Slaughter... them?

The instant those words drifted out, Yi Daohong's form abruptly withdrew a full hundred zhang.

The other Xuanguang Cave cultivators likewise scattered, assuming defensive postures against the enemy.

And just as Miao Qinghui was still weighing how much truth there was in those words, a vast, imposing golden radiance swept past before her eyes.

For that dark-gold dharma form had not hesitated in the slightest.

Like an arrow loosed from the string, its massive, powerful frame shot violently forth.

Shen Yi was, it seemed, the very seal that had bound it.

Once he'd risen into the air and left the golden dharma form's shoulder, this ten-zhang-and-more existence finally revealed its terrifying nature to the world.

A heavy, oppressive pressure raged and swept outward, leaving cultivators of somewhat lower cultivation utterly unable to draw breath.

Until it arrived directly above Yi Daohong's head.

Its enormous palm, its lines etched sharp and clear, came crashing down from above in a sky-blotting, earth-covering descent!

Two late-stage Spirit-Transformation cultivators crossing hands — a single exchange was enough to send the heaven-and-earth qi into utter riot.

It gathered swiftly, condensing in the air into a dharma-sword shining like a river of snow-bright silver, a full zhang in length, its blade immeasurably thick and heavy.

Crack! Crack!

The Prison Dharma Form neither dodged nor gave ground; its palm came straight down, and the broad, zhang-long dharma-sword drove point-first at its palm.

Amid the crisp report, the dharma-sword not only failed to pierce that dark-gold palm — it shattered inch by inch beneath that titanic force, dispersing once more into heaven-and-earth qi.

Yi Daohong took that palm-strike head-on by sheer force, and his whole body plunged toward the ground, caught utterly unprepared, crashing thunderously into the rock face of Dragon-Fang Mountain!

A single exchange, and the difference between them was decided.

The Xuanguang Cave cultivators' faces went ashen; they finally recalled just how fearsome this pack of divine-spirit cultivators could be.

That faith-forged body, mighty as a demon's, was in no way inferior to a spirit-treasure.

With every fist and every palm — graze it…