Chapter 760

Adding this array is a variation of the Zhenwu Seven-Cut Array.

After using it today, the seven already know the power of this array.

It can be predicted that henceforth, Wu Dang's sect-preserving array will include this one.

So how can one possibly expose the true nature of this array to outsiders—even to the Long Xiang Seng?

"Hah! No problem. Since pure true energy can't drive you back, the old monk must now be serious."

The Long Xiang Seng heard their words and let out a loud laugh.

Indeed!

All along, he had only attacked with walls of true energy, appearing vast and overwhelming, yet merely wasting true energy.

His goal was precisely that these walls would be nearly invincible against those below his own realm.

His intention was that, seeing the vast gap between themselves and him, the Wu Dangqixia would retreat of their own accord.

After all, the Wu Dangqixia outwardly represent Wu Dang, coming here to demand accountability.

But discerning observers—whether the Tang Army gathered near the Yuan forces or the Yuan high command—likely all believe this is the work of the Qinglong Society.

Precisely because of this, the Great Yuan and Great Tang have ignored the Wu Dangqixia.

The Long Xiang Seng could only try his best to persuade the seven to retreat.

Who knew this strange array far exceeded the Long Xiang Seng's understanding of martial arts?

With no other choice, he had to reveal his true abilities.

Otherwise, this futile consumption of true energy—even if he could draw upon heaven and earth's aid to continuously absorb celestial energy and refine it into true energy—

would become problematic once the array filled with more and more uncontrolled true energy.

After failing to uncover further details, the Long Xiang Seng shook his monk's robe, and continuous roars of dragon and elephant echoed endlessly.

The Wu Dangqixia had been entangled in the array for a long time, already fully focused.

Hearing the dragon-elephant roars, their minds flashed in unison, using the array's unique connection to warn each other.

The Long Xiang Seng is going all out!

"Watch out!"

The one who warned them to be careful was the Long Xiang Seng himself.

He roared, and punched straight at Mo Shenggu, the lowest in cultivation.

A plain, straightforward punch—no flourish, no trick.

Yet on his fist and arm, golden dragons coiled faintly.

Wherever the punch struck, Mo Shenggu felt he had nowhere to evade.

Even using Wu Dang's Cloud-Scaling Leap, he could not jump away.

The Mythical Realm—truly, it is the Mythical Realm.

True ability reveals itself in plainness.

Since evasion is impossible, then let there be battle.

Mo Shenggu abandoned all thought of retreat and thrust his sword forward directly.

In this strike, he once again used his signature Soft-Finger Sword Art.

The sword tip trembled, flickering unpredictably.

Ordinary experts would not even understand where Mo Shenggu's sword was truly aiming.

But facing the Long Xiang Seng, it was as if bound by causality.

No matter how Mo Shenggu shifted his strike, how light and ethereal his motion,

he felt that this invincible fist was striking straight at the strongest point of his sword tip.

It seems this old monk believes I am the weakest, and must break through me.

Good!

Then come!

Seeing he could not alter the sword's trajectory, Mo Shenggu ceased all feints.

He drew in the scattered true energy from the array, binding it to his blade, and met the Long Xiang Seng's unstoppable punch head-on.

564 The Zhenwu Seven-Cut Array truly lives up to its reputation!

"Seventh brother…"

The other six, seeing the Long Xiang Seng target Mo Shenggu,

cried out in alarm, and the great array immediately shifted, attacking the Long Xiang Seng.

If the Long Xiang Seng insisted on attacking Mo Shenggu, Song Yuanqiao and the others' strikes would rain down upon him like a storm.

Within this Zhenwu Seven-Cut Array, countless of the Long Xiang Seng's own true energies had already been absorbed.

Though Song Yuanqiao and the others were far weaker than the Long Xiang Seng, with this true energy bolstering them, their attacks were formidable.

To underestimate them would mean taking damage.

How could the Long Xiang Seng not sense the grave threat posed by Song Yuanqiao and the others?

Yet the more they pressed, the more he sensed the Wu Dangqixia's desperation.

The weakness of the Zhenwu Seven-Cut Array may not lie with Mo Shenggu.

But Mo Shenggu is unquestionably the weakest link among them—he had found a decent opening.

The Long Xiang Seng exhaled a deep breath, his palm technique growing denser and more solid.

With one palm strike, like mountains collapsing and seas overturning, it met Mo Shenggu's sword without a single flourish.

Plooh…

No earth-shattering explosion as expected—only a faint sound as palm met blade.

Then a burst of force, several times greater than the palm's momentum from Long Xiang Seng, was transmitted through Mo Shenggu's sword.

"How could this be?"

Long Xiang Seng's mind reeled in shock—he had clearly sensed it earlier.

This Wu Dangqixia Mo Shenggu's strength hadn't even reached the Earthly Immortal Realm.

Yet the power of this single sword strike was far greater than that previous palm strike.

It could almost be said that Long Xiang Seng was facing another version of himself, striking this palm at himself.

Huh?

This palm strike?

Long Xiang Seng suddenly realized something.

Mo Shenggu clearly used a sword—how was it that what transmitted from the blade was such thick palm force?

Thoughts racing through his mind, Long Xiang Seng's hands remained steady.

Though the palm force transmitted through Mo Shenggu's sword was beyond his expectations, it still had a considerable gap compared to his true full strength.

Although Long Xiang Seng's first palm's momentum was offset by this palm force of unknown origin from Mo Shenggu, he immediately gathered his true essence and swiftly struck out a palm with his left hand.

If the first palm had employed the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art, drawing out one percent of his strength,

then this left-hand palm drew out one-tenth of his strength.

This palm far surpassed the palm force transmitted through Mo Shenggu's blade.

Just at this moment, Song Yuanqiao and others, carrying Long Xiang Seng's true essence, attacked from behind, the sides, even overhead, and below—approaching from many directions.

Boom boom boom...

Deafening blasts rang out one after another.

Even though the attacks from Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou, and others carried Long Xiang Seng's own true essence, and were bolstered by the True Warrior Seven-Section Array,

when these strikes landed on Long Xiang Seng's body, they produced nothing but bursts of explosive air—no other effect whatsoever.

It turned out Long Xiang Seng had always followed the path of cultivating from the outside in.

His body, tempered through horizontal training of muscles and bones, was exceedingly rare in the present age.

There was no need to mention that the attacks of the Wu Dang heroes did not originate from their own power.

Even relying on one's own strength, how many could break through Long Xiang Seng's physical defense?

Long Xiang Seng paid no heed to how Song Yuanqiao and the others, after being repelled, would reorganize their offensive.

He simply gathered the force of that left-hand palm, adopting a stance that insisted on taking down Mo Shenggu.

This palm contained one-tenth of his true essence, its momentum truly immense.

Even the various experts hidden in the distance, secretly observing the battle's developments, could not help but turn their gaze.