klisemfg Chapter 1788
Chapter 1788
Just as the Seven Peaks Master's body was about to explode, Chen Xuan raised his hand and shouted, "Lotus Sword Realm!"
Two enormous lotus flowers, each a thousand feet tall, suddenly appeared out of thin air! They were extremely beautiful, with wisps of chaotic energy flowing on one of their petals, and they were firmly supported at the foot of the Seven Peaks.
Another water-fire lotus, its petals covered with killing runes, was placed upside down atop the Seven Peaks.
The two lotus flowers on the Great Dao merged together, forming a closed lotus platform that trapped the Seven Peaks firmly in the center.
boom!
A muffled explosion came from inside the lotus platform, but the shockwave was firmly contained by the lotus, only escaping with a few aftershocks, not even dispersing the surrounding clouds.
Those independent cultivators who originally thought they would be affected stopped in their tracks, staring blankly at the intact lotus platform, completely dumbfounded.
—The self-destruction of celestial beings and gods was actually suppressed by magic?
Upon witnessing this scene, Wang Zheng's legs went weak, and he could no longer support himself, collapsing onto the deck of the warship, his last glimmer of resistance extinguished.
Old Dao shook his head with a bitter smile, his voice hoarse: "So be it. After this trip, the core members of the four holy cities will probably only be able to focus on cultivating Qi, and will never rise again."
“Father!” Xuanpo stared at Chen Xuan with bloodshot eyes as he looked at the Seven Peaks Master, who was trapped by the lotus platform and whose aura was gradually dissipating. His eyes were filled with deep-seated hatred.
But hatred can never overcome fear.
With the death of the Seven Peaks Lord, the Seven Peaks Holy City has become nothing more than fish on a chopping block.
Wang Zheng, Lao Dao, and the others reacted instantly, turning around abruptly and shouting at the Seven Peaks disciples who were trying to scatter and flee, "Where do you think you're going!"
"Uncle! Why are you helping outsiders kill us!" A disciple from the Seven Peaks exclaimed in disbelief, his magical artifact trembling in his hand.
“Senior Wang Zheng! I even went to your birthday celebration a hundred years ago to present a gift! How can you be so heartless!” Another disciple tried to plead for mercy by appealing to their past relationship.
But Wang Zheng and the others had no way out—only by personally capturing these Seven Peaks disciples could they prove their loyalty to Chen Xuan and have any chance of protecting their Holy City.
Facing the disciples of the Seven Peaks Holy City, their eyes hardened, their magical weapons lit up, and they slashed at their former "allies"!
The disciples of the Seven Peaks Holy City scattered and fled like stray dogs in this vast void, but they had not gone far when they were blocked by the four Holy City Lords, including Wang Zheng and Lao Dao.
These celestial beings, who were usually high and mighty, were now like fierce demons, grabbing the disciples of the Seven Peaks with ease. Some disciples tried to rekindle old feelings, crying out, "Senior Wang, my father presented a gift to you at your birthday banquet back then."
Some pleaded, "Woman in black, I once searched for your thousand-year-old ice soul," but all they received in response was a chilling pressure and merciless suppression.
Even worse, when faced with a junior from the Seven Peaks who was related to them, in order to completely sever ties, they directly used their immortal power to crush the other party's true form into ashes, leaving not even a trace of their soul.
Blood dripped from between their fingers, staining their robes red, but no one dared to hesitate for a moment—the scene of the Seven Peaks Lord's self-destruction and subsequent suppression was still fresh in their minds. If they hesitated even slightly, their own holy city would be the next to be crushed.
In just a few breaths, Wang Zheng and his group of four returned carrying a string of the Seven Peaks' direct disciples. The captured juniors, their spiritual power sealed, were limp in their hands like lambs to the slaughter.
The four flew to Chen Xuan, bowing even lower than before, their voices filled with awe: "Senior Chen Xuan, the Seven Peaks defied the heavens and deserved to die! We have captured all the remnants they brought with them, and we await your judgment!"
Chen Xuan held the sword in one hand, the dark blue halo of the Beiming Sword flowing around his fingertips. Behind him, the robes of the six Daoist companions fluttered, their cold gazes sweeping across the area below.
The purple light in the distance watched this scene, and only a chill ran through his heart. When the Seven Peaks self-destructed, the destructive power of that second-class celestial god was so great that even his clone had to use a secret technique to escape. But Chen Xuan did not move an inch and suppressed the explosion with just two lotus flowers!