The purple light struck with an even more powerful force.
"Purple Brilliant Holy Light Break!" With a long roar, the purple light that was getting more and more powerful suddenly swept out. Countless spirals spun wildly on its surface, tearing the sky apart at an even faster speed.
Break!
Break!
Break!
All obstructions would be destroyed.
Zi Huan had not attacked yet, but once he attacked, he used his most powerful move.
His idea was very straightforward. Holy Son Cang Gu had just fought with Li Wuji. With Li Wuji's powerful strength, Holy Son Cang Gu must have used up a lot of energy. Since that was the case, he would use his most powerful attack to defeat Holy Son Cang Gu. Otherwise, the longer the battle dragged on, the more power Holy Son Cang Gu could recover.
This attack was at full power. Ordinary Third Extremity martial artists would not be able to withstand it and would be defeated directly.
"I'm afraid it's not enough," Chen Zong said quietly.
Purple Brilliant Holy Light Break clashed with the Ancient Elysium Fist. After a slight pause, the surface of the lake exploded again. The shocking force shook the heavens and the earth, and thousands of tons of lake water swept up into the sky.
The purple light shattered, and so did the Ancient Elysium Fist. However, Holy Son Cang Gu did not move at all. Instead, his aura became even more powerful. On the other hand, Zi Huan was sent flying backwards. He could only feel his fist trembling uncontrollably. A terrifying force was constantly attacking every part of his body.
Too powerful!
Zi Huan felt that he had miscalculated. However, since he had already attacked, there was no reason to regret. He could only use all his strength to defeat Holy Son Cang Gu.
Thinking of this, Zi Huan's arms shook as he dispelled the impact from his body. His figure stood firmly on the surface of the lake as a tyrannical aura swept out from his body like a storm. Strands of purple light circled around his body like lightning arcs, jumping crazily and making a series of scalp-numbing sizzling sounds.
"Purple Emperor Bloodline!"
"Zi Huan wants to decide the victor in one move."
The difference between bloodline martial artists and ordinary martial artists was their bloodline. Bloodline martial artists who had awakened their bloodline would not only surpass ordinary martial artists in terms of cultivation speed, they would also have abilities that ordinary martial artists did not possess.
Furthermore, once a bloodline martial artist activated the power of their bloodline, their strength would increase significantly.
The power of their bloodline was like a secret technique that would never be outdated.
Purple arcs of light covered his entire body, making Zi Huan look like a warrior who had walked out of purple lightning. Every strand of his hair shot up into the sky with dancing arcs of electricity.
"So strong!"
"As expected of the bloodline of the Violet Emperor, one of the Five Emperors. Once it is activated, it is so shocking."
With a wave of his hand, two purple electric arcs tore through the air. They were light and swift, like two purple butterflies fluttering in the air. Their trajectories were hard to grasp.
Accompanied by a sizzling sound that made one's scalp tingle, the purple arcs of lightning quickly flew out from both sides and shot towards Holy Son Cang Gu.
Holy Son Cang Gu made a grabbing motion with his hand, and the erratic purple arc of lightning was unable to escape his grasp. It was as if it had rushed into Holy Son Cang Gu's hand by itself.
The two bolts of purple lightning were directly shattered by his claws.
However, even more purple lightning arcs shot out from Zi Huan's hands. There were at least a hundred of them, and they looked like a group of butterflies surrounded by purple lightning.
A single purple arc of lightning already possessed astonishing power. Hundreds of purple arcs of lightning appeared together, causing everyone's scalp to go numb. Even Saint Son Canggu couldn't help but reveal a trace of graveness.
However, it was only a sliver.
Ancient Elysium Fist Foundation Move!
Another punch blasted out. It seemed to envelop heaven and earth.
Pop pop pop!
The purple arcs of lightning shattered one after another.
"Purple Brilliant Holy Light Break!"
Suddenly, a purple oval about half the size of a person appeared with a loud rumble. The air was like a giant oval drill that tore through the sky. It carried with it an even more tyrannical power and instantly pierced through the shattered purple arcs of lightning.
The purple oval ball of light was covered with countless lightning bolts and emitted a terrifying pressure that made one's heart tremble.
Ancient Elysium Fist Foundation Move!
However, Holy Son Cang Gu seemed to have been prepared. He wasn't surprised at all. Instead, he raised his fist and punched out.
This punch carried with it the power of heaven and earth, and it emitted a shocking rumble.
The Purple Brilliant Holy Light Break collided with the Ancient Elysium Fist once again.
Everyone's eyes widened.
Had the Purple Brilliant Holy Light Break, which had activated his bloodline power, destroyed the Ancient Elysium Fist?
Or had the Ancient Elysium Fist Foundation Move destroyed the Purple Brilliant Holy Light Break?
The answer would be revealed in the next moment.
Li Wuji, who had retreated to the island, was also watching.
Boom!
The world turned dark. The sound disappeared and the light turned into black and white.
They could vaguely see a figure flying back at an astonishing speed.
Without a doubt, it was Zi Huan's figure.
Holy Son Cang Gu only retreated less than three steps.
Zi Huan rushed out of the lake and landed on a protruding rock. His face was pale, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.
"I have lost this battle. But how much power do you have left?" Zi Huan asked bluntly.
As soon as he admitted defeat, the Golden Dragon of Luck naturally appeared. Holy Son Cang Gu's Golden Dragon of Luck expanded again and gradually approached eight feet long.
While everyone was shocked, Zi Huan's words echoed in their minds.
How much power did Holy Son Cang Gu have left?
If they wanted to defeat him, now was the best time. Otherwise, when Holy Son Cang Gu's power recovered, he would become even more powerful under the influence of the Golden Dragon of Luck. At that time, no one would be his match.
"Who else?" Holy Son Cang Gu did not care at all. His eyes flashed like lightning as he challenged again.
So far, the people who had not been defeated were Chen Zong of the Tai Yuan Sky Sect, Yi Qianqiu of the Proud Sword Sky Sect, Yin Qingyue of the Bright Moon Sky Sect, Bai Qingjue of the Bai Family, Lan Yunmiao of the Lan Family, Qing Chen of the Qing Family, and the disciples of the Tianlan Sacred Ground who had not arrived.
As for the disciples of the three top forces of the Middle Saint Continent, they had all been defeated.
In this situation, Holy Son Cang Gu had to suppress everyone.
Who?
Who could fight him?
Who?
Who could defeat Holy Son Cang Gu?
"Bai Qingjue of the Bai Family." The white figure turned into a white stream of light and arrived on the waves. Her cold voice was like the descent of ice and snow, causing everyone to involuntarily tremble.
In the blink of an eye, a graceful figure in a white robe appeared before everyone's eyes. She appeared in front of Holy Son Cang Gu.
Bai Qingjue of the Bai Family!
The Dragon Sons of the Five Emperor Families. The Bai Family and Lan Family were women.
The cold Bai Qingjue's beautiful face was suffused with an icy chill. Her eyes seemed to be filled with frost. This was not only because of her personality, but also because of the influence of the bloodline in her body, as well as the influence of the cultivation method she cultivated.
"Are you the only one?" Holy Son Cang Gu's deep eyes stared at Bai Qingjue, giving her a shocking pressure. "Not enough, not enough."
"Holy Son, you're in such a good mood. How about I join in?" Coquettish laughter could be heard. Immediately, the waves swept over, and a blue figure stood on the waves. She arrived quickly with the surging waves.
Lan Yunmiao of the Lan Family!
"Are there any more?" Holy Son Cang Gu asked calmly. Two was obviously not enough.
"The Qing Family is one of the Five Emperor Families, right?" Holy Son Cang Gu asked again.
"As you wish." A deep voice sounded, causing Chen Zong's eyes to light up. It was a familiar voice.
He saw a green figure strolling over, walking on the surface of the lake, calm and unhurried.
Qing Chen!
Seeing Qing Chen again, Chen Zong couldn't help but feel a little emotional.
When they first met at the Three Ferocious City on Chaotian Island, they had become friends after a battle.
When they met again, he had become stronger, and Qing Chen had also become stronger.
After that, they received Qing Chen's invitation to go to the Blue Waves Continent together, but they were separated at sea. Now, they met again. He came with the fate of the Tai Yuan Heaven Sect, and Qing Chen came with the fate of the Qing Family.
"One against three?"
"Can they win?"
Everyone was shocked.
Although no one had seen Bai Qingjue, Lan Yunmiao, and Qing Chen's strength, they were definitely not weak since they were able to come with the fate of their families. At least, they were not weaker than Chi Xiao and Zi Huan.
The three of them were not inferior to Chi Xiao and Zi Huan, and they were going to join forces to fight against Holy Son Cang Gu.
Was Holy Son Cang Gu really that strong?
No one knew. Other than Holy Son Cang Gu himself, no one knew.
But everyone was excited.
This was Holy Son Cang Gu's invitation, so it was not against the rules.
"Let's fight." Holy Son Cang Gu's body shook, and as if it was infinitely expanding, he was as tall as the sky.
Let's fight!
These two words were enough to explain everything.
"Let's fight!" The mark between Qing Chen's eyebrows suddenly shone with a shocking light. The green light was like flowing flames, engulfing his entire body and covering him from top to bottom. Where there were no clothes to cover, one could see green veins distributed. The veins looked like flames.
In an instant, Qing Chen activated the power of Emperor Qing's bloodline.
If they were going to fight, they would fight in their strongest state.
They would fight until the world was turned upside down.
Since Qing Chen had activated the power of Emperor Qing's bloodline, Bai Qingjue and Lan Yunmiao would not hold back. The two of them also activated their bloodline power.
The moment Emperor Bai's bloodline was activated, frost swept up from the bottom of their feet. In the blink of an eye, it surrounded Bai Qingjue's entire body. Wisps of frost and white fog spread out, as soft as silk. The lake water beneath their feet was quickly frozen, spreading out and covering a radius of more than ten meters.
Cold!
The moment Emperor Bai's bloodline was activated, the temperature of the lake started to drop, spreading out in all directions.
The moment Lan Yunmiao activated her bloodline power, the wind and clouds in the sky surged. Her robe danced in the wind, making her slightly plump body look like a fairy.
The huge wave fell, but Lan Yunmiao's body slowly left the lake and floated in the air.
This was the characteristic of Emperor Lan's bloodline.
The three people who had activated their bloodline power all had the strength of the Extreme Third Extreme. Furthermore, the three of them had joined forces. If they were still not a match for Holy Son Canggu, it could only mean that Holy Son Canggu was too strong.
Facing the three of them, Holy Son Canggu's face turned serious, but the aura around him grew stronger and stronger.
He was not afraid of a strong opponent. He was only afraid that he would not be able to fight.
How lonely would it be to be invincible among those of the same level?
He opened his arms and his wide sleeves fluttered in the wind, creating a whistling gale. Then, Holy Son Canggu attacked.
His five fingers clenched into a fist, but he did not pull back his arm. He only trembled slightly and struck the air. With two booming sounds, it was as if a heavenly drum had been struck. The invisible fist force carried astonishing power as it blasted towards Bai Qingjue and Lan Yunmiao.
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