Chapter 494 Part 2

Chapter 494 Part 2: Losing All Dignity (2)

No matter how high one’s cultivation is, two fists cannot fight against four hands.

He had already found the heavenly palace from the myths, where the energy was extremely strong. After just a few days of preparation, perhaps he could try to ascend.

But during these days, he couldn’t find any opportunity at all…

Only today did he have a brief moment of free time, but who would have thought of the commotion outside… the noise outside…

"What is that?" Patriarch Lingxu gazed at the rolling sea of clouds that looked like huge waves.

On the edge of the sea of clouds, he saw, in the direction of the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, a hundred-meter-tall giant made of flesh fighting a Six Armed Divine Man, with light shining across the world.

"Hmm?" Patriarch Lingxu squinted his eyes and sat up straight.

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"You fell into a trap, Qiao."

"The Lingxiao Treasure Hall is the most important of the 108 palaces of heaven, located at the very center of the ruins of heaven."

"My Six Armed Divine Body allows me to grow to my largest size, to startle the snake in the grass!"

"With the skills of Lingxu and Changsheng, the fierce battle at the Lingxiao Treasure Hall is so obvious that it can be sensed from any corner of the heavenly realm."

"You, a member of the Qiao family, are the biggest variable in this long-awaited opportunity for immortality, so when they arrive, you all will perish!"

Boom!

Qiao Mu’s fist struck Patriarch Qingmu’s face, and the golden light that lingered for a long time exploded, causing clear rips in the robe, while his body was pushed back and flew away.

Just in that same moment.

The Green Immortal Sword, glowing faintly, flashed through the air and pierced the head of the spearflesh clone, causing the entire head to shatter.

Qiao Mu glanced at his fresh corpse, quickly looked away, and coldly scanned Patriarch Qingmu.

"Is it possible that I am also waiting for them to come?"

Qiao Mu said with a blank expression.

His Heavenly Demon Disintegration Method is a forbidden martial art that burns brightly like a fierce fire with great energy and spirit, heading toward death.

When his true strength erupts five times stronger, it brings deadly side effects and lasts for several minutes.

If he goes beyond this time, his body will be completely burned out.

So he is waiting for a moment, when the three Mahayana cultivators gather together, to unleash his full power and catch them all at once.

But another problem arises:

If the three Mahayana cultivators attack together, even if he uses all his skills, can he still win?

As for attacking one by one, like what is happening now?

Against a Patriarch Qingmu, even with five against one, they still lost a flesh clone.

It is important to understand that Qiao Mu’s flesh clone is different from ordinary clones; its battle power can even come close to his true self.

One flesh clone died in a five-on-one battle. This means that if it were Qiao Mu’s true self, he could also possibly die under Patriarch Qingmu’s flying sword.

Losing one flesh clone makes it harder to deal with the remaining Immortal Gate ancestors, and the risk of defeat is also quite high.

Both strategies were considered by Qiao Mu over the course of four hundred years.

But since he has stepped out of the Long Life Dream, he must have made his own decision.

"Buddha’s Palm: Ten Thousand Buddhas Ascend!"

In an instant, the giant made of flesh and blood surged with True strength, creating eight arms formed from the very energy itself, constantly waving and striking out.

Waves of golden light, like a storm, rained down on the Six Armed Divine Man, who was already covered in sword and spear wounds.

With a thunderous crash.

The Six Armed Divine Man, towering dozens of meters high, suddenly shattered, scattering golden light that turned into tiny droplets of golden rain, flying through the air before quickly fading and falling down.

When Patriarch Lingxu of the Great Dao Sect flew in like a rainbow close to the ground, he witnessed this very scene.

The form of the Six Armed Divine Man burst apart with a loud sound.

Patriarch Qingmu was also thrown backward, his robe torn with several rips.

"How dare you, young one?"

Patriarch Lingxu snorted coldly, shaking his hand as a small light purple square plate flew out.

As soon as the square plate slipped from his hand, countless intricate patterns quickly intertwined on its surface, with streams of light flowing.

In the blink of an eye, electric light swirled, and violet lightning gathered crazily above the square plate.

The wild violet lightning made the endless sea of clouds appear light purple.

In the intense purple light.

That round disk quickly grew to the size of a small half-palace giant purple lightning, striking towards Qiao Mu.

Nine Immortal Gates is far from being closely connected; in fact, a major reason why Patriarch Lingxu has been unable to focus on his training these days is because of Patriarch Qingmu.

But he only took one look and made the same judgment as Patriarch Qingmu.

"The Qiao family member is the biggest trouble and unknown factor!"

At the same time.

In another direction of Lingxiao Treasure Hall, a figure appeared from the swirling mist, a handsome young master with ruby red lips and white teeth.

"Friend Qingmu, it seems you made a wrong move this time and ended up like this," the young master smiled faintly.

In the boundless sea of clouds outside Lingxiao Treasure Hall.

The Ancestor of the Sword Sect, who had hidden his figure with a precious talisman, suddenly felt a twitch in his eye.

He could naturally see that.

The young ancestor of the Long Life Gate did not arrive at the same time as Patriarch Lingxu of the Great Dao Sect.

What a coincidence could there be in this world…

The young ancestor had actually arrived long ago, but like him, had hidden his figure in some way, quietly concealing himself near the Lingxiao Treasure Hall.

Thinking of this, he felt even more fear in his heart.

It is indeed extremely difficult for him, at the Tao Achieving Stage, to interfere in the battle of these several Mahayana cultivators…

"But now this fight is coming to an end. With the three great Mahayana cultivators gathered at the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, who could possibly oppose them?"

The Ancestor of the Sword Sect sighed.

The young master reached out his palm, and suddenly, a huge blood-red hand, as massive as a mountain, descended from the sky, reaching for Patriarch Qingmu.

Two Mahayana cultivators acted at the same time, and in an instant, the Lingxiao Treasure Hall was shrouded in bloodlight and purple light.

Although the two were actually enemies, at this moment they moved together in perfect harmony; one blocked Qiao Mu’s path while the other reached for Patriarch Qingmu.

Trying to kill Patriarch Qingmu, whose protective clothing was on the verge of breaking, right under their noses meant facing the full force of both of them at once.

A raging wind pressed down with such intensity that it nearly suffocated, causing the broken walls in the hall to sway, with swirling clouds moving like monstrous waves.

Only the corpse of the Heavenly Emperor on the throne remained still, like an unchanging rock in the midst of a storm.

Qiao Mu also raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

"Now you want to save someone? It’s too late."

Facing the two Mahayana cultivators who had appeared at the same time, Qiao Mu made his choice.

"Heavenly Demon Disintegration Method!"

Qiao Mu’s robe swayed without wind, while his frosty white hair danced like ribbons behind his head.

The violent True strength surged within him, turning into deep red blood in the blink of an eye. His immense True strength, already as powerful as ocean waves, increased five times in just one breath!

The blood-colored True strength formed a heavy whirlwind around his body, causing the surrounding mist to swirl wildly.

With a powerful stomp, he ignored the huge lightning ball coming towards him.

At the same moment, a giant made of flesh and blood, towering one hundred meters, stepped forward and embraced the massive purple lightning like it was the rising sun, spreading his arms wide.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle.

Amid the continuous sounds, the towering figure, originally a hundred meters tall, became charred and vaporized in the immense purple lightning, gradually shrinking.

And Qiao Mu moved too.

And behind Qiao Mu, dense pores burst forth with streams of air, while his feet executed the Heavenly Dragon Eight Steps, his figure flashing by like a quick light.

Whoosh!

Arriving first, the true strength surrounding him swirled in the air like ribbons.

With a powerful punch, the roaring true strength crashed down like a landslide and a raging sea, shattering the giant blood hand of the young patriarch.

His figure quickly chased after the flying Patriarch Qingmu, his five fingers slightly expanding as they reached out to grasp Patriarch Qingmu’s face.

Gripping tightly, he pressed down.

Patriarch Qingmu’s face was forcefully pushed downward by the overwhelming power, colliding violently with the ground of Lingxiao Treasure Hall, resembling white jade.

His skin trembled violently in the wind, and the moment his facial bones hit the ground, they began to deform, shatter, and twist, all in an instant, leaving his face unrecognizable.

With a thunderous bang!

The ground did not collapse; it simply sank a little.

Just a wave of air two or three meters high, like a tsunami, suddenly swept through the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, blowing past Patriarch Lingxu, who had just reached the entrance, making his robes flap loudly.

The mist that surrounded the Lingxiao Treasure Hall was briefly blown away again, revealing broken walls and ruins, and the figure of Patriarch Qingmu, who lay at Qiao Mu’s feet.

"The source of the Jiu Province incense path…" Qiao Mu squinted and raised his right leg high.

"Let’s end this." He struck down like a battle axe, hitting Patriarch Qingmu on the back of the head, nearly driving him into the ground.

With a loud roar, the wave of air spread out again, revealing a tide of blood-red True strength.

Patriarch Qingmu’s body was pressed tightly against the floor of the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, completely shattered into chunks of blood and bone.

"And now…" Qiao Mu lifted his foot and stood firmly, looking at the newly arrived Great Dao Sect Patriarch Lingxu and Patriarch Changsheng.

"It’s your turn."

As the light fog rose with the wind, the hundred-meter-tall giant made of flesh and blood suddenly fell, crashing into the sea of clouds and creating a wave of mist.

In the distance, within the sea of clouds, the Ancestor of the Sword Sect carefully dodged the falling giant, unable to help but move a little farther away from the Lingxiao Treasure Hall.

Before, he had thought about coming here, wondering if he could set a trap to catch something unaware.

But now he just hoped… that these people’s fight wouldn’t reach him, and that he could find a quiet place in this heavenly realm to calmly practice.