Chapter 2088 - 2087: The Battle Resumes

Chapter 2088: Chapter 2087: The Battle Resumes

"How bold! You’re too arrogant. Today, as the Clan Leader, I am going to experience your Divine Skills firsthand!" roared the Clan Leader of the Three-headed Flood Dragon Clan.

Roar!

Following his low growl, his body shivered slightly and transformed into his true form.

A blood-red Flood Dragon, ten zhang large, with three gigantic dragon heads and a serpent-like body, but with four limbs under its belly. A terrifying Evil Qi emanated from his body.

If he wished, he could instantly transform into a thousand-zhang large form!

However, when battling with cultivators of the same or higher level, the size of the body cannot determine victory or defeat. On the contrary, during combat, it can become inflexible and affect one’s performance.

For this reason, True Spirits often deliberately control their bodies to suit combat.

Hei Wuchang does it like this, and so does the Clan Leader of the Three-headed Flood Dragon Clan.

"Hell Netherworld Fire!" the Clan Leader of the Three-headed Flood Dragon Clan roared, and at this moment, all three dragon heads opened simultaneously, spewing three strong flames from their mouths.

As soon as these flames appeared, they exuded immense momentum, merging in the air. Where they passed, the space emitted a series of terrifying sounds, seemingly unable to bear the immense pressure, charging towards the Rashamon Palace Master.

"Oh! Such trivial tricks, and you dare show them before me, break it for me!" the Rashamon Palace Master sneered coldly.

With a flip of her right hand, without any visible methods, the previously exhibited Divine Skill reappeared. A black palm print erupted from her hand, with ink-black flames dancing on it, suddenly expanding to become a hundred zhang in size, and collided with the Hell Netherworld Fire.

Boom!

A violent wave of Qi exploded from the point of contact between the two forces, rolling back toward the surroundings.

Step, step, step...

The Clan Leader of the Three-headed Flood Dragon Clan staggered as his ten zhang form swayed under the Rashamon Palace Master’s strike, retreating several steps in the air before stabilizing.

"You’re too weak! If you were the only one here today, I could skin and gut you within ten strokes! You should be thankful there are twelve others here; otherwise, you’d be seriously injured if not killed!" the Rashamon Palace Master declared domineeringly.

"You go too far!" the Clan Leader of the Three-headed Flood Dragon Clan said with a dark expression.

"Going too far? I don’t think so. Even if it is, it’s because I’m capable of bullying you. Today, I’ll kill a dragon! And make a grand roasted Dragon Meat feast!" the Rashamon Palace Master’s eyes chilled as she spoke with murder in her tone.

Buzz!

A violent killing intent erupted from her, madly rolling up into the sky.

Under this violent killing intent, the sky dimmed, instantly losing color.

"Are the eleven of you going to join him? Or just watch?" the Rashamon Palace Master asked coldly.

"Rashamon Palace Master, don’t be so arrogant! As a Clan Leader, I advise you to sincerely apologize to him! Otherwise, don’t blame us for not showing mercy and slaying you here." the Titan Divine Sword said coldly.

"Hahaha—! With this group of trash? It’s not that I underestimate you, but even if you all join forces, I’m not afraid in the slightest! Since you all want to die, how can I not satisfy you? After I slaughter you, drinking your True Spirit blood might push me further up the ladder!" the Rashamon Palace Master laughed arrogantly into the sky.

"Bullshit!"

"Rash Demon Bitch! You’re looking to die!"

"Everyone, let’s go and slaughter this insolent bitch together!"

With dark expressions, the remaining ten True Spirit Clan Leaders roared one by one.

Whiz, whiz, whiz...

As their words fell, the ten of them leapt and instantly surrounded the Rashamon Palace Master. Their immense momentum stirred large clouds, barbarically and domineeringly suppressing the Rashamon Palace Master.

"Attack!" The Titan Divine Sword growled lowly.

In the next moment, the bodies of the twelve True Spirit Clan Leaders moved simultaneously; each one’s body shook and transformed into their ten zhang true forms. Various colors of protective aura burst from their bodies.

Each displayed their Innate Divine Ability, carrying tremendous power as they charged violently at the Rashamon Palace Master.

Wherever they went, all surrounding spaces were dominantly sealed, and strong coercion, like a storm, plundered madly. Powerful waves of Qi continuously suppressed the Rashamon Palace Master.

"Before we began, I thought your twelve-man joint effort could pressure me a bit! But now, you’ve really disappointed me. Twelve people joining forces, yet you’re so weak!" The Rashamon Palace Master said disdainfully.

"Humph! It’s enough to kill you!" the Titan Divine Sword snorted coldly.

"Really? It seems like you won’t shed tears until you face the Yellow River! In that case, let me show you the newly comprehended Divine Technique ’Rashamon True Wheel Technique’!" the Rashamon Palace Master said coldly.

"Rashamon True Wheel Technique!"

She let out a low roar, and as her words fell, behind her appeared a black true wheel, as large as the sun. The terrifying pressure, as the Rashamon True Wheel appeared, madly rolled back towards the surroundings.

"Break it for me!" The Rashamon Palace Master roared again.

She flipped both her palms, and two violent black handprints burst out from her hands. In the next moment, the Rashamon True Wheel behind her emitted countless black spiritual lights, empowering these two black handprints.

Instantly, the pressure of the two black handprints tripled, carrying overwhelming force, smashing onto the Divine Skills of the twelve Clan Leaders.

Boom, boom, boom...

Violent waves of Qi erupted from the point of contact between the two forces, rolling back toward the surroundings.

The twelve True Spirit Clan Leaders and the Rashamon Palace Master simultaneously retreated several steps before stopping.

"Humph! I underestimated you, but the real show is just beginning! Go die!" The Rashamon Palace Master snorted coldly.

Her jade foot flicked, leaving a black shadow in the air, and she charged aggressively again.

Boom, boom, boom...

Soon, violent waves of force erupted from the clashes between both sides, madly rolling back towards the surroundings.

From below, Zhang Xiaohao watched the scene unfold.

"Unexpectedly, the Rashamon Palace Master is so powerful, single-handedly beating the twelve True Spirit Clan Leaders without room for retaliation!" Zhang Xiaohao said seriously.

His gaze swept over the ground.

After such a prolonged battle, hundreds of True Spirits had fallen, and True Spirit blood scattered on the ground.