The enormous sound was like a thunderclap from a clear sky, startling the Demon Slayer Alliance and the Flying Valley area not far away.
Upon sensing the unusual activity, the leader of the Demon Slayer Alliance and the Valley Master of Flying Crossing Valley rushed over immediately.
When the two arrived at the scene and saw the bottomless pit and Qin Luo standing on the back of the Rakshasa Temple's abbot, their eyes were filled with horror.
The two exchanged a glance, both seeing shock in each other's eyes. They were, of course, Qin Luo, the very same boy who had narrowly escaped from their combined attack two years ago.
However, what they saw before them completely overturned their understanding.
Two years is neither a long nor a short time. How much has that young man in the Soul Separation Realm, who was like an ant in their eyes back then, changed?
What shocked them even more was that Qin Luo did not exude the slightest spiritual energy fluctuation, yet they felt an immense pressure that made their chests feel tight and their breathing become rapid.
Is this... the pressure emanating from a physical body? But for them to feel pressure from such a distance, just how strong is this kid's physical body?
The oppressive aura caused a hint of apprehension to flash in the eyes of the Demon Slayer Alliance Leader, and the Valley Master of Flying Crossing Valley also looked solemn. Instead of immediately descending from the high sky, he became extremely vigilant.
Inside the deep pit, the abbot of the Rakshasa Temple, who was already on the verge of death, coughed violently again after hearing Qin Luo's calm words.
Fresh blood mixed with shattered internal organs gushed from his mouth, splattering onto the ground and leaving a shocking crimson stain.
"You...it's impossible! I'm a saint, how could I...?"
The abbot of the Rakshasa Temple murmured in disbelief, trying to find some explanation for this absurdity.
However, Qin Luo had no intention of saying anything more to him. He suddenly exerted force with his feet, and the powerful force passed through the body of the Rakshasa Temple Master, causing the earth to tremble.
"You dare!"
Seeing this, the leader of the Demon Slayer Alliance and the Valley Master of Flying Valley in the sky could no longer hold back and roared in unison.
The two were surrounded by surging spiritual energy, which transformed into two streams of spiritual energy. One stream shimmered with a sharp golden light, while the other was a deep, dark blue.
Two streaks of light rushed toward Qin Luo at incredible speed, attempting to stop him from delivering a fatal blow to the abbot of the Rakshasa Temple.
Sensing the attack from above, Qin Luo remained calm. He simply tilted his head back and slowly raised one hand, palm facing upward.
Countless streams of primordial energy surged from his palm, and after the primordial energy overlapped and covered his palm, Qin Luo struck out with his palm.
This seemingly casual palm strike unleashed a terrifying power. The void beneath it began to collapse like fragile paper.
The collapsing void spread at a terrifying speed, distorting and deforming the space in its path, emitting a chilling sound of collapse, and heading towards the two streaks of spiritual energy.
The two streams of spiritual energy, which were originally unstoppable, were now being swept into the collapsing void.
Moreover, the spiritual energy streams that were caught up in changed direction due to the distortion of the void, and carried the collapsing void back towards the leader of the Demon Slaying Alliance and the Valley Master of Flying Valley!
Their faces turned deathly pale, their eyes filled with terror.
I never imagined the situation would turn out this way.
At this critical moment, the two roared almost simultaneously, summoning their Dharma forms with all their might.
The leader of the Demon-Slaying Alliance is a golden figure standing seven hundred feet tall, wielding a giant battle sword, and radiating golden light.
The Dharma form of the Valley Master of Flying Crossing Valley is an eight-hundred-foot-tall blue Dharma form, surrounded by a huge crossing valley, exuding a menacing aura.
The golden Dharma form shone brightly, and the giant battle blade slashed fiercely at the collapsing void and the stream of spiritual energy that was attacking back. In an instant, golden blade light crisscrossed, attempting to shatter this terrifying attack with pure blade light.
The blue Dharma form was equally formidable, controlling the massive valley surrounding it. Countless torrents of blue spiritual energy surged forth from the valley, working in conjunction with the golden blade light to construct an indestructible defensive barrier.
The moment the collapsing void came into contact with the golden blade light and the blue torrent, it was quickly swept into them, disappearing without a trace as if it had vanished into the sea.
A moment later, the leader of the Demon Slayer Alliance and the master of Flying Valley suddenly experienced a surge of blood and qi, and at the same time let out a muffled shout, with a trace of blood spilling from the corner of their mouths.
Clearly, blocking this attack came at a significant cost to both of them.
At this moment, the fear in the eyes of the Demon Slayer Alliance Leader and the Valley Master of Flying Crossing Valley could no longer be suppressed, and their hearts were filled with panic and horror.
This was just a casual palm strike from that kid's physical body, yet it forced the two of them to summon their Dharma forms to barely block it.
It should be understood that the Dharma Image is a saint's last trump card; once it is used, it means that the saint has given everything.
They didn't even have time to think about how Qin Luo could unleash such terrifying strength; in this life-or-death moment, they had only one thought in their minds:
If we don't leave now, we might end up like the abbot of the Rakshasa Temple!
Faced with death, all so-called dignity and ambition seem insignificant. The two exchanged a glance, then turned around without hesitation, using all their strength to escape into the distance, leaving behind only a devastated battlefield and Qin Luo standing there like a demon god.
Seeing the two trying to escape, Qin Luo chuckled and stomped down indifferently. Under this force, the abbot of Rakshasa Temple was instantly crushed into a pile of minced meat. A saint of his generation had fallen.
Following the force of the stomping, Qin Luo's body rose up, his aura surging, originally intending to chase after him.
However, the moment he moved, he sensed a faint, unusual fluctuation.
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