The Thousand-Armed Golden Body Dharma Form was a supreme divine ability of the Western Sect, unparalleled in its might, capable of instantly elevating one's power to its zenith.
This was also the signature technique of the Western Sect Leader. Legend had it that he was born from a fragmented relic, inheriting the legacy of an ancient monk lineage from the moment of his creation, his prowess shaking the Upper Realm.
Later, he established his sect in the Three Thousand Provinces, enduring for millions of years to become one of the few pinnacle factions, his cultivation reaching the heavens.
In an instant, the Six-Zhang Golden Body blazed with radiant golden light, as if wreathed in divine flames. His thousand arms moved in unison, striking forward with supreme might to counter the Taiyin power.
Boom!
The clash erupted into a fierce battle, divine energy surging, treasured techniques dazzling, engulfing the starfield.
The heavens shattered, stars ignited one after another before exploding like fireworks. Chaotic qi spread, and the void collapsed.
The scene was utterly terrifying. A battle of this magnitude could obliterate heaven and earth. Had it not been fought beyond the domain, an entire province would have sunk into ruin.
Qing Yao stood tall and proud, her expression serene, wielding great divine abilities with every gesture, her peerless grace on full display.
With a single point of her finger, ten thousand sword beams shot forth, slicing through the cosmos. Each beam carried profound divine intent, weaving and surging, setting the dark universe ablaze.
On the other side, the Six-Zhang Golden Body rose from his seated position, now holding a verdant bamboo staff. It shimmered with green radiance, entwined with terrifying laws, and he hurled it forward.
Buzz!
The bamboo glowed, rooting itself in the void and growing rapidly, as if alive. Immortal light bloomed, deflecting the sword beams while launching a counterattack to suppress her.
Suddenly, with a whoosh, a seven-colored immortal gold sword streaked forth, its boundless brilliance outshining the sun, wielded by Qing Yao.
Bang!
Sword qi arced like a rainbow, the green bamboo glowed vibrantly, both shrouded in faint chaotic qi. As the two sect leader-grade weapons clashed, the great Dao roared, shaking heaven and earth.
Then, a startling change occurred. The bamboo, rooted in the void, sprouted countless cracks, on the verge of shattering.
"What? Your weapon is entirely forged from immortal gold… it seems to surpass this level!" The Six-Zhang Golden Body exclaimed, his usually stoic expression shifting in rare surprise.
Crack!
With a faint snap, the seven-colored immortal gold sword cleaved the bamboo into pieces. The sect leader-grade weapon, enduring countless ages, disintegrated into dust.
Though the Western Sect Leader felt the loss keenly, he could not afford distraction, facing his opponent with solemn focus.
This battle was unavoidable. It was no longer about handing over a disciple but a matter of the sect's honor and the clash between two great factions.
A single misstep could escalate into a life-and-death struggle, potentially leading to the downfall of one sect.
At this point, neither could hold back. Every technique was unleashed, and even Qing Yao grew serious, wary of the hidden depths of this ancient sect leader.
Boom!
The Six-Zhang Golden Body expanded, its golden hue intensifying, secret power flowing, shattering the cosmos. This was the Indestructible Golden Body pushed to its limit.
It was as if the heavens could not contain his true form, as if he were the sole existence in the universe, with star rivers orbiting his body—a horrifying spectacle.
Boom!
His golden palm struck, indestructible and imbued with supreme divine might, covering the entire starfield. The void rumbled, countless stars obliterated.
"This battle ends now," Qing Yao whispered, her eyes gleaming. She raised a delicate arm, her jade fingers forming a seal, and a dragon shadow materialized.
A massive true dragon coiled around her, spanning the cosmos, its presence rendering her even more ethereal and holy, her power surging exponentially.
After thousands of exchanges, the two were clearly ready to decide the victor, unleashing their ultimate strength—a clash that could lead to one's fall.
The true dragon coiled, its form solid, scales gleaming, horns menacing, claws razor-sharp. It roared skyward, unmatched in the world.
Boom!
A terrifying collision ensued, divine power surging, runes blazing, beams of destructive light bursting forth, outshining a hundred suns.
The Western Sect Leader, solemn and majestic, formed an invincible seal with his hands—one pointing to the heavens, the other to the earth. A profound Zen chant echoed, shaking the cosmos.
His aura was staggering, like a World-Honored One, unyielding and invincible.
Qing Yao let out a soft cry, and the true dragon radiated auspicious light. Its massive tail swept forward, unstoppable, meeting the incoming palm seal.
This was the True Dragon Treasure Technique, its power unimaginable. A single tail sweep had once reduced countless experts to blood mist, said to cleave the heavens themselves.
At the same time, crimson radiance surged from her body, a divine phoenix soaring, wings spread wide. It joined the true dragon in a combined assault, elevating the technique's might to new heights.
Since ancient times, the dragon and phoenix together symbolized harmony, their union creating a mysterious resonance that vastly amplified their power.
The starfield erupted, boundless white light surging, converging into a divine moon behind Qing Yao.
She grew even more transcendent, like a lunar fairy descended to the mortal realm. Her divine radiance blazed, cloaking the dragon and phoenix in silver-white light, a blend of ferocity and sanctity.
Boom!
This strike unleashed thousands of laws, tens of thousands of orders, all collapsing. Chaotic qi flooded the space, the universe seeming to cave in, forming a massive black hole that crushed all in its path—utterly terrifying.
In the end, the Six-Zhang Golden Body coughed up blood, his seal disintegrating. He was sent flying, smashing through several stars, gravely wounded.
At the critical moment, he summoned a purple-gold alms bowl to shield himself, narrowly escaping death. But his golden body cracked, nearly shattering.
Clang!
The seven-colored immortal gold sword, radiating eternal qi, flashed forward, hovering at the Western Sect Leader's brow. Even the purple-gold alms bowl couldn't stop it.
Yet, at that moment, the sword halted, sparing his life.
"You're not killing me?" The Six-Zhang Golden Body asked, astonished, his golden light dimming, his aura weak.
"I came not to destroy your sect, but to take one life," Qing Yao said tersely, her tone cold and devoid of emotion.
"Sigh… You may take him." The Six-Zhang Golden Body sighed, retrieving the culprit—a short-haired middle-aged cultivator at the Divine Flame Realm.
"No, Sect Leader, don't… don't hand me over…"
The man was terrified, unable to believe that their supreme, heaven-defying sect leader would personally surrender him to quell another sect's wrath.
The Western Sect Leader ignored him, his heart heavy. To think he, who had lived for millions of years, had been defeated by a far younger junior.
Boom!
Qing Yao pointed, and with a single gesture, the man's life ended, his body reduced to ash, leaving nothing behind.
Then, she departed, tearing through the void as if her sole purpose here had been to exact justice for her disciple.
This scene left countless onlookers speechless, awestruck, yet it was undeniably domineering!
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