But those dark mists were all refined by the Thousand Leaves Butterfly King; wherever they passed, they corrupted Mana and dissolved flesh and bone.

Lei Jun’s Mysterious Thunder was adept at dealing with such demonic powers, similar to the Blood River, but the Thousand Leaves Butterfly King was currently overpowering others with his sheer realm.

Tang Xiaotang’s golden-green interwoven Tai Chi Diagram emitted radiant light, protecting herself as she called out, "Lei Jun!"

Without needing her to elaborate, Lei Jun had already formed another Xuánxiāo Five Thunder Talisman.

Within the Talisman, the black Yin Thunder Dragon roared silently, its draconic head emerging to shake all directions.

Beside Tang Xiaotang, the Tianhuang Pure Yang Talisman also shimmered, spawning a Pure Yang Fire Tiger in addition to the Pure Yang Thunder Dragon.

The Pure Yang Fire Tiger and the black Yin Thunder Dragon roared in unison.

Then, gold and black fused, transforming into a gold-black swirling Tai Chi Diagram.

The Dragon-Tiger Strike, formed from Xuanxiao Immortal Thunder and Pure Yang True Fire!

The golden-green Tai Chi Diagram and the gold-black Tai Chi Diagram blazed simultaneously, their intersecting brilliance tearing through the dense dark mist.

Hong Jie attacked with the North Abyss Divine Spear, but Lei Jun, wielding the Celestial Master’s Sword, deflected the blow.

Wei Qiyue scattered her Dust Silk Sword threads around for vigilance. Xiao Xueting did the opposite, stealthily approaching Rong Guangchen with the Mountain and River Sword. Fortunately, Rong Guangchen was fully focused, and the astonishing defensive power of his Four Layer Infant Change Great Elixir allowed him to just barely withstand her strike.

However, he dared not let Xiao Xueting continue her deadly, precise strikes with the Mountain and River Sword and hastily moved aside.

Hong Jie, wielding the North Abyss Divine Spear, rushed to provide support, engaging Xiao Xueting by matching speed for speed and offense for offense. Yet, as a result, their weapons unexpectedly failed to connect in mid-air.

The Thousand Leaves Butterfly King, his dark mist breached by Lei Jun and Tang Xiaotang, remained unhurried and calm. With a flutter of his wings, a multitude of withered leaves descended.

These withered leaves spontaneously ignited, creating a fire rain that instantly covered a vast area.

Lei Jun held the Celestial Master’s Sword. With a sweep of the blade, purple-black lightning coalesced into a circle in the air, continuously blocking the fire rain.

Yet Lei Jun could also feel the Celestial Master’s Sword in his hand being affected; it quivered continuously, growing heavier by the moment.

The Thousand Leaves Butterfly King was not known for direct combat, but as a Great Demon of the Ninth Heavenly Layer, even his seemingly ordinary attacks carried the suppressive weight of his superior realm.

As he exerted his power all around, the pressure on Hong Jie, Rong Guangchen, and Wei Qiyue immediately lessened.

More importantly, amidst the stalemate, Fu Dongsen, on another front, was using the Taiyi Primordial Tower and Qingxiao Manor to gradually quell the agitation of the Altar of Wanfa Sect.

Among the peaks of the rear mountains of Dragon Tiger Mountain, some disciples were scattering to evacuate.

Qin Caiwei kept looking back. "Will they be alright?" she murmured.

She hesitated. The elders of Our Sect are all very kind people. I wonder if there’s any way to help...

As she repeatedly looked back, someone else, alone in the mountains, stopped.

He gazed towards the main peak, a bitter smile on his face. Not satisfied with a temporary repulsion, they’re determined to inflict heavy casualties, aren’t they?

Ah well, it’s still better than in those years. At least now it’s not so easy to draw forth Avici and have everyone perish together.

If Junior Sister Tang could have endured a little longer before waging war against the Li Clan, perhaps the Celestial Master Robe wouldn’t have been lost.

But then again, if she could endure, she wouldn’t be herself.

Fortunately, the Celestial Master’s Sword ended up in her hands, so there was no need to take risks back then.

The unfortunate thing is, the Celestial Master Robe still hasn’t reappeared today. Otherwise, perhaps no risks would have been necessary at all?

It seems some risks must be taken now... He raised his hand and lightly touched the spot between his eyebrows. One Talisman Scripture after another materialized, then dispersed like ink drops in water.

"May the compassion of Buddha shine upon all, illuminating the world, subduing demons and vanquishing evil spirits!"

Pure golden Buddhist light flared up in the mountains, coalescing into a dragon.

"Mighty Celestial Dragon! Great Luo Law Incantation! Prajna Buddhas! World-Honored Ksitigarbha!"

The golden-light Celestial Dragon rose from beyond the mountains, flying towards Dragon Tiger Mountain, its arrival heralded by Buddhist chants echoing in all directions.

A Mighty Celestial Dragon of such cultivation? Fu Dongsen, Rong Guangchen, Hong Jie, and the others were all slightly surprised.

A Buddhist Oath Lineage cultivator at Perfection of the Eighth Heavenly Layer... Tianlong Temple should only have one Supreme Elder who has reached this level. Given his advanced age, he hasn’t left the temple for many years. How could he rush thousands of miles to assist the Celestial Master Mansion?

The Mighty Celestial Dragon was incomparably fierce and majestic. It slammed a claw onto the Taiyi Primordial Tower. The tower, which had been contending with the Altar of Wanfa Sect, immediately swayed violently.

A boundless force surged, threatening to tear the tower from the Altar of Wanfa Sect.

"You... Faqing?!" Fu Dongsen steadied his Magical Treasure, his astonishment even greater. "You aren’t dead? What are you doing here?"

Enveloped by the golden-light Celestial Dragon, a monk with a youthful appearance sat within, his countenance solemn and dignified. "To lend an old friend a hand. Taoist Fu, Taoist Hong, Taoist Rong, Taoist Wei, I apologize for today’s offense."

Rong Guangchen, Hong Jie, and Wei Qiyue were just as astonished as Fu Dongsen.

The newcomer was actually Monk Faqing, the legendary prodigy of Tianlong Temple who was rumored to have died young!

He had vanished without a trace for several decades. Who would have thought he would reappear not in Suzhou’s Tianlong Temple, but here at Xinzhou’s Dragon Tiger Mountain?

For a moment, everyone was shocked and uncertain, unable to predict who else might come to Dragon Tiger Mountain’s aid.

But after a brief hesitation, they composed themselves once more.

The situation had reached a critical juncture, leaving no room for distraction.

Hong Jie, taking advantage of her Immortal Traversal Heavenly Sea technique, immediately sent the North Abyss Divine Spear thrusting towards the monk who was destabilizing the Taiyi Primordial Tower.

The Thousand Leaves Butterfly King’s form seemed to scatter into countless withered leaves in mid-air. Each leaf now flashed with a fine light, unleashing an even fiercer attack than before, spreading out to envelop everyone present.

But at that moment, Lei Jun suddenly raised his hand!

A seemingly ordinary horsetail whisk flew into the air.

The horsetail whisk also dispersed, its thousands of strands rapidly extending.

Incredibly, every single strand accurately struck each of the withered leaves that the Thousand Leaves Butterfly King had scattered.