Chapter 301: with translation of chapter title

With his loud shout, a huge golden phantom appeared behind him—it was his War God Dharma Aspect.

This Dharma Aspect was tall and mighty, clad in golden armor, wielding two huge golden hammers, its visage ferocious and terrifying, as if an ancient slaughter deity had descended to the mortal realm.

Gongsun Yang, aided by the power of the War God Dharma Aspect, charged once more into the Purple Cloud Filling Heaven Formation.

His twin hammers carried the force of thunder, smashing fiercely at a node of the formation.

"Boom!"

A tremendous roar sounded, and the entire formation trembled.

The Sect Leader and Grandmaster Elders of the Purple Cloud Sect turned pale, feeling an unprecedented pressure.

"Hold your minds steady; don't let him disrupt the formation!"

The Sect Leader shouted the reminder.

However, Gongsun Yang's War God Dharma Aspect was overwhelmingly powerful; each swing of his hammers seemed capable of shattering space.

Under his fierce assault, the Purple Cloud Filling Heaven Formation began to show cracks.

"Hehe, let's see how much longer you can hold out!"

Gongsun Yang laughed ferociously, his attacks growing ever more savage.

Although the Sect Leader and Grandmaster Elders of the Purple Cloud Sect resisted with all their might, their stamina gradually waned as time passed.

Meanwhile, Gongsun Yang seemed tireless; the radiance of his War God Dharma Aspect grew ever more brilliant and dazzling.

"Ah!"

Finally, under another fierce attack from Gongsun Yang, a Grandmaster Elder could no longer hold on, spewing blood as he was flung backward.

"Sect Leader!"

The other Grandmaster Elders cried out in alarm.

"Everyone, hold on a little longer!"

The Sect Leader nodded solemnly, his face grave.

Having said that, he flashed his figure and personally met Gongsun Yang's attack.

The two clashed fiercely in midair; the Sect Leader's swordsmanship was exquisite and unparalleled, each swing bringing forth a swath of rosy clouds.

Yet Gongsun Yang's War God Dharma Aspect was overwhelmingly strong; even though the Sect Leader of the Purple Cloud Sect was a peak Grandmaster-level expert,

faced with an absolute gap in rank, even exerting his utmost could not defeat it.

As time passed, the Purple Cloud Sect's Grandmaster Elders fell one after another.

In the end, only the Sect Leader remained, struggling to hold on.

His robes were torn to shreds, his body covered in wounds.

Yet he gritted his teeth and persisted, refusing to yield.

"Hehehehe! You Purple Cloud Sect are nothing more than this!"

Gongsun Yang sneered, "Today I'll let you witness the true might of the War God Dharma Aspect!"

Having spoken, he flickered and vanished from the spot once more.

The next instant, his figure appeared behind the Sect Leader, his twin hammers slamming down mercilessly onto the Sect Leader's back!

"Pfft!"

A mouthful of blood spurted from the Sect Leader's mouth.

His figure, like a kite with its string cut, flew forward and crashed heavily to the ground.

"Sect Leader!"

The last Grandmaster Elder still standing exclaimed in shock.

He tried to rush forward to support him, but Gongsun Yang's hammer struck his chest, sending him flying instantly.

At this moment, the entire Purple Cloud Mountain sank into a deathly silence.

Gongsun Yang stood on the mountaintop, looking down upon the battlefield below, his face bearing the feral smile of a victor.

The radiance of the War God Dharma Aspect gradually faded.

Yet his figure remained steadfast, like an insurmountable mountain.

Meanwhile, the other Purple Cloud Sect cultivators lay on the ground, groaning in pain.

And just as Gongsun Yang shattered the "Purple Cloud Filling Heaven Formation" and dispelled his own War God Dharma Aspect,

his entire aura surged like a rainbow, and he was about to deliver a killing blow to the Purple Cloud Sect's Sect Leader.

However, at this critical juncture, a thick mass of purple qi suddenly surged across the horizon.

This purple qi rolled like turbulent waves, filling the entire horizon, as if dyeing the whole sky with a mysterious purple hue.

Everyone stared up in astonishment, and within the purple qi a figure slowly emerged.

The newcomer wore a purple robe, his white hair fluttering, bearing the aura of an immortal—he was none other than the Purple Cloud Sect's Ancestor.

He stepped upon the purple qi, appearing as if a deity had walked out of a fairyland.

The Purple Cloud Ancestor cultivated the sect's inherited art, the "Ethereal Purple Cloud," which is the Purple Cloud Sect's treasured safeguard.

This art takes purple qi as its guide; when cultivated to profundity, it can condense mighty purple-qi true essence, its power boundless.

At this moment, the Purple Cloud Ancestor was invoking the "Ethereal Purple Cloud," purple qi coiling around him like a Purple Cloud deity.

His gaze was like a torch, fixed upon Gongsun Yang, an invisible pressure enveloping the entire field.

Gongsun Yang felt this pressure, his heart startled, but having endured countless battles, he quickly steadied his mind.

He gripped his twin hammers tightly, coldly regarding the Purple Cloud Ancestor, seeking an opening in the latter's aura.

However, the Purple Cloud Ancestor gave Gongsun Yang no opportunity.

With a mere movement of his form, he was already attacking Gongsun Yang.

As the Purple Cloud Ancestor waved his hands, purple qi surged and roiled, as if seeking to devour heaven and earth.

His techniques are unique and immensely powerful; every palm strike and every punch is infused with strong purple qi true essence.

- Terms: purple qi true essence (Purple Qi True Essence?) It's a cultivation term; should translate meaning: "strong purple qi true essence". But we need to see if it's a named technique? It's likely a generic term: "purple qi true essence". Not a proper noun; we translate.

Only saw the Purple Cloud Old Ancestor lightly extend one hand, palm upward, making a simple gesture.

"Ethereal Purple Clouds—clouds roll and unfurl!"

The ancestor chanted softly, and immediately a strong airflow surged from his palm, forming a sheet of purple clouds that rushed toward Gongsun Yang.

Seeing this, Gongsun Yang turned pale with shock.

He tried to dodge, but the purple clouds seemed sentient, closely following him, leaving him nowhere to escape.

Finally, the clouds enveloped Gongsun Yang, and the powerful airflow erupted instantly, slamming him hard and sending him flying.

Although Gongsun Yang was matchlessly brave, after all he had already activated a War God Dharma Aspect once.

He also forcibly expended Vigorous Qi to break the Purple Cloud Heaven-Filling Array of the Purple Cloud Dao Sect's sect leader and others.

Therefore, warriors on the Vigorous Qi side inherently have a short-lived weakness when facing cultivators on the internal energy side.

Needless to say, it's even more so now.

Gongsun Yang wielded his double hammers in fierce resistance, but found that each of his attacks was easily neutralized by the Purple Cloud Old Ancestor.

Yet the Purple Cloud Old Ancestor's attacks came like a raging storm, leaving Gongsun Yang overwhelmed.

After dozens of rounds, the already overexerted Gongsun Yang was panting and drenched in sweat.

He secretly marveled: the Purple Cloud Dao Sect's immortal martial arts are truly unfathomable!

At that moment, the Purple Cloud Old Ancestor suddenly thrust out a palm, a condensed purple-energy palm print hurtling toward Gongsun Yang.

Gongsun Yang could not avoid it, so he had to take the blow head-on.

"Boom!"

A tremendous boom rang out, and Gongsun Yang was flung backward like struck by lightning, flying several meters and stumbling heavily upon landing.

It consumed several floor tiles of the Purple Cloud Dao Sect.

He struggled to sit up, only to find his chest aching as if struck by a boulder, the pain unbearable.

Obviously, he had suffered a serious injury.

"General Gongsun's valor is extraordinary, but my Ethereal Purple Clouds are not something ordinary people can withstand."

The Purple Cloud Old Ancestor drifted down, landing and coldly said to Gongsun Yang.

Gongsun Yang stared at the Purple Cloud Old Ancestor, gritting his teeth, but had nothing to say.

He knew he had been careless today.

He realized that winning alone was now hopeless.

However, Gongsun Yang's face remained expressionless.

He was not alone.

(End of Chapter)