398: Chapter 398 Fist Suppresses Mountains and Rivers

In an instant, a massive Demon-Subduing Vajra Formation was formed, carrying the majestic Buddha Power capable of suppressing demons and purifying all things, descending upon Luo Xiaojiu like a vast net!

Wherever the Buddha light passed, space seemed to solidify into tangible amber, the air was squeezed until it crackled, and even the light became distorted!

"You bald donkey are truly hypocritical! If you want the treasure, just take it!"

Young Master Chijiao laughed wildly, his voice booming like thunder, shaking the surrounding rocks and kicking up dust.

His figure suddenly expanded, his crimson scales refracting a scorching metallic luster under the sunlight; each scale seemed to be burning with the karmic fire of Hell, and the spiral horn on his forehead gathered a heart-stopping, destructive energy.

Boom!

He revealed a portion of his true form, and a hundred-foot-long phantom of a Red Flood Dragon coiled behind him, blocking out the sky and sun with its immense Dragon prestige.

Opening his giant maw, he spat out not ordinary fire, but a torrent of dark red Demonic Qi fire capable of melting gold and corroding iron!

The temperature was so high that the dense mountain forest below instantly ignited, turning into ash; the air twisted and boiled, refracting the light, and the earth melted into flowing magma!

As for the Successor of Tiansha Sect shrouded in black robes, he was the most eerie; he seemed to be a part of the shadows themselves, silently merging into the Void Realm, his presence completely extinguished.

The next moment, countless pitch-black chains, exuding an aura of decay and deathly silence, emerged silently from the Void Realm around Luo Xiaojiu, coiling toward her limbs like a swarm of venomous snakes!

Runes flickered on these chains, cold and bone-chilling; they specifically targeted the Divine Soul and corroded one's Cultivation Technique power. Once ensnared, it would mean eternal damnation!

The three top Prodigies launched ruthless killing Moves the moment they attacked!

Buddha light, Demonic Qi fire, and demonic chains sealed off all of Luo Xiaojiu's retreat paths from three different dimensions, even locking down the spatial nodes around her.

This power far exceeded the combined attack of the dozen or so small-fry from before, enough to instantly kill any Golden Core Peak Cultivator, leaving not even a scrap behind!

Facing this siege that could change the color of the world, the excitement in Luo Xiaojiu's eyes grew even more intense; it was the fervor of a hunter seeing rare prey, the tremor of a bloodthirsty person facing a feast.

"That's more like it!"

She did not dodge or evade, nor did she use any flashy Divine Ability or Spell; she simply took a deep breath.

In an instant, the winds and clouds changed color!

The golden-red Bloodline Power boiling around her suddenly constricted inward, as if solidifying into a suit of armor made of blood and energy on her body.

On the armor, vague ancient totems appeared—neither dragon nor Qilin—exuding an aura that was wild, desolate, and incomparably domineering, as if an ancient god or demon had traveled through time and space.

Then, she threw out both fists!

There were no flowery Moves, only the aesthetic of power returned to simplicity, only the crushing weight of absolute strength!

Her left fist met the descending Demon-Subduing Vajra Formation, her Bloodline Power condensing on the fist tip into the head of a roaring ancient Vicious Beast, fangs bared, crashing forward with the ferocity to devour the world!

Her right fist directly struck the torrent of Demonic Qi fire that could burn the heavens and boil the seas; where her fist force passed, space seemed to collapse under the sheer power, emitting a groan of being unable to bear the burden.

The violent torrent of Demonic Qi fire was forcibly split in two by this punch, scattering to the sides like waves parting in a raging sea!

As for the eerie demonic chains, the moment they came within three feet of her, they were automatically burned and shattered by the Bloodline Power—hot as a furnace and vast as a sea of stars—emitting "hissing" cries like dying snakes; they could not get close to her at all!

Thud! Crack! Boom! Hiss—

The violent sound of collision and the strange noise of energy annihilation erupted simultaneously; the sound waves, like a tangible shockwave, instantly blew away the clouds and mist within a hundred feet, revealing the brutal battlefield!

The Buddha light shattered, and the Vajra phantom dissipated with a shrill cry; Monk Xuanku's face turned pale, a sweet, bloody taste surged in his throat, and he was forced back half a step, an undisguised horror flashing in his eyes.

The Demonic Qi fire recoiled; Young Master Chijiao let out a muffled grunt, the light on his horn dimming slightly, his massive body swaying slightly as he looked at Luo Xiaojiu, his gaze shifting from greed to shock and rage.

The demonic chains were snapped into pieces, and the Successor of Tiansha Sect was forced to stumble out of the shadows, his black robes shaking violently; clearly, his Divine Soul had been shaken, and a trace of black blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Fighting one against three, directly shaking the killing Moves of three top Prodigies, she did not fall into a disadvantage at all, and even vaguely held the upper hand!

"Desolate Ancient Sacred Body... truly lives up to its reputation!" Monk Xuanku's eyes were extremely solemn, dazzling Buddha Power condensing in his hands once more, but his fingertips were trembling slightly.

"Such strong Bloodline Power! Devouring you is better than ten black imperial golden lotus!" Young Master Chijiao licked his lips, his greed growing even stronger, with a hint of madness in his eyes.

"Her Bloodline Power is extremely Yang and rigid, restraining our sect's Cultivation Technique... she must be eliminated!" The voice of the Successor of Tiansha Sect was like ice from the Nine Netherworlds, filled with bone-chilling Killing Intent.

The three looked at each other, holding nothing back, each unleashing their trump card Divine Ability, engaging in a fierce battle with Luo Xiaojiu.

Immediately, that airspace completely turned into the center of a destructive storm!

Buddha light shone everywhere, Demonic Qi rampaged, and demonic shadows loomed; various Law powers intertwined and collided, tearing apart the sky.

Amidst it all, a golden-red figure moved freely; with every swing of her fists, there was the power to collapse mountains and split seas. Each punch caused space to tremble, and the aftermath of the battle tore countless bottomless chasms into the earth below, smoke and dust rising to the heavens, like the end of the world!

Meanwhile, the battle on the other side also erupted suddenly!

Those Cultivators who had originally been intimidated by Luo Xiaojiu and were shivering in the distance, seeing the three top Prodigies pinning down that terrifying woman, immediately cast their greedy gazes toward the critically injured Li Jiuyou on the cliff and that seemingly dying Nine-Headed Golden Lion.

"Now is the time! Kill Li Jiuyou and seize the treasure!"

"That lion is heavily injured, nothing to fear! Attack! Whoever grabs it, it's theirs!"

Dozens of figures swarmed up like flies smelling blood, various Magic Treasures, Flying Swords, and poisonous mists pelting the cliff like raindrops, the momentum immense, the Killing Intent soaring to the sky!

"Roar!!!"

The Nine-Headed Golden Lion let out an angry and humiliated roar. Although heavily injured and with less than one-tenth of its strength remaining, its dignity as an overlord remained!

Furthermore, a Restriction had been planted in its Divine Soul to protect Li Jiuyou; if it retreated, its fate would likely be worse than death!

It struggled to stand up, its nine heads dancing wildly, the remaining spiritual power mixed with its noble Bloodline Power gushing out—frost, flames, lightning, wind blades...

Although its power was far inferior to its prime, it still barely managed to form a precarious defensive line, intercepting most of the attacks.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The explosions of energy collisions were endless, as dense as popping beans.

Sparks flew, and poisonous mist churned. The lion's massive body trembled constantly; the wounds that had begun to heal split open again, dripping with blood, staining its golden fur red, but it stood firmly in front of Li Jiuyou like an insurmountable mountain, not retreating a single step!

Li Jiuyou leaned against the cold rock wall, his face pale as paper, devoid of color, breathing with difficulty, every breath carrying the taste of blood.

He looked at the giant beast fighting in a bloody battle for him ahead; although it was forced, a feeling of indescribable sorrow and gratitude welled up in his heart.

He looked again at his Senior Sister in the distance, fighting the three top Prodigies alone, her fist force shaking the heavens and earth; a look of extreme complexity flashed in his eyes—envy, unwillingness, and even more, the determination to survive in a desperate situation.

"I... must not die."

He bit his tongue hard, the sharp pain stimulating his nearly exhausted Divine Soul, cold sweat instantly soaking his back.

His hands trembled as he formed a strange and obscure Spell gesture; this was a life-saving method left by Chu Changsheng, and also his final trump card. Once unleashed, it might reverse the situation, or it might lead to eternal damnation.

"Cough, cough... stupid lion... on the left... there is poisonous mist..." His voice was as weak as a thread of silk, yet it accurately pierced through the clamor of the battlefield, carrying an unquestionable command.

Hearing this, the head in the middle of the lion subconsciously turned, opening its mouth to spew a violent golden hurricane, instantly blowing away the invisible poisonous mist spreading from the left, revealing several sneak attackers hidden within.

"Behind... Flying Sword... be careful..." Li Jiuyou spoke again, veins bulging on his forehead, his Divine Sense perception pushed to the limit, even overdrawing his life force, blood tears streaming from his eyes.

The lion's scarred tail whipped backward like a steel whip, precisely knocking away a dark blue Flying Sword attempting to sneak attack from a blind spot; sparks flew, and the sword light shattered!

One man and one beast—one critically injured and dying but with his Divine Sense still intact, the other physically strong but covered in wounds—actually formed a strange and difficult cooperation in this desperate situation.

They were like a lone boat in a storm, teetering, yet never capsizing, barely resisting the tide-like, crazy, and greedy attacks of dozens of Cultivators, struggling in despair, waiting for that glimmer of hope.

Li Jiuyou coughed up blood continuously, every breath feeling like blades churning in his lungs; blood trickled down from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto the charred, cracked rock—it did not seep in, but instead "hissed" and evaporated into wisps of scarlet mist, like a soul weeping blood.

Yet his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

This was not the false fire of a dying light, but the starlight bursting forth when the Divine Soul burned to its limit—it was the determination to turn life into lamp oil, just to illuminate the final stretch of the journey!

He had squeezed out the last shred of clarity, condensing his remaining Divine Sense into the eye of the battlefield, using his will as a guide to precisely point out every fatal blind spot for the dying Nine-Headed Golden Lion:

"Three yards to the left, poisonous blade!"

"Behind, lightning talisman gathering power!"

"Above—there is a shadow-shifter!"

His voice was as weak as a candle in the wind, yet every word was like a blade, cutting through the chaos and splitting open the dead end.

The Nine-Headed Golden Lion was bathed in blood; three of its nine heads were now too weak to lift, its scales shattered, muscles turned outward, revealing ghastly white bones.

But it still relied on instinct and the irresistible Restriction deep within its Divine Soul to execute this near-desperate "tactic."