CHAPTER 365: CHAPTER 335: UNPARALLELED IN THE CLAN!

Wei Wujie called out and immediately charged to the forefront. His dragon form lashed out. Its terrifying Dragon Power, seemingly capable of rending mountains and shattering peaks, annihilated endless voids as it ferociously barreled towards Qi Xiu, carrying immense Vigor.

Shaking his head and seeing his Master had spoken, Qi Xiu knew that today’s fight could not be avoided.

"Then today, Qi Someone shall experience the abilities of my esteemed senior brothers and sisters," he said.

With a glint in his eye, Qi Xiu swept out his great sleeve. A massive palm, formed from billowing purple fire, covered the sky and crashed towards the dragon tail Wei Wujie had whipped at him.

CRACK! An explosive sound echoed.

An almost tangible, ring-shaped shockwave of residual power swept out, blasting open layer upon layer of distorted, warped void.

Wei Wujie was sent tumbling back. His thousand-meter-long dragon body was instantly ignited by the purple fire, transforming into a wailing fire dragon as its body began to gradually shrink.

After Qi Xiu had cultivated the Hunyuan Myriad Laws Immortal Body, the power of the Purple Slaughter True Fire had also skyrocketed. A single spark was capable of burning a hundred miles of land; it was extremely yang and extremely rigid. Beyond the extreme temperature, there was an additional, extremely oppressive Divine Marvel. Once burned by the Purple Slaughter True Fire for an extended period, all the power one possessed would be extinguished by its Extreme Yang Force. No matter how strong a Divine Marvel or physique, given enough time, it would be incinerated.

Under the command of the Formless Fire Emperor, the Fiery Energy was directed as easily as one moved their own limbs.

That palm strike, which had appeared ordinary, was in fact the simultaneous detonation of hundreds of Purple Slaughter True Fires, its power ineffable.

Seeing Qi Xiu repel Wei Wujie with a single palm, Nangong Qingqiu’s eyes sparkled. Her Longsword surged with thunderous light, and her figure suddenly became blurry and dim.

"Little Junior Brother indeed has formidable skills," she commented.

With a light shout, Nangong Qingqiu stepped forward. With each step she took, the surrounding light dimmed further, as if all heavens and earth were on the verge of sinking into Eternal Night. Only the Longsword, with its resounding thunder sound, flickered uncertainly in this darkness, elusive and unpredictable.

"It seems Second Senior Sister has also turned misfortune into a blessing, using this move skillfully," Qi Xiu commented, having realized Nangong Qingqiu was utilizing the Spirit of Night Travel’s Divine Marvel. He praised her even as his own figure suddenly vanished.

"Hm?"

Her gaze sharpening, Nangong Qingqiu immediately released her Divine Sense. The boundless darkness surged wildly like a tidal wave, searching for traces of Qi Xiu.

But at that moment, a long, slowly undulating figure suddenly brushed past her.

Feeling a sense of alarm, Nangong Qingqiu swung her Longsword instinctively, only to find her hand slicing through empty air. Her Longsword had mysteriously vanished. At her feet, a pitch-black, viscous abyss seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. The ink-like waters, fluid as if alive, crawled up her legs, seeking to engulf her.

"What is this..." she murmured.

Suddenly feeling mentally exhausted and drowsy, Nangong Qingqiu tried to free herself, only to find her eyes closing unwillingly.

Externally, the pervasive, surging darkness slowly dissipated.

Qi Xiu stood with folded sleeves. Behind him, a Mo Jiao that was already seventy to eighty percent dragon-like, was crouched on his shoulder. Its ink-green, jade-like cold eyes reflected Nangong Qingqiu opposite him.

Compared to the pure and singular nature of the Purple Tiger’s Purple Slaughter True Fire, the Mo Jiao’s abilities had always been intricate and complex. However, after ingesting a vast amount of Yin Yang Qi, it had evolved the power of Yin Yang and underwent a transformation to reveal its core Divine Marvel: [Murky Dragon Abyss].

This gloomy and filthy pool of extreme Yin water did not exist in reality; it was intangible and ethereal, with form yet formless. Once pulled into it by the Mo Jiao, one would instantly be subjected to the erosion of the Black Turbid Ruishui River. It caused living beings to sink into oblivion and dead things to decay; it was extremely insidious.

Wei Wujie wailed loudly as the purple fire burned him, his massive dragon form gradually collapsing under the suppression of the Extreme Yang Force.

Nangong Qingqiu, trapped in the Murky Dragon Abyss, struggled fruitlessly.

In the twinkling of an eye, the two who had moved against Qi Xiu were restrained.

The remaining Li Jun, Song Guanjia, Gan Xingba, and Ge Ping watched, stunned. They exchanged glances, finally understanding why their Master had instructed the six of them to fight one.

"What are you waiting for? Let’s go!" Li Jun said with a helpless smile, prompting the others to strike, all of them targeting Qi Xiu together.

Through Ghostly Underworld Thunder!

Li Jun was the first to strike. He formed over a hundred ancient and complex Dharma Seals. His ten fingers turned a blue-black, taking on a crystal-like Divine Marvel state, and from their tips, he unleashed hair-thin, yet eerily pervasive Lei Mang.

"This isn’t our sect’s Thunder Magic, is it?" asked Qi Xiu with narrowed eyes, noting the unusual nature of the Lei Mang cast by Li Jun.

"Correct," Li Jun replied loudly. "This is a Thunder Magic I, your Third Senior Brother, created myself. It doesn’t harm the physical body but specifically targets the soul. Little Junior Brother, be careful!" He was born with a Ming Body, possessing an extraordinarily strong soul that carried Strange Force. Capitalizing on these advantages, he had integrated the sect’s Thunder Talismans with his own Divine Marvel. The Through Ghostly Underworld Thunder he created was a strange Thunder Magic specifically aimed at attacking the soul.

HISS—

Unlike the grand, overwhelming roar of ordinary Thunder Magic, Through Ghostly Underworld Thunder was silent and instantaneous, striking as soon as he moved.

Before Li Jun’s voice had even faded, the thunder had already struck Qi Xiu heavily.

In an instant, Lei Mang raged, surging violently!

Completely enveloped by this Through Ghostly Underworld Thunder, the hair-thin Lei Mang pierced directly into Qi Xiu’s glabella, into his Ancestral Aperture, seeking to strike his soul.

"He’s hit!" Li Jun shouted, full of confidence in his Through Ghostly Underworld Thunder. "Struck by my Through Ghostly Underworld Thunder, his soul will be paralyzed. He won’t recover for some time!"

Yet, the next second, Qi Xiu, who had taken the Through Ghostly Underworld Thunder head-on, remained calm. A faint light suddenly flashed between his brows.

He had cultivated [Yama’s Golden Chapter] and attained the Yama Golden Body. He presided loftily in Yama’s Great Hall, with tens of thousands of souls bowing in worship before its dais.

Li Jun’s Through Ghostly Underworld Thunder was indeed strange and difficult to defend against. However, for Qi Xiu, let alone the inherent formidability of his Yama Golden Body, even the tens of thousands of souls kneeling in worship before the dais could have easily blocked this Lei Mang.