815: Chapter 804 The Holy Son vs. the True Disciple!

In the Void Realm, the figures of Lu Wushuang and the other three appeared on the battlefield.

Their Auras intertwined, forming an invisible pressure that bore down on the enemy.

Feng Lie waved his palm, and a giant hammer appeared in his hand—the giant hammer was pitch black, its head as large as a peck measure, with thousands of wind and thunder patterns flowing across its surface, emitting a heart-stopping pressure.

On the giant hammer, the power of wind and thunder surged, like countless silver spirit snakes winding and slithering across the hammer's body.

"Mere Seventh-Rank Low-Grade Spirit Array, break for me—!"

Feng Lie raised the giant hammer high, his Qi and blood surging throughout his body, flowing out from within and pouring into the giant hammer.

The giant hammer grew larger at a speed visible to the naked eye!

From normal size to the size of a house, from the size of a house to the size of a mountain—in the blink of an eye, the giant hammer grew to a full hundred meters in height!

The hundred-meter giant hammer, like a black mountain, hovered in the Void Realm, emitting an Aura capable of destroying the heavens and extinguishing the earth.

Immediately, the giant hammer smashed down toward the area where the Thick Earth Trap Array was located!

Wherever the giant hammer passed, space trembled violently, creating layers of black ripples, as if it would shatter at any moment.

The power of wind and thunder whistled around the giant hammer, emitting sharp, explosive sounds like thunderclaps.

And the Martial Artists in the Thick Earth Trap Array area, even the Peak Grandmaster powerhouses, felt filled with helplessness in the face of this strike!

This giant hammer is so powerful!

The power of that strike had already exceeded the scope of an ordinary Peak Grandmaster.

Even they dared not face this giant hammer head-on.

However, just as the giant hammer was about to reach the Thick Earth Trap Array, a blue figure suddenly appeared beneath it!

Senior Disciple Wen Ya's figure stepped out from the Void Realm, silent and soundless, yet carrying an undeniable sense of presence.

In his hand, he held a white Spirit Brush, its shaft as white and lustrous as jade, its tip as soft as silk, emitting a faint spiritual light.

Senior Disciple Wen Ya looked at the giant hammer before him, lightly tapping it with the white Spirit Brush in his hand—the action was understated, as if dotting a stroke on a scroll.

The brush tip landed on the giant hammer, silent and soundless, yet carrying an invisible force.

The giant hammer's downward momentum instantly froze.

It stopped in mid-air, unable to advance or retreat.

No matter how Feng Lie applied force or drove the power of wind and thunder, it was of no use!

That giant hammer seemed as if it had been nailed in the air, motionless.

A faint light lit up on the Spirit Brush in Senior Disciple Wen Ya's hand, the tip quickly tracing over the giant hammer, leaving silver trails in the air that formed a complex rune.

Finally, with one stroke—the character " shock" (Quake) took shape in the air!

The " shock" character was entirely silver-white, its brushwork vigorous and powerful, its Aura magnificent.

And the moment the " shock" character formed, that wind and thunder giant hammer was instantly sent flying!

The giant hammer was like being struck by an invisible giant hand, rolling backward through the air at an astonishing speed, accompanied by a whistling wind.

The immense impact force from the giant hammer sent Feng Lie flying as well!

His body, pulled by the giant hammer, flew backward uncontrollably, like a fallen leaf swept up by a gale.

Feng Lie's body flew backward through the Void Realm for several hundred meters before finally stopping.

At this moment, his face was pale, his breathing rapid, and his eyes were filled with shock.

Immediately, he spat out a mouthful of blood—scarlet blood sprayed in the air.

Feng Lie looked from afar at the blue figure in the distance, a trace of Battle Intent rising in his eyes, along with a trace of fear.

The Battle Intent was because—this opponent was so strong, worthy of him going all out, and promised a hearty fight!

The fear was because—he was afraid of being beaten to death by the opponent!

The opponent could send him flying so casually; their strength could not be underestimated.

That kind of power, that kind of method, that kind of composure—it felt like they were not on the same level at all.

Qin Yan, watching from below, felt that this way Senior Disciple Wen Ya attacked was very special, and also very familiar!

That Spirit Brush, those characters, those runes—they were almost cut from the same mold as Su Qingwan's.

Su Qingwan also used a brush, also used characters, and also used runes.

Their attacking methods seemed to come from the same source, as if they were from the same school.

"Could Brother Senior Disciple Wen Ya also be from the Book Sect?" Qin Yan couldn't help but speculate, a flash of curiosity in his eyes.

The Book Sect—that was the Holy Land for Spiritual Power Cultivators, a super faction that used characters as weapons and scrolls as techniques.

Su Qingwan came from the Book Sect, and Senior Disciple Wen Ya also came from the Book Sect?

Lu Wushuang looked at the robes Senior Disciple Wen Ya was wearing, and his expression gradually became serious.

Taixuan Holy Land True Disciple—that blue robe was the mark of a Taixuan Holy Land True Disciple.

Every Taixuan Holy Land True Disciple was a carefully selected elite, every one a Genius with extraordinary talent.

How could such an existence appear in a small place like Yuntai Academy?

"How could a True Disciple of the Taixuan Holy Land assist Yuntai Academy? This is troublesome! What are those intelligence personnel doing? They didn't even report such important news!"

Lu Wushuang couldn't help but curse inwardly, a flash of anger in his eyes.

Their Heavenly Sword Sect's intelligence network had always been known for its accuracy.

But this time, they hadn't received news in advance that a Taixuan Holy Land Disciple would come to assist.

This was the dereliction of duty by the intelligence personnel, a failure in their preparatory work.

However, what Lu Wushuang didn't know was—Qin Yan and Senior Disciple Wen Ya had arrived at Yuntai Academy almost at the last minute; let alone the intelligence personnel, even Yun Yazi, this Elder of Yuntai Academy, had not expected Taixuan Holy Land Disciples to come.

They had come suddenly, in a rush, without giving anyone time to prepare.

At this time, after Feng Lie had adjusted his Aura, he also returned to the ranks.

However, his face no longer held that arrogant and domineering air from before.

He stood silently behind Lu Wushuang, saying nothing, like a frost-bitten eggplant.

"In a moment, leave this Taixuan Holy Land Disciple to me. You three, go all out and capture this Yuntai Academy as quickly as possible."

Lu Wushuang said.

After speaking, his gaze fell on Senior Disciple Wen Ya, his golden Sword Intent surging around him.

Today, he would test just how much substance this Taixuan Holy Land True Disciple had!

Heavenly Sword Sect Saint vs. Taixuan Holy Land True Disciple—who was stronger and who was weaker could only be known after fighting.

"Good."

The other three agreed.

Lu Wushuang would deal with Senior Disciple Wen Ya, while the three of them would be responsible for breaking through Yuntai Academy's defensive line.

Each had their own duties, with a clear division of labor.

Seeing this, Lu Wushuang held his golden spirit sword, flashed his figure, and went straight to the Void Realm where Senior Disciple Wen Ya was.

Immediately, a golden Sword Qi was unleashed!

The Sword Qi was incomparably sharp, tearing through the Void Realm with a piercing sound, slashing rapidly toward Senior Disciple Wen Ya.

Senior Disciple Wen Ya waved the Spirit Brush in his hand, a faint light erupting as he lightly tapped the tip in the Void Realm.

A silver light surged from the brush tip, blooming in the Void Realm like a white lotus.