This is because the palm of the bloody giant hand grasped the Nine-grade Sacred Lotus, emitting a brilliant holy light. Combining the power of the Exotic Treasure and the corrosive ability of the Blood Sea, it broke the defense of the Green Wave Furious Tide Umbrella and struck towards Dong Yu's body.
In the battle within the Blood Sea just now, Dong Yu had already been driven to exhaustion, with barely any Spiritual Power left, unable to exert much of the power of this Mid-grade Spiritual Treasure.
In contrast, Su Jie was still brimming with vitality, his spirit full and flourishing, completely different from before.
This was absolute personal strength dominance. Even though both were in the Seventh Realm of the Daoist Platform, and even with a Mid-grade Spiritual Treasure like the Green Wave Furious Tide Umbrella, Dong Yu was still far inferior to Su Jie.
Seeing this, Dong Yu was terrified.
"Hmph!"
Just when Dong Yu, the Great Elder of Guan Chao Pavilion, seemed defeated, the bizarre statue placed on the high platform suddenly lit up with a ghostly light.
Soon after, a majestic aura rose abruptly from the Lake Heart Island, the massive wind pressure crushing the high platform, turning the sculptures of ancestors into dust.
A tall figure forcefully stood behind Dong Yu protectively.
Bang!
The bloody giant palm fell with a crash, its power stripped by some rule, the blood turning into wisps of green smoke, vanishing into thin air.
"Oh, Guan Chao Pavilion truly has some hidden trump cards!"
Su Jie was puzzled and surprised at the sudden appearance of the figure.
He saw this figure, tall and slender, surrounded by a faint purple aura, wearing a moon-white wide-sleeved robe with cloud patterns, a gold-plated Restriction Talisman Sword three inches wide on his wrist, his distinct sword-shaped brows arched like an unsheathed blade.
His appearance looked to be in his sixties or seventies, but his eyes, imbued with the aura of frost and snow, showed no signs of aging. Instead, they revealed a vigorous sharpness, with a gaze that gathered lethal intent within the brows, causing intense unease.
Carefully looking him over, Su Jie felt a sense of déjà vu, and suddenly a conjecture formed in his heart.
"Master, you have finally arrived."
Dong Yu was overjoyed, kneeling before the figure.
"Fool, you can't even manage this, and the Mountain Gate got breached so quickly."
The old man spoke gruffly, scolding Dong Yu, the Great Elder of Guan Chao Pavilion, like a father reprimanding a son.
"Master, this disciple has not done well; this devil is too strong, I am no match for him."
Dong Yu bowed his head in shame. He knew his master's current state, and if it weren't a matter of life and death, he wouldn't have wished for his master to reveal himself to save the day.
"Step aside."
The old man turned, glancing coldly at Su Jie with his ghostly eyes.
"You are Su Jie, the one who sabotaged my plans?"
"Sabotaged your plans? This is the first time we've met, isn't it?"
Su Jie scrutinized him, speaking calmly.
"The Dragon Vein Crystal Fruit was supposed to be my possession. You stole part of it, otherwise, I might have already restored my full form and perhaps even reshaped my physical body today."
The old man spoke with a sharp voice, his gaze towards Su Jie filled with undisguised murderous intent.
"Oh, might you be using the Dragon Vein's power to nurture your Divine Soul, currently manifesting as a Primordial Spirit?"
Su Jie replied indifferently. This surprised the old man opposite him, evidently not expecting Su Jie to discern the truth at a glance. Although he was now a Yang God, an ethereal soul, he appeared no different from ordinary people, and few cultivators could tell he lacked a physical body.
"You have some insight, much stronger than this waste under my seat. Hmph, since that's the case, my name is Di Feng of Guan Chao Pavilion, and you have the honor to die by my hand."
"Di Feng, the former Sect Master of Guan Chao Pavilion, in the Purple Mansion Realm?"
Su Jie immediately understood the old man's background.
There was once a sect war between Qing Province's Fire Cloud Palace and Qingzhou's Guan Chao Pavilion. The Purple Mansion Realm ancestors of both sects fought to the end. The Fire Cloud Palace ancestor died on the spot, and the ancestor of Guan Chao Pavilion, Di Feng, returned to Guan Chao Pavilion only to pass away a few days later from his severe injuries.
It now seemed that the rumors were inaccurate; Di Feng didn't die from his wounds. Instead, he had barely survived and continued to live in the state of a Divine Soul.
A Purple Mansion Realm cultivator who had cultivated a Yang God; a Yang God who could walk under the sun. It seems the other side wouldn't hide in this Underground Palace unless their Yang God wasn't severely damaged.
"Upon seeing the Purple Mansion, why not pay respects?"
Di Feng's perpetually half-closed eyelids suddenly lifted, his voice booming like Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, exceedingly intimidating.
If it were any ordinary cultivator, they might be frightened into kneeling down. Purple Mansion cultivators stand at the pinnacle of the Da Li Dynasty, each one an unparalleled genius, an unparalleled powerhouse, practitioners who have cultivated the Yang God, condensed Dharma Forms, standard-bearers at the pinnacle of endless cultivation.
"I pay respects to your grandmother. A mere Purple Mansion, without even a physical body, why pretend at all?"
Su Jie was amused, his expression one of seeing a fool, as if Di Feng truly believed his own importance.
However, Su Jie's act of disdain thoroughly angered Di Feng.
"Ignorant brat, since that's the case, let me show you the power of the Purple Mansion, so you understand the gap between us. Even with only the Yang God, I can suppress you with one hand."
Di Feng held one hand behind him, pointing forward with the other.
Ripples appeared in the void, an aura of the Tao River emerging, vast Spiritual Power, Yang God, and Tao rules. Di Feng's whole being seemed drawn into a black hole vortex, blending with countless rule forces, finally transforming into a ferocious creature.
This creature was no taller than five zhang, as tiger-like as a leopard, dragon-like in head and tail, both gold and jade in color, with wings unable to spread on its shoulders, and a horn curving backward on its head.
"This is the Pixiu Dharma Form, ignorant brat, your first time witnessing it, right? Bring out your Blood Sea Demon Skill, I'll let you die with satisfaction."
The Pixiu Dharma Form, transformed by Di Feng, roared. The Dharma Form is the weaponization of the Yang God, the most common and powerful attack method for Purple Mansion cultivators.
Even a Dao Platform Realm cultivator stands no chance before a Yang God Dharma Form, only to be crushed.
As soon as the Pixiu Dharma Form appeared, the void became extremely chaotic. The Spiritual Power that enveloped Su Jie was like being absorbed into a black hole, rapidly draining away.
This is the innate ability of the Pixiu Dharma Form, only intake and no output, capable of devouring most attacks as well as the Spiritual Power within Su Jie.
Even if Su Jie transforms into a Blood Sea, given time, the Pixiu Dharma Form can devour it without returning anything, directly consuming it without giving Su Jie a chance for resurrection or reconstruction. This is why Di Feng, knowing Su Jie possesses the Blood Sea Devouring Sky Demon Skill, dares to be unafraid, as he naturally counters it.
"You call me a brat, yet you merely rely on the Yang God Dharma Form."
Su Jie laughed, refraining from using the Blood Sea Devouring Sky Demon Skill, instead wiping between his eyes with his fingers, splitting open his brow!
Along with it, an even more tumultuous aura of the great Tao expanded instantly.
The spectral image of the Chaos Dharma appeared, bearing double wings, without limbs, like a rotund mountain ball, the single eye in the middle radiating.
In that instant, a more surging and magnificent presence of the Tao arena spread over; it carried the momentum of a gale of dragon tornado as the sky dome suddenly cracked with cobweb-like purple patterns, while the bluestone slabs beneath trembled and arched.
The appearance of the Chaos Dharma Form, with its formidable presence, rendered the Pixiu a mere firefly before the bright moon; in size, strength, and aura, they were on entirely different levels.
Though one Yang God was severely damaged and the other newly cultivated, they seemed equally matched. Nevertheless, Su Jie's Yang God was entrenched in boundless faith-based power.
Though one Yang God was severely damaged and the other newly cultivated, they seemed equally matched. Nevertheless, Su Jie's Yang God was entrenched in boundless faith.
Though one Yang God was severely damaged and the other newly cultivated, they seemed equally matched. Nevertheless, Su Jie's Yang God was entrenched in boundless faith.
Though one Yang God was severely damaged and the other newly cultivated, they seemed equally matched. Nevertheless, Su Jie's Yang God was entrenched in boundless faith.
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