novelSusiti Chapter 299 Misty Purple Clouds
Chapter 299 Misty Purple Clouds
With a loud shout, a huge golden phantom appeared behind him; it was his War God Dharma Image.
This figure is tall and imposing, clad in golden armor, wielding two enormous golden hammers, with a ferocious and terrifying face, as if a god of war from ancient times has descended to earth.
With the help of the power of the God of War's Dharma Image, Gongsun Yang once again charged into the Purple Cloud Sky Formation.
His twin hammers, wielding the force of thunder, slammed fiercely into a node of the formation.
"boom!"
A loud bang shook the entire formation.
The sect leader and elders of the Zixia Dao Sect changed their expressions drastically, feeling an unprecedented pressure.
"Stay calm and don't let him throw you off balance!"
The sect leader shouted a reminder.
However, Gongsun Yang's War God Dharma Form was simply too powerful; each swing of his hammer seemed to shatter space itself.
Under his fierce attack, cracks began to appear in the Purple Cloud Sky Formation.
"Hehe, let's see how long you can hold out!"
Gongsun Yang grinned maliciously, his attacks becoming increasingly fierce.
Although the leader and elders of the Zixia Dao Sect fought valiantly, their strength gradually waned over time.
Gongsun Yang, however, seemed tireless, and the light of his War God Dharma Form became increasingly dazzling.
"what!"
Finally, under Gongsun Yang's fierce attack once again, a Grandmaster Elder could not withstand it, spitting out blood and flying backward.
"Sect Leader!"
The other grandmasters and elders exclaimed in surprise.
"Hang in there, everyone!"
The sect leader nodded solemnly.
Having said that, he flashed forward and personally met Gongsun Yang's attack.
The two clashed fiercely in the air. The sect leader's swordsmanship was exquisite, and each swing of his sword stirred up a cloud of rosy clouds.
However, Gongsun Yang's War God Dharma Form was simply too powerful, even though the leader of the Zixia Dao Sect was already a master at the peak of the Grandmaster level.
However, faced with an absolute difference in rank, even with all their might, they could not defeat him.
As time went by, the masters and elders of the Zixia Taoist sect fell one after another.
In the end, only the sect leader was left, struggling to keep things going.
His clothes were tattered and his body was covered in wounds.
But he gritted his teeth and persevered, refusing to give up.
"Hehehehe! Your Zixia Daoist sect is nothing special!"
Gongsun Yang sneered, "Today I'll show you the true power of the War God's Dharma Image!"
After saying that, he vanished from the spot in a flash.
The next moment, his figure appeared behind the sect leader, and his double hammers slammed into the sect leader's back!
"puff!"
A mouthful of blood spurted from the sect leader's mouth.
His figure flew forward like a kite with a broken string and crashed heavily to the ground.
"Sect Leader!"
The last remaining Grandmaster Elder exclaimed in surprise.
He tried to step forward to help him up, but Gongsun Yang struck him in the chest with a hammer, sending him flying.
At this moment, the entire Zixia Mountain was plunged into a deathly silence.
Gongsun Yang stood atop the mountain, overlooking the battlefield below, a victor's grin spreading across his face.
The light of the God of War's Dharma Image gradually faded.
But his figure stood firm like an insurmountable mountain.
Meanwhile, the other cultivators of the Zixia Dao Sect lay on the ground groaning in pain.
Just after Gongsun Yang broke the "Purple Cloud Sky Formation" and dispelled his own War God Dharma Form.
His aura was overwhelming, and he was about to deliver a fatal blow to the leader of the Zixia Dao Sect.
However, at this critical moment, a dense purple aura suddenly appeared in the sky.
This purple aura surged like waves, spreading across the entire sky, as if dyeing the whole sky with a mysterious purple hue.
Everyone looked up in astonishment and saw a figure slowly emerging from the purple aura.
The newcomer was dressed in a purple robe, with flowing white hair and an air of otherworldly grace; he was none other than the patriarch of the Zixia Daoist sect.
He arrived bathed in purple mist, like a deity emerging from a fairyland.
The martial art practiced by the Purple Cloud Ancestor is the "Ethereal Purple Clouds" inherited by the Purple Cloud Taoist Sect, which is the sect's most treasured art.
This technique uses purple energy as a guide; when cultivated to a high level, it can condense powerful purple energy essence with boundless power.
At this moment, the Purple Cloud Ancestor activated the "Ethereal Purple Clouds" technique, his body surrounded by purple energy, resembling a Purple Clouds deity.
His gaze was piercing as he stared directly at Gongsun Yang, an invisible pressure enveloping the entire area.
Gongsun Yang was startled by the oppressive aura, but as a seasoned veteran, he quickly regained his composure.
He gripped his two hammers tightly, staring coldly at the Purple Cloud Ancestor, trying to find a weakness in her aura.
However, the Purple Cloud Ancestor did not give Gongsun Yang any chance.
He moved swiftly and attacked Gongsun Yang.
As the Purple Cloud Ancestor waved his hands, purple energy surged, as if it would devour the entire world.
His moves are unique and incredibly powerful; every palm strike and every punch contains a potent purple aura.
Then, the Purple Cloud Ancestor gently stretched out one hand, palm up, and made a simple gesture.
"Ethereal purple clouds—clouds rolling and unfolding!"
The old ancestor murmured, and a powerful stream of energy surged from his palm, forming a purple cloud that rushed towards Gongsun Yang.
Gongsun Yang was shocked to see this.
He tried to escape, but the cloud seemed to have a spirit, following him closely and leaving him nowhere to run.
Finally, the clouds enveloped Gongsun Yang, and a powerful burst of air instantly sent him flying.
Although Gongsun Yang was incredibly brave, he had already activated the God of War Dharma Form once.
They then forcibly consumed their inner energy to break the "Purple Cloud Sky-Covering Formation" of the Purple Cloud Taoist sect leader and others.
Therefore, warriors with the Qi-based strength are inherently weak against cultivators with the internal energy-based strength.
Needless to say, it's even more so now.
Gongsun Yang wielded his double hammers and fought back fiercely, only to find that every attack he made was easily neutralized by the Purple Cloud Ancestor.
However, the attacks from the Purple Cloud Ancestor came down like a storm, leaving Gongsun Yang overwhelmed.
After dozens of rounds, Gongsun Yang, who was already exhausted, was panting heavily and drenched in sweat.
He was secretly alarmed: the martial arts of this old man from the Zixia Dao Sect are indeed unfathomable!
Just then, the Purple Cloud Ancestor suddenly struck out with a palm, and a palm print formed of purple energy rushed towards Gongsun Yang.
Gongsun Yang had no choice but to take the blow head-on.
"boom!"
With a loud bang, Gongsun Yang was sent flying several meters away as if struck by lightning, stomping heavily on the ground several times.
It consumed several floor tiles of the Zixia Taoist sect.
He struggled to sit up, only to find that his chest was in excruciating pain, as if he had been struck by a boulder.
He had clearly suffered a serious injury.
"General Gongsun is exceptionally brave, but my 'Piaomiao Zixia' is not something that ordinary people can withstand."
The Purple Cloud Ancestor landed gracefully and looked at Gongsun Yang coldly.
Gongsun Yang glared at Zixia Ancestor through gritted teeth, but had no words to reply.
He realized he had been careless today.
It's hopeless to win alone.
However, Gongsun Yang remained expressionless.
He didn't come alone.