Chapter 367
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Chapter 367: Shattered Pill, Combined Attack
There was no way out. The palm strike’s momentum had already formed. If Sage Huo Yun withdrew it now, he himself would be injured. Naturally, he chose not to retract his power and unleashed the attack instead.
The force of this palm strike had reached unimaginable levels. If left unchecked, it would reduce the entire Tian Shen Peak to dust.
Yet resisting this strike proved immensely challenging. Even with sufficient countering power, the slightest misstep could allow devastation to spread, engulfing the entire peak under its wild strength.
“Retreat now!” Elder Seven, a Golden Core stage expert, paled as he grasped the severity.
Su Hao also sensed the overwhelming power, his face draining of color.
In contrast, Shui Qingxuan’s expression remained calm, her gaze steady and cold as she stared at Sage Huo Yun.
Elder Seven shifted slightly, preparing to pull Su Hao and the others back.
“Wait—look!” Ye Yun narrowed his eyes, pointing ahead with a glimmer of excitement in his gaze.
The group glanced up and saw a figure among the three golden lights flicker before vanishing a hundred miles away.
“Duan boy, flee at once! Take my token to the royal city and protect the Duan family!” Duan Yan’s voice boomed through the air as wild strength erupted from the golden light.
Duan Yan had used his Great Technique to teleport Duan Chenfeng hundreds of miles away, ensuring the survival of their lineage.
From another golden light, Yan Changchun shot skyward, robes fluttering as he hovered midair. His eyes opened slowly, their piercing gaze cutting through the void like tangible blades.
“Sage Huo Yun, today we settle this—no, we end it!” Bi Hao’s voice thundered.
The golden lights abruptly dimmed, revealing their Golden Cores suspended above. The cores swelled from pigeon-egg size to watermelons, then further until—with a deafening crack—they exploded.
Golden light spiraled chaotically as wild strength surged outward, only to collide with an invisible barrier a few zhang away. The energy fused into a raging torrent that poured into Bi Hao’s body.
Bi Hao rose abruptly, his wrinkled face now smooth and flushed. He stepped forward, fists blazing with golden light, and threw a punch at Sage Huo Yun.
This strike concentrated every shred of his remaining Golden Core power—a force tenfold stronger than his peak capacity. Even after Yan Changchun’s absorption, it retained multiple times its original might.
Such was the power of a Golden Core stage expert’s self-destruction. Facing certain death, most would detonate their cores for this desperate surge of strength, hoping to cripple their foes even in defeat.
Bi Hao had made that choice. So had Duan Yan and Du Hua Sheng. When they’d initiated the Golden Core transmission, they’d already embraced death. With their cores shattered and cultivation lost, they aimed to strike their strongest blow—to drag Sage Huo Yun to the grave.
Duan Yan, having spent much power teleporting Duan Chenfeng to safety, now mustered the weakest attack. Yet even this self-detonation surpassed his former peak. Soaring upward, he summoned golden light into a roaring dragon that charged the sage.
Du Hua Sheng had tried forcing his Golden Core power onto Du Jianyin, only to be refused. The youth had taken slivers of heavenly laws instead, shattered the core’s protection with Sword Path essence, and fled.
Now, Du Hua Sheng’s body brimmed with untapped Golden Core power. As his core exploded, he became the strongest of the trio.
“Clouds chase the moon, core becomes void!”
Du Hua Sheng’s form blurred into residual shadows. His shattered core coalesced into a divine phantom that merged with him. A weapon—neither sword nor blade—materialized in his grip, forged from spatial pressure itself, and slashed downward.
The three attacks converged with uncanny synchronicity, striking high, mid, and low simultaneously—as if decades of teamwork guided their final moments.
Sage Huo Yun hadn’t anticipated such ferocity. Even after preparing his Void’s Ten Thousand Forms Palm for an incense stick’s burning time, doubt crept in.
Yet retreat was impossible. Gathering every wisp of true qi, he channeled all power into the strike.
Boom!
The crystalline palm collided with the trio’s attacks. Energies clashed like tsunamis meeting avalanches, each shockwave potent enough to maim Foundation Establishment cultivators.
The epicenter lay a hundred zhang away. By the time residual forces reached the observers, their strength had waned—yet still shattered ancient trees and sheared mountainsides.
Elder Seven and Su Hao threw up defenses. Thuds echoed as invisible shields weathered the storm. Su Hao’s face purpled, blood trickling from his lips—a peak Foundation Establishment expert wounded by mere aftermath.
Crack!
The divine hall’s unknown materials fractured like glass, walls webbing before collapsing entirely. Dust engulfed the peak.
The ground beneath Ye Yun’s group split open—a ten-zhang-deep chasm gaping like a monstrous wound.
“How… how is this possible?!”
Duan Yunsha and Duan Hongcheng, though distant, stood ragged and bleeding from energy shrapnel. Behind a pockmarked boulder, Du Chuntian stared unharmed but terror-stricken at the lingering golden lights.
The final strikes of Golden Core experts—excessive, devastating, and utterly awe-inspiring.
