Since opening the Great Space Age and experiencing several planes, Jun Changxiao had obtained quite a few resources, especially from Xuanyuan Realm, which stored extremely abundant supplies.
Before Young Master Yuan established the Peaks Grand Competition, Eternal Sect’s higher-ups and disciples all received allocations, so when idle they would cultivate, and their realm advancement could be described as rapid.
Especially the elders.
Relying on resource accumulation, almost all broke through to peak Truth-Seeking Realm.
This level, looking across the entire Upper Realm, was also top-tier powerhouses comparable to Tonggu Zhenren and Qiye Zhenren.
They couldn’t eat for free.
Today in the Soul Realm, they proved useful.
Compare numbers?
Our Eternal Sect isn’t weak either.
Compare strength?
Our Eternal Sect members are all geniuses.
So, when the Eight Gate Supremes entangled Jun Changxiao and tried to have clan members storm the city, the result was they were all dealt with outside by Liu Sinan and the others, truly achieving “whoever comes, dies.”
Actually, this was just a small portion of Eternal Sect’s combat power.
Core disciples like Lu Qianqian and Ye Xingchen, who possessed strength not inferior to the elders, hadn’t even appeared yet.
Jun Changxiao didn’t deploy disciples but directly sent out elders, also to ensure that Hua Meigui could inherit without disturbance inside the great hall.
Some people might only see Eternal Sect wantonly showing off, but if explained from another angle, it would be—for you, I’m willing to become the world’s enemy.
The level.
Immediately became different.
Of course, could one sect compare to an entire plane?
Speaking purely in terms of numbers, definitely couldn’t compare.
Don’t forget, within Eternal Realm there were also the Stone Statue Clan, Dragon Clan, and other groups. Because this was a family matter, they weren’t troubled. Even if it eventually escalated to planar warfare, it would be a question of who backed down first.
In short.
Unless facing that kind of powerful force impossible to resist, Jun Changxiao and his sect, whether in single combat or group battles, would absolutely accept all comers and accompany at any time.
…
On the city tower.
Liu Sinan and the others struck poses.
That unyielding iron-bone spirit of defiance permeated the entire city, deeply shocking the dead-playing Song Dehen and the old man.
They were too terrifying!
“Detestable!”
The Eight Gate Supremes roared in incompetent rage.
Witnessing their subordinates slaughtered to the last while unable to provide援助, because the human before them, fighting alone against eight, was completely at ease.
On the surface it looked like Jun Changxiao was surrounded, but in fact he had surrounded them.
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
The Heaven-Crossing Palm prints roared forth, forcing all eight Supremes back.
Jun Changxiao stood in the air above the city tower, saying coldly, “Obediently stand outside the city and wait for your god to descend.”
He didn’t want to create excessive slaughter.
If these people were sensible and quietly waited, naturally things wouldn’t develop to an irreparable point.
“…”
The Eight Gate Supremes’ faces were extremely ferocious.
At first, they wanted to rush into the city hall to stop that force disturbing their hearts and forcing them to kneel. Now that so many clan members had died, it had already risen to the level of father-killing enmity and wife-stealing hatred.
“Everyone.”
The Third Gate Supreme said in a deep voice, “The situation is critical, we can’t worry about so much!”
This seemed to be a code phrase, making the other seven fall into deep thought.
“Whoosh! Whoosh!”
Just then, even more concentrated rainbow light surged from the great hall, making them increasingly anxious. They immediately cast aside all doubts and said in unison, “Come!”
“Whoosh! Whoosh!”
The eight gathered together.
Two in front, two behind, two left, two right.
Seeing this, Jun Changxiao said with interest, “Going to use your trump card?”
“Could it be…”
Song Dehen squinted his eyes. Seeing the eight Supremes forming an array, he couldn’t care about playing dead anymore and directly got up, frantically retreating backward. Turning his head, he discovered the old fellow was running even faster than him, so he immediately refused to fall behind, opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue like a mad dog, accelerating.
…
“Something’s wrong.”
On the city tower, Liu Sinan frowned.
Gongsun Hou said, “These several people probably have a killing move.”
“Tch.”
Purple Lin Demon King said disdainfully, “Nothing but a bunch of trash, what killing move could they have.”
“Boy.”
Just then, the First Gate Supreme said coldly, “This is our Soul Clan’s affair. Since you, an outsider human, insist on participating, then leave your life here.”
“Clap!”
“Clap!”
As his words fell, the eight Supremes raised their hands, placing them on each other’s shoulders. Their eyes flashed with golden light as they shouted in unison, “Ancestor’s blessing, Eight Gates Fusion!”
“Whoosh! Whoosh!”
“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!”
In an instant, golden light flashed outside the city, erupting with powerful energy that mercilessly tore through space.
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
Except for the city protected by Eternal Sect, the valley where the Ninth Gate was located was instantly destroyed—mountains collapsed, ground split apart.
At the same time, the golden light gradually weakened, and an incomparably massive body stood proudly in midair, its entire skin golden yellow. If you added a swastika special effect on the back, it would totally be a dharma form from the Buddhist sect. (Hereafter referred to as Dharma Form)
“Mama mia!”
Having retreated to a safer area, Song Dehen had no心思 to lie down and play dead. Eyes wide with shock, he exclaimed, “The ancestor manifests!”
The Soul Ancestor had once left behind a bloodline divine ability called Nine Gates Fusion. In times of the clan’s life-and-death crisis, this move could be deployed to turn the tide.
This divine ability was only recorded in history books, because to this day, descendants had never used it.
Of course.
Missing the Ninth Gate to form the head.
It could only be considered Eight Gates Fusion, not the complete version.
“As expected…”
Jun Changxiao said speechlessly, “They really did fuse.”
Actually, when the Eight Gate Supremes stood together, he had guessed that the so-called trump card wouldn’t be fusion, right? After all, Hua Meigui of the same clan often fused with him.
Other planes’ motto was: if you can’t beat them, join them.
But Soul Clan’s motto was: if you can’t beat them, fuse.
“Die!”
The Dharma Form transmitted the voices of the Eight Gate Supremes, then extended its massive palm pressing down toward the city.
Relying on its incomparably huge body, it planned to press Jun Changxiao and the others to death, incidentally destroying the great hall as well.
No wonder Song Dehen and the old man ran faster than rabbits.
Truly.
Foresight.
“Swish! Swish!”
Jun Changxiao stood on the city tower, Heaven-Crossing Palm prints striking upward from below, but upon contact with the giant palm, completely unable to stop its descending speed.
Speaking of single combat, none of the Eight Gate Supremes was his match. Now with divine ability enhancement, the eight’s combined power had risen to a higher level.
“Boy!”
“One chopstick can be broken, eight chopsticks can’t be broken.”
“Didn’t your parents tell you this simplest principle when you were little?”
The Dharma Form transmitted the voices of the eight Supremes, their words carrying mockery.
“Whoosh—”
Just then, Jun Changxiao transformed into flowing light rushing upward, in a heaven-supporting posture holding up the descending palm print, his eyes flashing crimson light as he shouted, “As long as the power is strong enough, any number of chopsticks can be broken!”
“Whoosh! Whoosh!”
“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!”
Violent aura surged madly from within his body. His face and skin gradually turned blood red.
Gongsun Hou was dumbfounded.
He could sense that the sect master was activating the Stone Statue Clan bloodline.
But why wasn’t the skin turning to stone, why was it emanating a strange aura.
“Bang!”
With the Stone Statue Clan bloodline and Heavenly Demon Blood madly activated, Jun Changxiao’s upper garment suddenly burst apart, robust muscles revealing strange patterns, both pupils becoming blood red, as if a bloodthirsty demon had suddenly awakened from hell.
“Yuan Koumon!”
Purple Lin Demon King shouted loudly, “How do you explain the sect master’s clothes bursting!”
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