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She turned to look at Wei Changxuan, who was standing to the side, and waited for his response.
Wei Changxuan smiled calmly, his brows revealing confidence and composure.
He shook his head slightly and said slowly and deliberately:
"Princess, you need not worry about this matter. Xu Pingfeng is just a clown."
It's not worth wasting time on. He's just desperate, he can't cause any real trouble.
The nine-tailed fox princess nodded, accepting this view.
Then, she straightened her clothes slightly and turned her gaze back to Wei Changxuan.
A gentle warmth had appeared in her fox eyes, as warm as the morning sun shining on a lake. She asked softly:
"Young Master Wei, what are your plans next? What actions should we take now?"
Upon hearing this, Wei Changxuan straightened his back, his gaze becoming even more profound and resolute.
His lips parted slightly, and he spoke slowly with unwavering determination and strong conviction:
"Next, it's our turn to completely control the Great Feng!"
These words were spoken with a powerful and resounding tone, like the tolling of a great bell, stirring the emotions of everyone present.
His tone was unwavering, brimming with confidence and dominance, as if the entire world was under his command…
Meanwhile, the battle between the Supervisor and the Bodhisattvas and Arhats of the Heavenly Realm has entered a fierce stage.
A fierce wind howled between heaven and earth, dark clouds rolled, and the air seemed to be torn apart into a blazing energy field.
The supervisor stood in the center of the battlefield, his figure as upright as a mountain, his brows revealing an indescribable majesty and coldness.
His deep eyes gleamed with a chilling light, as if they could see through all the illusions of the world.
At this moment, his strength was fully revealed—vast, boundless, and unfathomable.
The supervisor swiftly formed hand seals, his movements fluid and graceful, his fingertips shimmering with a brilliant spiritual light, each gesture causing a slight tremor in the space around him.
He chanted ancient incantations in a low voice, his voice powerful and resonant, like thunder, echoing across the entire battlefield.
As he finished his incantation, beams of spiritual energy, almost solidified, erupted from his palms.
Like the first ray of dawn piercing the darkness, it carried destructive power and hurtled straight towards the people of the heavens.
That beam of spiritual energy was not only as fast as lightning, but also contained extremely powerful destructive force.
The air in its path was instantly scorched into a vacuum, emitting a sharp, explosive sound.
Faced with such a fierce attack,
The Bodhisattvas and Arhats in the heavenly realm suddenly changed their expressions and activated their respective spells to resist.
Some people raised their hands to summon a protective golden lotus, and golden petals bloomed in the air (Li Haohao);
Someone raised their sleeve, releasing a sky full of Buddhist light, and a solemn and peaceful atmosphere spread out.
Others clasped their hands together, emitting bursts of chanting from their chests.
They attempted to counter the opponent's offensive with spiritual strength.
However, no matter what methods they used, those spells were only just beginning to take shape.
It collapsed instantly under the impact of the beam of light from the supervisor.
The beam of light pierced through these defenses, unleashing a massive, scorching energy storm that swept in all directions... (The text abruptly ends here.)
Chapter 103 The Shock of Bodhisattvas and Arhats! The Power of the Supervisor!
"Supervisor, you...you are incredibly powerful!"
A white-robed bodhisattva cried out in alarm, his face contorted into a near-grotesque expression.
His forehead was covered in sweat, and his eyes were filled with fear and disbelief.
Upon hearing this, the supervisor's lips curled into a cold smile, a smile so chilling it sent shivers down one's spine.
"Even the Bodhisattvas and Arhats in the heavenly realms are nothing more than this."
His tone was flat yet full of sarcasm.
"You will all stay here today!"
After uttering these words declaring his death, he rapidly formed hand seals and chanted even more complex and obscure incantations.
The next moment, the wind and clouds in the sky suddenly changed!
Layers of dense dark clouds gathered frantically, swirling to form a massive vortex of spiritual energy.
The vortex radiated a captivating glow.
Like an inverted Milky Way, it is filled with constantly leaping and darting electric snakes, each beam of light containing the power to destroy everything.
The vortex of spiritual energy gradually expanded and began to slowly envelop downwards, its internal energy fluctuations growing stronger and stronger, causing one's mind to tremble.
The surrounding temperature plummeted, the ground cracked under the pressure, sand and gravel flew everywhere, and even breathing became extremely difficult.
Upon witnessing this scene, the expressions of the Bodhisattvas and Arhats in the heavenly realm all changed drastically.
They dared not be negligent and used all their strength to unleash their strongest defensive spells.
They were trying to withstand the impending catastrophe.
Unfortunately, even though their efforts seemed spectacular, they were no match for this terrifying energy.
It still seems like a drop in the ocean.
In the blink of an eye, all the spells collapsed and crumbled, unable to buy them even a moment of safety.
Immediately afterwards, the vortex of spiritual energy finally descended!
A massive torrent of energy crashed down on everyone, the impact like a towering mountain pressing down, leaving them utterly powerless to resist.
One scream after another rang out, accompanied by the piercing sounds of bones cracking and clothes tearing, as they were all thrown backward by the force of the impact.
His body was thrown into the air like a kite with a broken string.
Blood spurted from their mouths, forming a crimson mist under the sunlight, staining the earth red.
Some unfortunate people lost consciousness even before landing, collapsing limply to the ground with barely a breath.
"Supervisor, you...you are incredibly powerful!"
A monk wearing a kasaya collapsed to the ground, clutching his chest and gasping for breath.
His eyes were wide open, bloodshot and red, and his whole body was trembling uncontrollably, as if he could not believe that he was in such a sorry state.
A bodhisattva not far away, enduring the excruciating pain in his body, gritted his teeth and barely managed to stand up.
He looked around and saw his companions, all wounded and screaming in agony, and a wave of fear and despair washed over him. Time seemed to stand still at that moment.
All eyes were on him, waiting for his final decision.
The other Arhats and Bodhisattvas who were not fatally wounded also realized the urgency of the current situation.
They exchanged a glance, and each understood what the other was thinking:
If they continue fighting, they will only face certain death.
Although retreat means humiliation and disgrace, survival is the top priority now.
Finally, they nodded silently, their eyes flashing with determination and reluctance.
"Let's retreat! We'll return to the Heavenly Realm first and then make further plans!"
The leading Bodhisattva used almost all his strength to utter those few words.
His voice was hoarse and heavy, like a sharp blade slicing through the silent night sky, but the firmness in his words left no room for doubt.
Chapter 104 Victory is in sight, a new chapter for the Great Fengtian!
So everyone gritted their teeth, their faces contorted and grotesque as they exerted all their strength to unleash the secret technique.
Their hands formed complex hand seals, and the spiritual energy within their bodies surged forth like a burst dam.
They engaged in a fierce battle with the ever-spinning, all-consuming vortex of spiritual energy.
The light emanating from them sometimes blazed as brightly as the sun, seemingly piercing through the darkness;
At times it was so faint it seemed it might go out at any moment; in this eerie alternation,
They were like a lone boat in a storm, struggling desperately under the terrifying power of the spiritual energy vortex.
The supervisor watched all this with a cold eye, his gaze sweeping over the disheveled figures like a sharp blade.
A slight, contemptuous smile curled at the corners of his lips, and a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes, as if he were watching a group of overconfident little insects flailing about in vain.
"Want to leave? Not so easy!"
His deep, cold voice echoed in the air, carrying an unassailable authority.
As soon as he finished speaking, he pushed his palms forward, and the spiritual energy around him surged like molten lava, pouring into the spiritual energy vortex.
In an instant, the vortex became even more violent, its rotation speed increasing dramatically.
Like the gaping maw of a giant demon, it emitted chilling howls, sharp and piercing, as if they could penetrate one's soul.
However, at this critical juncture of life and death,
A mysterious power seemed to be activated within the people of the Heavenly Realm.
This power stems from their deep-seated desire to survive and their indomitable will, filling every cell of their bodies with unprecedented energy.
They quickly gathered together, exchanging a silent understanding with each other.
They all mobilized the last bit of spiritual energy remaining in their bodies, which gathered from all parts of their bodies like tiny sparks.
In the blink of an eye, these sparks merged and collided, gradually coalescing into a dazzling and indestructible shield.
The shield radiated a dazzling, multicolored light, like the protection of a god.
They forcefully blocked the powerful suction of the spiritual energy vortex, buying them a precious chance to catch their breath.
"Go!" A decisive and urgent shout rang out, like a war drum urging everyone to march, instantly igniting their will to survive.
With a flash, the group transformed into streaks of swift light, using their last ounce of strength to flee frantically toward the Heavenly Realm.
Their speed was so fast that it was almost impossible to see with the naked eye; their robes fluttered in the wind as they moved at high speed, creating gusts of wind.