This was the defensive formation Qingyin Temple used to fend off its enemies! It was incredibly potent, possessing both immense defensive power and Lethal Power.
A powerful battle qi enveloped Fu Ming, constantly surging into his body. A Rune Inscription materialized before him, emitting a pale golden glow. Fu Ming reached out, struck the Rune Inscription with his palm, and a Palm Shadow dozens of feet high immediately formed, carrying with it an immense, oppressive pressure. The very space around them seemed to twist and distort.
RUMBLE...
"Die!" Fu Ming laughed heartily. The towering Palm Shadow, like Mount Tai itself, crashed down toward Chu Lingjun.
Feeling the pressure from the formation, a solemn expression crossed Chu Lingjun’s face. So this is Qingyin Temple’s defensive formation! To think that it could unleash the might of a War King Third Layer just by relying on Fu Ming’s power alone... If so, what level of power would it reach if all the disciples of Qingyin Temple activated it together?
Chu Lingjun brought two fingers together and channeled her battle qi into the Gold Chant Sword. The blade immediately trembled. As her fingers traced its length, the previously dim surface flared with a bright light, covering the sword in a layer of gold. She swung her sword, unleashing a wave of Sword Qi imbued with devastating power.
In the next moment, the two attacks collided violently. The sky changed color as a thunderous, shocking roar erupted.
Seeing that the two were still locked in a stalemate, Long Chen and Tang Le rushed forward to help. "Furious Thunder Finger!" "Vajra Fierce Tiger Fist!" The two of them unleashed their powerful attacks in unison.
BOOM!
The ground split apart, on the verge of collapse as a terrifying explosive force erupted from the point of impact. Many of the already exhausted Qingyin Temple disciples were sent flying by the shockwave, while the members of the Fengren Gang quickly retreated.
Fu Ming could feel his battle qi was nearly depleted and would not be enough to sustain the formation. "Aren’t you going to help?" he hastily sent to Yan Hai via voice transmission.
Upon hearing this, Yan Hai’s eyes narrowed, his gaze instantly locking onto Chu Lingjun.
"Wind Fire Palm!" he barked, launching a palm strike at her. Sensing the killing intent, Chu Lingjun’s brows knitted. She had no choice but to divert some of her power to deal with Yan Hai and quickly struck out with a palm of her own.
The instant their palms met, a trickle of blood escaped the corner of Chu Lingjun’s mouth. "Haha! Go to hell!" Seeing his plan had succeeded, Yan Hai roared with laughter and suddenly surged forward with another burst of power.
Chu Lingjun was ultimately overwhelmed and sent flying backward. He’s also a War King Realm First Layer expert!
Without Chu Lingjun’s support, Long Chen and Tang Le were quickly suppressed by the might of Fu Ming’s formation. Tang Le even coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Long Chen’s expression darkened. As he was sent flying backward, he activated the Wind Control Skill. His speed multiplied several times over as he shot straight toward Fu Ming.
Seeing Long Chen dare to charge him alone, Fu Ming snorted coldly. "Insolent fool, you’re courting death!" With a flick of his finger, he shot a ray of light toward Long Chen.
Unafraid, Long Chen’s speed never faltered. Just as the attack was about to strike, he unleashed the True Dragon Combat Technique!
BANG!
Ignoring the impact as the attack struck his body, Long Chen arrived before Fu Ming in an instant and unleashed a punch filled with devastating power.