liang screamed, his demon subduing pestle shattered into two pieces, and his plump body rolled away like a ball.
Although Song Qingwu had Sword Qi protecting him, he couldn't block this strike; his longsword wailed, and he stumbled back, a trace of blood leaking from the corner of his mouth.
The power of a single strike had actually injured all the experts on the field!
This Secret Art, which only core members of the White Lotus Sect could master, was the source of Su Qingqian's confidence in exposing her whereabouts and leading people into the deep mountains to intercept and kill Zhao Ming.
"Prince Ning, Your Highness."
Su Qingqian's gaze shifted, her indifferent eyes finally landing on Zhao Ming.
The Dharma Image behind her slowly rotated, the "Vajra Angry Face" facing Zhao Ming; a giant arm lifted, and a finger pointed out.
This finger seemed slow, but it had locked onto his Qi.
It was unavoidable!
"Protect the Prince!" The Gray-robed Old Man wanted to rush over, but was pinned in place by the pressure of the Dharma Image, unable to move.
Zhao Ming's face turned somewhat pale; the pressure of the Dharma Image was extremely strong.
"You want to take this Prince down? In your dreams!"
Zhao Ming roared, the True Qi in his body burning frantically, condensing into a golden phantom of a Five-clawed Golden Dragon around him, attempting to block the strike.
Crack!
However, under that finger of the Dharma Image, the seemingly indestructible golden dragon phantom lasted only an instant before shattering with a bang.
"Pfft!"
Zhao Ming's protective golden light shattered, and he was hit as if by a heavy hammer, coughing up a mouthful of blood.
In just one move, the Imperial Dragon Qi was broken, and Prince Ning was seriously injured.
This was a gap in fundamental levels; a Fourth-Grade method was almost overwhelming for a Fifth-Grade Cultivator.
Especially since Su Qingqian herself was quite powerful, her strength became even more astonishing after activating the Dharma Image.