Qu Bai was the last straw that broke the camel's back, or rather, a powerful steel bar that pierced through the heart of the entire formation.

Boom boom boom!

As one array flag after another stuck in the ancient tree branches shattered, under the Great Protector's extremely gloomy gaze, the green flames in the world gradually dissipated, and the entire array was on the verge of collapse.

Qu Bai stopped.

They are still only a hair's breadth away from the Great Protector.

But a smile played on his lips.

He never thought he could shake the Great Protector, who was almost at the eighth level of the mountain and sea realm, on his own. He unleashed all his power within the formation.

He succeeded.

Lin Sanmo's figure passed right through Qu Bai without hesitation, smashing Qu Bai's already empty shell body to pieces.

What he brought to the Great Protector was a bright, gleaming sword light.

This sword strike was utterly unremarkable; it possessed no power to shake the heavens, and there wasn't even a trace of Yuan energy to be seen.

At first glance, it looks like a novice swordsman clumsily performing a basic sword technique.

But the Great Protector's expression instantly became extremely solemn.

He had indeed stepped halfway into the eighth level of the Mountain and Sea Realm, but under the continuous backlash from the great formation, he was already close to exhaustion.

This sword strike made him sense a strong aura of death.

When brilliance fades, destruction is born.

"This sword strike of mine will be called 'One'."

As Lin Sanmo's voice became indifferent, his face turned deathly pale, and the projection of the Great Dao behind him vanished in an instant.

What about the use of elemental energy, what about supernatural powers and martial arts, what about the great and minor paths...?

Everything was incorporated into this sword strike by Lin Sanmo.

The sword is one, and it is also all things!

laugh!

After a barely audible sound, Lin Sanmo and the Great Protector passed each other.

The Great Protector lowered his head in a daze.

On his chest, there was a nearly negligible wound about a finger's width.

But at this moment, black and gold blood was gushing out of it uncontrollably, and his life was also constantly slipping away.

This sword pierced not only his flesh, but also his soul and spirit, and even his "Dao"...

"Generation after generation, your human race has always produced so many talented and brilliant individuals."

The Great Protector murmured, his expression complex, "Such swordsmanship exists in this world..."

He had barely finished speaking when Chen Qian arrived again.

It lacks Lin Sanmo's precision and Lin Sanmo's unpredictable and astonishing sword strike.

All that Shenqian brought was a punch filled with endless grief and rage.

He pushed the "Calamity Buddha" to its limit, and the projection of the Great Dao above his head unknowingly changed to another one.

A benevolent-looking Vajra sat on it, and he waved his hand along with Shen Qian.

"Ultimate strength and masculinity, the Arhat Fist..."

The astonishment in the Great Protector's eyes at this moment was even greater than before.

The Arhat Fist belongs to the Hinayana Buddhist path of the Heavenly Way. Although its power is astonishing, this alone is clearly not enough to shock the Great Protector of the Spirit Witch Clan so much.

What surprised him was how Shen Qian could possibly possess two "paths" at the same time.

Just a moment ago, the Dao he carried was still "Blade".

It is a fact that one can travel more than two paths through the mountains and seas, but Chen Qianming had only recently broken through the mountain and seas barrier.

Moreover, the "Arhat Fist" he was carrying on his back was now ten zhang tall!

How is that possible!

Too many incomprehensible things flashed through the Great Protector's mind. He passively stretched out his withered hand and met Chen Qian's punch.

What kind of power would be unleashed when the supernatural abilities of the "Calamity Buddha" are combined with those of Hinayana Buddhism?

There was no definitive answer before the sinking.

But he was certain that the power of his punch had surpassed all of his previous life's work, and it was definitely the strongest attack he had unleashed since the system awakened.

boom!

Gold, green, and black intertwined, forming a massive ball of light over a hundred meters in diameter at the point where fists and palms touched, before exploding with a deafening roar.

The hurricane swept across the ground, instantly carrying away three feet of soil. Lin Sanmo was caught in the aftershocks and his body was thrown thousands of meters away, directly shattering a mountain peak.

The loud explosion lasted for nearly ten seconds before finally stopping.

Lin Sanmo, whose bones were broken by tree roots, crawled out of the ruins with his sword. When he sensed Shen Qian's presence from afar, his tightly furrowed brows relaxed a little.

With a single sword stroke, he cleaved through the billowing dust, and Shen Qian and the Great Protector reappeared in his field of vision.

He retreated several hundred meters away, panting heavily.

His body had more than a hundred bloody holes of varying sizes, making him look grotesque and terrifying.

The black runes spreading across his body were constantly circulating, frantically repairing his injuries, but even so, Shen Qian's aura continued to weaken, showing how serious his injuries were.

Lin Sanmo swiftly arrived beside Shen Qian. The two exchanged a glance, and after confirming that the other was safe and sound, they both turned their gazes toward the Great Protector.

Compared to Shen Qian and Lin Sanmo, the Great Protector looked much more miserable.

He was still standing at the bottom of the pit, but the pit was now dozens of meters deeper than before, and countless rotting monster skeletons had been unearthed.

His own body was reduced to half a chest and a head; the rest of it was covered in broken, gray vines.

His breath was almost desolate, but he still slowly raised his head, and the look in his eyes as he looked at the two of them was indescribable, as if he were sighing or jealous.

"Geniuses like you are so rare that even my Wu clan might not be able to cultivate one in thousands of years. How come your human race can produce two at the same time in just three to five years?"

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