290: Chapter 288 This is a completely suicidal fighting style

Light and shadow continued to flow within the Crystal Corridor, the surrounding images enveloping everyone as if they were happening in reality.

The elegant scholar holding the Formation Plate let out a sharp cry, and his two brothers didn't hesitate for a second, immediately assuming the most perfect defensive stances.

During this brief pause, the thick mist above the Immortal Transformation Pool was forcibly torn apart by an invisible, violent force.

Three Reaperss, clad in grey robes with their faces completely hidden under hoods, hovered in mid-air like ghosts.

There was no vitality belonging to the living on them, only the extremely pure Law of death aimed at obliterating all living beings.

"It is rare for prey to detect an abnormality. Execute clearing."

The Grey-Robed Figure in the center spoke in a mechanical voice devoid of emotion. As his words fell, he slowly raised a withered palm.

In an instant, the entire Immortal Transformation Pool suddenly boiled. The original seven-colored glow peeled away entirely, revealing a pitch-black swamp below that emitted a nauseating stench of decay.

From that viscous black mud, hundreds of black chains condensed from pure Laws of death burst from the water, accompanied by the shriek of tearing through the Void Realm, strangling toward the three brothers below from all directions.

"Form the array!"

The elegant scholar's eyes widened, and his hands rapidly shifted through hand seals in front of him.

The ancient Formation Plate held in his palm erupted with brilliant golden light, and eight palm-sized Formation Flags shot out like bolts of lightning, firmly pinning themselves into eight positions around the trio.

"Eight-Gate Golden Lock, Taiji Defending the Heavens!"

With a long cry from the scholar, a hemispherical golden light shield instantly took shape, firmly protecting the three of them in the center.

Intricate Daoist runes flowed across the surface of the light shield, constantly flickering in and out of existence, attempting to neutralize the terrifying killing intent from the outside.

"Third Brother, protect the Formation eye! Leave these rats who hide their heads and tails to me!"

The burly Body Cultivator with bulging muscles let out a wild roar.

His feet violently crushed the jade ground beneath him. Using this violent reactionary force, he charged directly to the front of the golden light shield like a meteor burning with crimson blood-qi flames.

"Eight Desolations Prison-Suppressing Body, open!"

The large Body Cultivator's body expanded by a full circle in an instant, and dense dark-gold divine runes appeared on his originally bronze skin, as if he had donned a layer of indestructible primordial divine armor.

He had no Magic Treasure; he relied solely on this peerless Physical Body that had undergone twelve hundred years of tempering and was strong enough to withstand the Nine-Fold Heavenly Tribulation.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Countless black chains lashed violently against the golden light shield, and the grand Formation emitted a series of intense, overburdened roars. Ripples spread across the surface of the light shield, threatening to collapse at any moment.

Just as the thickest Law chain was about to pierce through the Formation's defense, the burly Body Cultivator's eyes glared wide. He thrust his arms forward and actually caught that chain, which contained the Law of obliteration, with his bare hands!

"Break for me!"

Veins bulged on his arms like coiled dragons writhing under his skin.

Even though the deathly aura attached to the chain was frantically corroding his palms, even exposing the bone, he showed no sign of retreating.

He roared, and with pure, extreme physical brute force, he forcibly snapped that Law chain in half!

Outside the corridor, Su Lin stood with his hands behind his back, his deep gaze fixed on the battle within the light and shadow.

"What a powerful Physical Body, and what decisive judgment."

Su Lin nodded slightly, his words carrying undisguised admiration. "This Body Cultivator's control over his own power has reached the Transcendent stage.

He didn't choose to blindly resist. He struck precisely when the chain was about to pierce the Formation's weakest node, neutralizing the most fatal crisis with the smallest price."

Su Hongling stood to the side carrying her great sword. Watching the burly Body Cultivator's figure fighting a bloody battle, she felt the warlike blood within her body boiling.

Also being a Cultivator on the path of physical sanctification, she knew all too well how much courage and foundation were required to catch those high-dimensional Law chains with bare hands.

"This man is a real man!"

Su Hongling evaluated loudly. "This hard-body kung fu was definitely forged step by step through blood; there's nothing superficial about it!"

The battle in the light and shadow continued, becoming even more tragic.

Seeing the chains blocked, the three Grey-Robed Figures also seemed to lose their patience.

The three of them reached out simultaneously, working together to condense a thousand-foot-long grey giant blade in mid-air that emitted an aura of annihilation.

The giant blade hovered in the sky, carrying a terrifying pressure sufficient to split the entire Ascension Reception Platform in two, and slashed down fiercely at the three below.

"Big Brother! Three feet at the Xun position, break its edge!"

In the center of the Formation, the elegant scholar was bleeding from his seven orifices as he strained to calculate the trajectory of this killing blow.

His eyes were bloodshot from the overloaded calculations, but the moment the giant blade fell, he called out a position with absolute precision.

"Understood!"

The green-robed Sword Cultivator, who had been gathering strength, finally moved.

He didn't let out any world-shaking roars, nor did he perform any flashy or complex sword techniques.

At this moment, he seemed to completely merge into the surrounding heaven and earth, transforming into an unadorned yet extremely sharp sword.

"Canglang One Qi, Slash!"

The green-robed Sword Cultivator flicked his wrist slightly, and the ancient sword that had accompanied him for over a thousand years slashed upward diagonally.

This strike appeared ordinary, without even stirring up a storm of Sword Qi.

But in the eyes of Su Lin and the others, this strike was stunning to the extreme.

Wherever the sword's edge passed, space was smoothly sliced open, and all Spiritual Qi and Laws retreated of their own accord before this strike.

The tip of the sword pierced precisely three feet into the Xun position of the thousand-foot grey giant blade.

That was exactly the only gap where the powers of the three Grey-Robed Figures converged, and it was also the Formation eye of the entire attack.

"Clang!"

A clear and spirited sword chime echoed through the clouds.

The moment it was struck by the sword tip, the internal energy balance of the grey giant blade, which carried the power to destroy heaven and earth, was completely destroyed. It collapsed with a bang, turning into a sky full of grey light rain that scattered over the Immortal Transformation Pool.

"Beautiful." Su Lin's eyes flashed with brilliance, and he couldn't help but praise, "The cooperation of these three is truly exquisite."

He turned to look at the female Disciples behind him, his tone carrying a rare sense of instruction.

"Look closely. As the brain of the team, that Formation Master can ignore the threat of death under extreme pressure and precisely calculate the fatal weakness of the enemy's attack.

The Body Cultivator, as the sturdiest shield, used his own flesh and blood to buy this fleeting time for his companion to calculate. And this Sword Cultivator is the sharpest spear; he has absolute trust in his two brothers that transcends life and death.

As soon as the Formation Master called out the position, he didn't have a single shred of hesitation, condensing his entire spirit and energy into one sword strike for a lethal blow."

Su Lin's voice echoed in the corridor, striking the hearts of every disciple.

"This kind of combat literacy, this kind of tacit understanding where they entrust their lives to each other, is not something that can be achieved overnight.

This is an instinct honed from the sea of corpses and blood through countless back-to-back bloody battles during their twelve hundred years.

The Qi of the three of them has long since merged into one; if one is hit, all three share the burden; if one strikes with a sword, all three contribute their strength.

This, is the true Dao of combined attacks."

Luo Ximei and Mu Qingxue glanced at each other, both seeing a touch of solemnity in the other's eyes.

They considered their own strength to be unrivaled in the Lower Realm and feared no one in a one-on-one fight, but when it came to this kind of unreserved trust and cooperation, they were indeed far inferior to the three brothers in the images.

The situation in the image changed rapidly.

The three Grey-Robed Figures obviously didn't expect that these three ants from the Lower Realm, who had just ascended and hadn't even absorbed any Immortal Qi, could continuously break their methods of obliteration.

"Variable too great, activate [All-Spirit Slaying Formation]."

The leader of the Grey-Robed Figures' voice became even colder. The three figures instantly scattered, occupying the three positions of Heaven, Earth, and Man above the Immortal Transformation Pool.

As the hand seals in their hands changed, the entire Ascension Reception Platform vibrated violently.

The mountain-like piles of remains at the bottom of the dried-up pool suddenly ignited with eerie green ghost fires. The resentment of countless ascenders who had died here was forcibly awakened, turning into a sky-blotting grey-black storm that completely swallowed the three brothers.

This was no longer a simple energy attack, but an absolute crushing on a dimensional level.

The grey-black storm contained the Law of annihilation unique to the Upper Realm, frantically stripping away the vitality within the Formation's light shield.

"Puff!"

The elegant scholar controlling the Formation was the first to succumb to this dimensional blow, violently spitting out a large mouthful of blood mixed with internal organ fragments. The Formation Plate in his hand made an overburdened cracking sound, and the golden light shield rapidly dimmed, threatening to go out at any moment.

"Third Brother!"

The burly Body Cultivator's eyes nearly split from rage. He suddenly turned around and shielded the staggering scholar beneath his own broad chest.

"Big Brother, Third Brother can't hold on anymore! This ghostly wind is draining our Lifespan!"

The large man roared fiercely. His skin, which was as hard as divine iron, actually began to show large areas of greyish decay and withered under the erosion of the storm.

A look of determined sorrow flashed in the green-robed Sword Cultivator's eyes. He looked at the surrounding sky-blotting Law storm that simply couldn't be cut through, knowing deep down that today was a situation of certain death.

"Second Brother, Third Brother."

The Sword Cultivator's voice was unusually calm. He slowly turned around to look at his two brothers, who had shared life and death with him, a look of relief appearing on his face.

"The three of us rose from nothing and stepped through a sea of corpses and blood. To have reached this step is already enough."

He gripped the sword hilt with a reverse grip and slashed his left palm fiercely with the sword's edge. Crimson essence blood gushed out, instantly staining the ancient sword blade red.

"Even if we die today, the backbone of us Lower Realm Cultivators must never break before these hypocritical Immortals!"

Hearing this, the burly Body Cultivator let out a shrill, long howl like a tiger at the end of its path.

"Big Brother is right! If we're going to die, the three of us will die gloriously! Let's knock out a few teeth from these bastards!"

The large man didn't hesitate at all. He violently bit the tip of his tongue and directly ignited his Origin essence blood and all his Lifespan, which he had cultivated for a thousand years. A pillar of crimson energy, so violent it even slightly exceeded the limits of this realm, erupted from his body.

"Blood-Burning Armor, Eternal Imperishability!"

The large man gathered all of this terrifying power, exchanged for his life, into his arms. He thrust out his hands, firmly grabbing the edges of the frantically shrinking grey-black storm on both sides. With pure physical power, he actually tore a gap several yards wide in the Law storm that was enough to shred the Void Realm!

"Big Brother! Do it! I can only hold for half a breath!" The large man was covered in blood, his skin peeling away in pieces under the cutting of the storm, revealing pale bones, but his iron-pillar-like legs remained firmly pinned to the ground, not retreating a single step.

"This old man will stabilize this space!"

The elegant scholar also made the most tragic choice. A look of determination flashed in his eyes, and he threw the life-bound Formation Plate that had accompanied him all his life high into the air.

"With my Divine Soul as a sacrifice, seal the heavens and lock the earth!"

The scholar's body instantly ignited with eerie blue Soul fire. He directly sacrificed his Divine Soul Origin. The Formation Plate exploded in mid-air, turning into countless golden rune chains that pinned themselves into the Void Realm positions where the three Grey-Robed Figures were, completely sealing off the space in this area.

This was a completely suicidal fighting style!

Outside the corridor, Chu Weiwei covered her mouth tightly to keep herself from crying out. She watched with her own eyes as the scholar's body turned bit by bit into ashes under the burning of the Soul fire, yet he maintained his hand-seal posture throughout, without the slightest retreat.

"This is their counterattack..." Su Lin's gaze was deep, his hands behind his back, his voice carrying an air of incomparable solemnity.

In the thousandth of a second when the burly Body Cultivator tore open the storm's gap and the scholar sealed the enemy's retreat.

The green-robed Sword Cultivator moved.

He didn't look at the third brother who had already turned to ash, nor did he look at the blood-mangled second brother. In his eyes, only those three high-and-mighty Grey-Robed Figures remained.

He poured all of his cultivation, Sword Intent, and the faint Immortal Dao Laws that had just begun to take shape into that blood-stained ancient sword without reservation.

He himself transformed into an extremely pure and dazzling sword light.

Within this sword light, there was no fear of death, only ultimate anger at the injustice of fate, and the peerless sharpness belonging to a Sword Cultivator who would rather break than bend.

"Tribulation Breaker!"

Accompanied by a roar that seemed as if it would completely tear apart this sky.

The green-robed Sword Cultivator, along with his sword, transformed into a ten-thousand-foot-long piercing rainbow, passing straight through the gap torn by the burly Body Cultivator and piercing through the sealed Void Realm!

The light of this sword strike even briefly eclipsed the original seven-colored glow of the Immortal Transformation Pool.

At this moment, the image seemed to fall into absolute stillness.

"Riiip!"

A scalp-numbing sound of tearing rang out in the silence.

The Grey-Robed Figure standing at the very front didn't even have time to make any defensive move before he was split directly from his forehead down to his crotch by this brilliant sword strike.

The grey robe shattered, revealing a bizarre body as withered as dry wood. Immediately afterward, that body exploded into a cloud of grey powder under the strangulation of the violent Sword Qi.

A Reapers from the Upper Realm was actually struck down from the heavens by three newly ascended Lower Realm Cultivators, exchanging their lives for his!