212: Mountain God Returns to His Position
The heart of the Taihang Mountains.
The light of the sky was in chaos, and the earth was splitting apart.
The fierce battle at the Fourth Rank level had already surpassed the scope of what ordinary Cultivators could understand.
That nearly hundred-zhang-tall White Lotus Dharma Idol was like a demon god that had crossed through time and space from the primordial era. Its three heads respectively displayed expressions of compassion, ecstasy, and wrath. As its six arms waved, they stirred the surrounding Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, making it churn like boiling water.
Boom!
The long halberd in the hands of the golden-armored Yin Spirit, Chai Jun, collided fiercely once again with one of the Dharma Idol's arms.
It was not a physical collision, but a frantic crushing match between Incense Divine Power and the filthy power of an evil god.
Golden divine light and grayish-white demonic energy exploded in the air, forming visible ripples that dispersed all the clouds within dozens of miles.
"Damned evil god heretic!"
Chai Jun's face was ashen, his heart filled with both shock and rage.
As the Day Tour God of the Capital's City God Temple, his orthodox divine path cultivation had long reached the Transcendent stage. Every gesture he made carried the power to suppress mountains and rivers.
Yet, the White Lotus demoness before him had cultivated some strange and eerie method. The aura emitted by the Dharma Idol actually seemed capable of tainting his divinity. Every time he channeled his Divine Power, he felt a sharp pain in his Divine Soul, as if countless aggrieved Souls were wailing and roaring in his ears, disturbing his state of mind.
Just now, the compassionate crying face of the Dharma Idol abruptly turned toward him and let out a silent sigh.
Chai Jun felt his Sea of Consciousness shake violently, and his Divine Soul actually faltered for a moment. He was nearly crushed into meat paste by a descending demon subduing pestle.
"Fellow Daoist Song, are you still going to hold back at this time?" Chai Jun shouted loudly, his figure retreating violently. His hand seals changed, condensing the phantom of a golden divine mountain to block the Dharma Idol's offensive.
"Slay!"
Responding to him was an extremely frigid sword cry.
Song Qingwu's face was as cold as ice. Although he was only at the Fifth Rank, with the Sword Qi bestowed by the Elder, his entire being was like an indestructible divine sword.
His figure transformed into a piercing white rainbow, weaving through the gaps of the Dharma Idol's six waving arms.
Every time the sword light flashed, it was inevitably accompanied by the shattering of divine light upon the Dharma Idol.
Even Su Qingqian did not dare to be careless against the sharp Qi capable of cleaving mountains. She had to divert two arms, holding a precious umbrella and a golden bell, to deathly defend against that elusive sword light.
"Two ants think they can shake Divine Might?"
Su Qingqian floated at the center of the Dharma Idol's forehead, a sickly flush on her face, the look of madness in her eyes growing more intense.
Her hands formed seals, and the Dharma Idol's compassionate smiling face suddenly opened its mouth, spewing out a cloud of pink mist that instantly shrouded half the sky.
The three were in the heat of battle, every movement causing mountains to collapse and the earth to split.
On the ground battlefield below them, the degree of tragedy was no less severe.
Without the presence of powerful experts to hold the line, the chaotic fight had turned into the most primitive and bloody slaughter.
To cover the Saintess, the White Lotus Sect members had already fallen into a frenzy. Many directly used life-burning secret techniques, greatly increasing their combat power.
Prince Ning's guards suffered heavy casualties under this suicidal fighting style.
The debauched monks led by Monk Guang Liang were even more like a pack of hungry wolves, diving in wherever there was an advantage to be taken. Their monastic blades had long been chipped from use, and their robes were soaked in blood, whether it was their enemies' or their own.
Several Lishan Sword Sect Disciples formed a sword array, their sword light sharp as they firmly protected their heavily injured fellow Disciple.
"Roar!"
The great demons of the Demon Alliance were also seeing red.
They watched as their mountain forests were wantonly trampled and destroyed by outsiders, the fury in their hearts long since uncontrollable.
They struck with ruthless cruelty, attacking every human they saw indiscriminately.
"Damn it!"
Bronze Bull's eyes were bloodshot, and two streams of white vapor snorted from his nose.
If he let these people destroy the Taihang Mountains, how could he face the King?
"We can't let them fight any further in! Stop them here!"
Red Maiden's hair was disheveled, and her charming face was stained with blood.
However, in the face of the aftershocks of a Fourth Rank battle, their strength was simply too miniscule.
"Get lost!"
Chai Jun, mid-air and irritable, caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye of several death-defying prodigies below attempting to interfere with the battle, and he was instantly enraged.
In his eyes, a demon was a demon; whether good or bad, they all deserved to die!
Especially when they were causing trouble at such a critical juncture.
"A bunch of furred and horned beasts dare to get in the way?"
Chai Jun snorted coldly, and his free hand suddenly pressed downward.
Boom!
A giant palm condensed entirely from golden Divine Power, carrying the might to suppress all things, slammed down toward Bronze Bull and Red Maiden like Mount Tai pressing from above.
Bronze Bull roared. Instead of retreating, he advanced, pouring his demonic power without reservation into the mountain-cleaving giant axe in his hand, which was already covered in cracks, intending to meet the divine palm head-on.
Accompanied by a bull's roar, the giant axe and the divine palm collided in mid-air.
Crack!
There was no suspense.
That giant axe, which had followed Bronze Bull for many years, shattered into countless iron shards the moment it touched the divine palm.
Immediately after, Bronze Bull was like a fly hitting a bronze wall, letting out a tooth-aching sound of shattering bones.
Poof—
Bronze Bull sprayed a high column of blood toward the sky and crashed heavily into the depths of the earth, creating a bottomless giant pit.
"Hmph, seeking death."
Chai Jun didn't even bother to glance at the deep pit, his gaze full of high-and-mighty contempt and disgust.
Crushing a Fifth Rank demonic Cultivator was as insignificant as stepping on an ant.
He withdrew his palm, preparing to continue dealing with Su Qingqian.
But out of the corner of his eye, he saw that in that deep pit, Bronze Bull was actually still struggling, trying to crawl back up.
"Tenacious, indeed."
Chai Jun frowned, his irritation growing even more, "Since you want to die, this god will grant your wish!"
Killing intent was laid bare in his eyes as a speck of brilliant golden light condensed at his fingertip once again.
"Die!"
Chai Jun pointed his finger, and the golden light flew like an arrow from a bow, carrying the will to kill, straight toward Bronze Bull in the deep pit!
The shadow of death loomed.
Bronze Bull wanted to dodge, but his body was overwhelmed and could not move.
Red Maiden and the other great demons wanted to come to his aid, but they were held back and simply could not rescue Bronze Bull.
Right then.
"Destroying my forests, harming my demon subjects..."
"You all... seek death!"
A cold, indifferent voice containing endless majesty came from far away without any warning.
The voice was not loud; there was no thunderous roar, nor any sharp whistle.
But the moment it appeared.
Whoosh—
The heart of the Taihang Mountains, where the wind had been howling and magic power had been raging, was seemingly paused by an invisible giant hand.
The wind stopped.
The rolling clouds solidified.
Even the constantly shattering rocks and splashing blood seemed to fall into a brief stillness at this moment.
Then.
Hum! Hum! Hum!
The entire Taihang Mountain Range, the mountains within a hundred-mile radius, actually let out a low and joyful vibration all at once.
It was not an earthquake; it was the pulse of the mountains beating, the earth cheering, and the flora worshiping!
An indescribable will gathered from all directions, instantly filling this world.
This will was so heavy, vast, and ancient, as if it were this mountain, and this mountain were it.
Before this will, whether it was Su Qingqian's overbearing White Lotus Dharma Idol, Chai Jun's high-and-mighty Yin Spirit pressure, or Song Qingwu's sharp Sword Intent that sliced through the void... all appeared so small, fragile, and insignificant!
Poof!
The golden light shooting toward Bronze Bull's forehead, three inches away from his brow, was suddenly crushed into a sky full of light specks by what seemed like a gentle pinch from an invisible hand, dissipating into nothingness.
"Who is it?!"
Chai Jun's face changed drastically as he abruptly turned his head toward the direction the voice came from.
Su Qingqian, Song Qingwu, Zhao Ming... everyone still standing on the battlefield looked toward that patch of sky in astonishment.
Only to see at the far end of the horizon.
A touch of green, like a drop of ink dripped into clear water, rapidly blurred outward.
That was not a cloud... it was a sky-covering Demonic Qi!
Above the rolling green clouds, a tall and slender figure stood with hands behind his back. He appeared to be taking a leisurely stroll, but was actually shrinking the distance, covering a thousand zhang in a single step.
With his arrival, a pressure terrifying to the extreme descended like the Heavenly River pouring down!
That was not pressure directed at any one person.
It was this world, this great mountain, repelling and suppressing these outsiders!
Everyone's shoulders felt as if they had the weight of a mountain added to them; their knees went soft, and their Souls trembled.
The Taihang Mountain God has returned to his position!