238: Chapter 238 The Cold Moonlight

"How dare you!"

"You wouldn't dare!"

Two cold shouts pierced through the black mist almost simultaneously, like a collision of ice and fire, carrying the resolute determination to die rather than submit!

Although the three heavily injured individuals were covered in blood, their spiritual energy exhausted, and their Meridians shattered, not one of them chose to sit and wait for death—their unyielding pride bloomed with the most brilliant light under the shadow of death!

Jian Tanghuang's Phoenix eyes burned with the fire of determination. Her face was pale as paper, and blood continuously spilled from the corners of her mouth, staining her plain white collar, yet she still held her back straight, like a pine tree standing tall in the cold wind.

She pressed her fingers together like a sword, and the remaining Phoenix True Flame within her body instantly erupted. That flame was not scorching, but carried a holy power capable of burning away all evil, condensing into a Sword Qi as clear as moonlight!

A lifelike Phoenix phantom swirled upon the Sword Qi, shrieking as it ascended against the Void Realm, piercing straight toward the core of the demonic palm!

This was her final strike, condensing her lifelong Sword Intent and remaining life force. Even if it meant the dissipation of her body and Dao, she would leave an indelible scar upon this demonic palm—making this evil entity pay the price!

Almost simultaneously, Xuanyuan Zhanxian let out a deafening roar. The black and white sword blade in his hand suddenly erupted with boundless radiance. Black and white Sword Qi intertwined, transforming into a Sword Intent that pierced through heaven and earth—its edge exposed, as if it would sever all falsehoods in the world!

This Sword Intent was filled with tragic intensity and resolve. Ignoring the excruciating pain of his shattered Meridians, he merged with his sword, transforming into a blood-colored rainbow. Abandoning all defense, he countered attack with attack—fiercely colliding with the massive palm crushing down from above!

"How dare a demonic entity desecrate the name of Xuanyuan Zhanxian! Today, I will let you taste how my, Xuanyuan Zhanxian's, sword slays demons and eliminates devils—"

His voice was like thunder:

"Shatter, this demonic palm of yours!"

Chu Zhanxiao let out an even wilder roar that shook the surroundings. The primal Bloodline hidden within his body was thoroughly ignited by the crisis of death, his ferocity fully exposed!

The Qi and blood around his body surged like boiling lava. Ancient and mysterious battle patterns emerged on the surface of his skin, flickering with a bronze-colored light and exuding the Aura of the primordial wilderness.

He did not dodge or evade. Clenching his fists tightly, blinding lightning danced crazily upon them, like two small Lightning Tribulations, carrying a tragic Aura of advancing without retreat, as he fiercely slammed into the palm print!

"Even if I am a mantis trying to stop a chariot, I will still break a few bones of this demonic palm of yours!"

"Let you know, my, Chu Zhanxiao's, fists—"

His eyes were crimson, his voice like a great bell:

"Are harder than your demonic palm!"

The counterattacks of the three were all life-risking maneuvers. Sword light, firelight, and lightning light intertwined, blooming with a short but brilliant radiance within the pitch-black demonic mist, like meteors in the night—carrying a touch of tragic heroism and resolve, causing all the surrounding Prodigies to be stirred, their eyes filling with hot tears!

However—the chasm in Realm and the disparity in their states were ultimately impossible to overcome.

This palm strike from Saint Son Yao Wuyue was a supreme technique of the Myriad Demon Palace, with power sufficient to easily suppress and kill Cultivators of the same Realm, let alone three people who were heavily injured and dying?

The clear Sword Qi trembled violently the moment it touched the demonic palm, emitting a harsh, crackling sound of fragmentation. The Phoenix True Flame was quickly extinguished by the demonic wind, and the Sword Qi shattered in response!

Jian Tanghuang let out a muffled groan and was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, spraying a mouthful of blood that stained the ground before her—her Aura instantly weakened to the extreme!

The blood-colored rainbow collided with the demonic palm, like an egg hitting a rock. The massive demonic power instantly suppressed it. Xuanyuan Zhanxian sprayed blood wildly from his mouth, his body falling heavily and crashing to the ground, the radiance on his black and white sword blade dimming by more than half—almost extinguishing!

The blood-red light on Chu Zhanxiao's fists quickly faded under the erosion of the demonic wind, the lightning light dissipating. His arm bones emitted a teeth-grinding "creak, creak" sound, as if they would break the next second!

The immense impact force caused his legs to buckle, his knees sinking deep into the ground, causing spiderweb-like cracks to spread across the earth. Black blood continuously spilled from the corners of his mouth, yet he still gritted his teeth tightly, refusing to retreat even half a step—the fierce light in his eyes remained blazing!

Just as it seemed the three were about to be completely submerged by this destructive palm, their Divine Souls annihilated—

"Hum!"

A cold moonlight arrived first despite starting later, like a silver veil falling from the Nine Heavens, instantly unfurling to cover the three of them, soft yet resilient!

As the moonlight swirled, it emitted an extreme chill capable of freezing Divine Souls and purifying all evil. The moment the demonic palm touched the moonlight, it actually emitted a "hissing" sound of dissolution, and the pitch-black demonic wind retreated rapidly as if it had encountered its nemesis—even the black mist that blotted out the sky was torn open to reveal a gap!

It was Long Yue who had acted!

With a light wave of her slender hand, she pushed the Taiyin power of the Guanghan Immortal Palace to its limit. Wherever the moonlight reached, evil retreated, and vitality began to emerge—like salvation in the darkness!

Almost at the same time, another gray finger force seemed to emerge from the Void Realm, silent and soundless, yet carrying an Aura of death that extinguished all things, precisely pointing toward the center of Saint Son Yao Wuyue's brow!

Wherever the finger force passed, the space rippled subtly, as if even light were being swallowed. It was none other than that old woman who had been resting with her eyes closed all along!

She had actually attacked Saint Son Yao Wuyue's main body directly, employing the strategy of besieging Wei to rescue Zhao. Although the finger force was slow, it locked down all of Saint Son Yao Wuyue's trajectories for evasion—leaving him with nowhere to dodge, forcing him to take it head-on!

"Elder Yin!"

Saint Son Yao Wuyue felt the fatal threat within that finger force, his expression changing drastically. His pupils contracted into needles, and he shouted sharply, his voice carrying a trace of imperceptible fear!

The power of extinction contained within this finger force made him tremble from the depths of his Divine Soul. His palm force was already unleashed and difficult to retract, so he could only urgently summon Elder Yin to protect him—otherwise, he would surely die today!

Elder Yin, who had been waiting for the opportune moment, could finally no longer sit by. An aged and helpless sigh pierced the dead silence, like a withered leaf drifting onto a cold pool, carrying a touch of sorrow for being unable to control his own fate.

His gaunt figure suddenly vanished from where he stood, and when he reappeared, it was as if he had teleported to block the front of Saint Son Yao Wuyue. His sleeves billowed without wind, snapping loudly, and a palm as withered as old tree bark slowly reached out.

Within his palm, it seemed to contain a twisted Void Realm, pitch-black as ink. Countless tiny spatial cracks flickered within it, emitting a terrifying suction force that devoured everything—steadily meeting the old woman's finger force of extinction!

Boom—!

Hiss—!

Two completely different loud noises almost simultaneously tore through the sky of the Eternal Graveyard, shaking the mountains and rivers, causing the dark clouds to roll!

On one side, the cold moonlight laid down by Long Yue collided violently with Saint Son Yao Wuyue's pitch-black demonic palm!

The dazzling silver-white light and the churning ink-colored demonic mist instantly intertwined, like ice and fire clashing, erupting with an energy shockwave capable of destroying heaven and earth.

The cold Taiyin power and the sinister demonic power eroded and annihilated each other, emitting a harsh "hissing" sound. The shockwave centered on the point of collision, spreading crazily in all directions—the ground cracked with spiderweb-like fissures, and crushed stones and withered grass were all blown away, turning into dust filling the sky!

Long Yue's figure swayed slightly, her plain white veil lifting gently in the airflow, revealing a corner of her chin as white and glossy as jade. Her cherry lips were pressed tightly together as she bore this angry strike head-on—the curtain of moonlight remained as resilient as ice, steadily protecting the three heavily injured people below!

On the other side, Elder Yin's withered palm collided with the old woman's finger force, but there was no earth-shattering explosion, only a slight "hiss" sound like tearing silk—eerily heart-palpitating!

The space between the two suddenly collapsed and twisted, forming a brief black hole the size of a fist, pitch-black as an abyss. The surrounding light, Aura, and even energy were all crazily devoured by it—it seemed as if even time had stalled at this moment!

The next second, the black hole suddenly contracted, turning into an imperceptible point of light, and then completely calmed down, as if it had never appeared.

Elder Yin let out a muffled groan, his figure uncontrollably retreating half a step, the ground beneath his feet instantly shattering. His already dim complexion became even more gloomy as iron—a trace of black blood faintly spilled from the corner of his mouth, clearly having suffered a hidden loss in this silent collision!

The old woman remained standing quietly in place, her murky eyes as calm as an ancient well, as if she had just flicked a finger casually—without expending half a bit of effort.

Saint Son Yao Wuyue broke into a cold sweat; his clothes on his back had long been soaked through with cold sweat, clinging to his body, icy and piercing.

He had a deep appreciation for the terror of that finger force of extinction just now. If it hadn't been for Elder Yin acting in time, he would not have doubted that he would have been pierced through the brow by that finger force—his Divine Soul annihilated!

The scene fell into a deathly silence for a moment, with only the wild wind howling across the broken earth, whipping up dust that filled the sky—the atmosphere was so oppressive that it was suffocating, as if it would ignite the entire world the next second!

Saint Son Yao Wuyue's complexion was ashen as iron, staring fixedly at Long Yue and the old woman, his eyes surging with unwilling, angry, and greedy fierce light.

He knew that today's matter could not end well—but the moment he thought of that ancient and domineering Qi and blood Aura within Chu Zhanxiao's body, that potential sufficient to help him break through his Bottleneck and glimpse a higher Dao—it ultimately overcame his reason.