The attacks of the three of them could not be said to be weak. They basically did not hold back. Fenghao even used the Force of Illusionary Martial Arts and the energy of Sky's Punishment, condensing the Rushing Tiger 10 Stacks. The space was shaken to the point that it was about to shatter. The three attacks carried a great momentum that could destroy the heavens and earth. They crashed towards Liu Canyan mercilessly.
Seeing this scene, Liu Canyan's lips curled up slightly. After a while, she regained her coldness. She flipped her hand and slapped out.
Boom! Boom!
Her seemingly casual palm strike was like the entire world pressing down. The space seemed to be rolled up as if it was solid. It had a steel-like texture, like the waves of a tsunami. Feng Hao, who was charging over, spat out blood the moment he came into contact with it. Yan Qing's lightning pillar and Xie Yandong's Undying Divine Fire were both crushed before the waves. The trio's attacks only slowed the waves down slightly, and they rolled towards the pale yellow water curtain.
Boom! …
The corporeal wave violently collided with the water curtain. Immediately, numerous cracks appeared on the waterfall-like water curtain. As the enormous force surged forward, the group of people were swept away by the wave and fell miserably.
Everything seemed to be paper in front of the waves. It was unstoppable, and even the defense of the 'Qingming Gen Mountain Soil' was unable to withstand a single blow from the waves.
"Haha … You forgot that you still have me."
A savage laughter rang out behind Liu Canyan. A figure shrouded in dark light descended like a deity. His aura was vast, and with a deafening sound, he raised his mountain-like fist and smashed it towards Liu Canyan's back.
Seeing that he was about to succeed, Long Yueguang's eyes were filled with joy.
Bang! …
Liu Canyan's lips curled up slightly. She casually stretched out an arm and pulled back, grabbing Long Yueguang's fist like an iron claw. With a slight shake, the monstrous power that Long Yueguang gathered was crushed into nothingness. She casually flung Long Yueguang back to the group.
Everyone's faces were pale, and they looked at her with incomparable shock.
Too strong. The woman in front of him had reached an unimaginable level.
Everyone could clearly sense that Liu Canyan did not use her Saint Energy at all during this exchange. Her cultivation was only at the peak of Wu Huang's. However, even though they were at the same cultivation level, everyone could not withstand a single blow from her. A casual wave of her hand was enough to shatter everyone's joint attack and severely injure them.
Cold sweat dripped down from their foreheads. The pain they were experiencing could not compare to the shock in their hearts.
For example, Feng Hao.
He had already tempered his body to the point where he could control the power of illusions. In his heart, he was already invincible among those of the same level.
Although he had never said it out loud, he thought so in his heart.
The combination of the Power of Illusions and the peerless physical body was almost invincible. The recent battles had proven this point. However, Liu Canyan had destroyed all of this.
Although Yan Qing did not show her desire to excel in front of Feng Hao, she had never submitted to anyone because she had a special physique. If not for Feng Hao's participation, she would have been the new champion.
Similarly, she did not feel that she was weaker than Feng Hao. She was not afraid of anyone of the same level.
Xie Yandong wasn't too far off from her. He possessed the Fire Divine Body. Even if he couldn't unleash the full might of the Undying Divine Flame, he still believed that he was an existence that stood at the apex. No one could suppress him.
Needless to say, Xue Mo did not even make a move. However, the force just now made him feel the threat of death at close range.
Ge Hong's face was full of disbelief. His Qingming Mountain Soil was a divine item, but its defense was so easily destroyed by someone. This made him lose a lot of confidence.
Apart from Longyue Pass, Joan Of Arc, and Wan Xin, they were all prodigies. They had not tasted many setbacks. Their pride and self-control were shattered at this moment.
"If this was on the battlefield … All of you would have died once."
Liu Canyan did not encourage or comfort them when she saw their darkened expressions. Instead, she reprimanded them sternly.
At this moment, she had stripped off her coquettish appearance and seemed exceptionally cold. Her words were cold, like the murmur of the Grim Reaper.
Indeed, if they had met such a strong cultivator on the battlefield, they would have died without a doubt.
"Why are all of you inferior to me when we are in the same realm?"
Liu Canyan squinted her long and narrow eyes and glanced at everyone. Her gaze stopped on Joan Of Arc first. "You, as the Nine Heavens Mysterious Spiritual Body, are blessed by nature. However, what are you doing? Your impulsiveness will only harm your teammates and drag down the people around you. Other than that, you are useless. To me … you are just a useless vase."
"Liu …"
Feng Hao wanted to stand up and refute, but Liu Canyan's gaze swept over him. Under a powerful pressure, his body creaked and he was drenched in sweat. He could not even stand up and his words were cut off.
"I …"
Joan Of Arc's pretty face turned pale. She could not find any words to refute.
"You haven't forgotten the advantage of your Nine Heavens Mysterious Spiritual Body, right? If that's the case … then, it is really a waste of a heavenly gift for you to have the Nine Heavens Mysterious Spiritual Body."
Liu Canyan continued to attack her coldly. Her words were merciless.
Indeed, Joan Of Arc's actions just now would be too unwise if they were on the battlefield. It was practically a suicidal action. She had to be stopped.
"My advantage …"
There was a flash of understanding in Joan Of Arc's eyes.
She still vaguely remembered what the old woman had said to her.
"The Nine Heavens Mysterious Spiritual Body can draw upon the Primordial Spiritual Energy above the Nine Heavens. It is so powerful that it is unparalleled. At its peak, it can destroy the universe … If you draw upon the Primordial Spiritual Energy and pour it into the body of a powerful cultivator, the other party's strength will increase greatly. If you use the Primordial Spiritual Energy to suppress it, the other party's strength will be suppressed …"
Of course, she remembered. However, when she saw that Feng Hao was injured, she lost her composure. When Feng Hao was injured again to save her, she already knew that she had done wrong.
Now, after Liu Canyan's merciless pointing out, she understood even more how wrong she was. If they were really on the battlefield … perhaps, Feng Hao would be killed because of her actions just now.
On the other hand, if she had drawn upon the Primordial Spiritual Energy of the Nine Heavens, perhaps she could have changed the outcome.
Joan Of Arc glanced at Feng Hao, who was being suppressed by the Primordial Spiritual Energy. Her heart ached.
"Tutor … I was wrong."
Her words did not sound weak. On the contrary, there was a sense of determination in them.
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