When the Chaos Dharma Form appeared in the world, Di Feng, who had transformed into a Pixiu, changed his expression. He looked at the Chaos Dharma Form in a daze, his eyes almost popping out.

"Yang God, you've actually cultivated the Yang God, how is this possible, you're clearly just in the Taoist Platform Realm."

Di Feng's originally proud mindset slightly collapsed. He thought he was only dealing with a Taoist Platform Realm devil, only to realize upon exchanging blows that the opponent's shell contained a Yang God.

"Who said that only the Purple Mansion can cultivate the Yang God."

Su Jie sneered twice, not giving Di Feng any chance to babble further.

The winged Chaos Dharma Form's lone eye rotated, locking onto Di Feng. The lone eye blinked slightly.

Boom!

Endless pure white brilliance filled the view, threads of light seemingly purifying the troubled world. Faintly, one could hear the holy sound of the Tao, inducing a desire to bow and submit.

The attack released by this Chaos Dharma Form manifested as a magnificent sacred white beam of light, piercing through, crushing all obstacles along the way into powder.

"Void Devour!"

Di Feng's face changed dramatically, and the five-zhang large Pixiu instantly seemed drained, leaving only a dry husk.

The Pixiu, a legendary beast that only ingests but never expels, was cultivated by Di Feng to the Purple Mansion Realm over a hundred years ago. In the Tao River, he found remnants of a Pixiu, a Tao Chaos Creature, using its imprint to refine his Yang God Dharma Image.

A century of cultivation led to profound mastery in utilizing the Pixiu Dharma Form, developing various subtle uses of the Dharma Form.

He had survived nearly perishing with the Fire Cloud Palace ancestor, living on in a wretched state all thanks to the in-and-outless trait of the Pixiu Dharma Form. Which locked the last essence of his Yang God within the Pixiu and allowed him to continuously absorb all kinds of Divine Soul Spiritual Materials from the outside world, thus surviving to this day.

Now, facing the daunting Chaos Dharma Form, Di Feng strived to stop it, hoping to find a way to break the situation.

The sacred white beam of light pierced downward, and the Pixiu's hide opened its mouth. The white beam turned into wispy smoke, dissipating into the air.

But barely holding for three seconds, the white beam shattered the Pixiu's rule, its power exceeding the Pixiu Dharma Form's tolerable limit.

Any rule depends on both parties' strength; rules only matter when strengths are similar. No strong person follows a weakling's rules.

Di Feng's Pixiu Dharma Form was too fragile, while Su Jie's Chaos Dharma Form was too strong.

Not good!

Di Feng felt something amiss in his heart, quickly dodging, but still a step too slow.

The white beam skimmed past the Pixiu Dharma Form, the terrifying power directly evaporating one-fifth of the Pixiu Dharma Form's body, causing Di Feng to shriek horribly.

Because the Dharma Form is the transformation of the Yang God, and the Yang God is the soul of the body, the Dharma Form being wounded equates to the most terrifying injuries, akin to a soul being torn apart.

The momentum of the white beam didn't stop, grazing the Pixiu before piercing the soil and rocks. A long narrow ravine was blasted open in the Lake Heart Island, splitting the Firefly Sea, revealing the lakebed's mud a hundred meters down.

The entire battlefield fell silent for a moment, both the right and evil factions turning their heads in shock, only to see a flash of white light pass, then a straight line opened the Firefly Sea in two.

This kind of power far surpassed the Heavenly Might of a Daoist Platform Realm Elder, terrifying to the point of making one's scalp tingle.

More people looked towards Lake Heart Island, where a mountain-like one-eyed Chaos Creature floated in the lair of Guan Chao Pavilion.

The Ghost Ridge Palace Disciples saw this scene and their morale soared, for atop the one-eyed Chaos Creature stood their Sect Master, which spoke volumes.

"Couldn't even withstand a single move, daring to call yourself a Purple Mansion Realm Great Power."

Su Jie's voice drifted down from the sky, looking at Di Feng as if he were already a dead man.

Though in terms of Dharma Form manipulation techniques, Su Jie was outmatched compared to Di Feng, Su Jie's Chaos Dharma Form followed the path of One Force Breaks All Techniques.

Pure power overwhelming, no matter how exquisite your techniques, all come to naught.

For instance, now, the five-zhang Pixiu is dwarfed by Su Jie's Chaos Dharma Form, which is over a hundred meters, the size difference alone distinguishes their disparity."

"If only my Yang God had fully recovered."

Di Feng's face was extremely grim, urging the Pixiu with all his strength, yet the Pixiu Dharma Form's eighteen Golden Cores were covered in cracks, allowing him to draw only the most limited power, struggling to contend with Su Jie at full might, let alone in this half-dead state.

"A weakling, just accept death, why make excuses."

Su Jie flicked his fingers, and the Pixiu Dharma Form that had appeared before him, just as it was about to deploy Divine Skills, was slapped away by the Chaos Dharma Form's wing, bursting into countless blood mists.

"Green Sea Storm Umbrella."

Di Feng grunted, waving his hand, and the Green Wave Furious Tide Umbrella in Dong Yu's hand flew into his own. This Mid-grade Spiritual Treasure was originally his Magic Artifact, now returned to its rightful owner.

Holding the Green Wave Furious Tide Umbrella, with the Heavenly Might of the Yang God, endless black water fury tides expanded swiftly, interlinking with the outside Firefly Sea to form monstrous waves hundreds of meters high, blocking out the sun and sky, rushing at Su Jie's Chaos Dharma Form. As they closed in, each surging wave transformed into a ferocious dragon's head, hundreds upon hundreds of dragon heads opened their giant mouths to bite down on the Chaos Dharma Form from all directions.

In Di Feng's hands, the Green Wave Furious Tide Umbrella, this Mid-grade Spiritual Treasure, grew even more powerful by threefold, far exceeding its use in Dong Yu's hands.

"Cut the struggling useless."

Su Jie completely ignored the monstrous waves, merely stamping his foot lightly.

Swoosh! The Chaos Dharma Form's lone eye blinked again, the white light directly evaporating the mighty ocean waves. At the same time, the Chaos Dharma Form's seventy-two Golden Cores shone brilliantly. As the weapon of the Yang God, they naturally wouldn't be easily broken; otherwise, it wouldn't be a hallmark ability of the Purple Mansion Realm.

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