Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor
Chapter 472: Divine Elephant Step! Lion’s Roar Wave!

Chapter 472: Chapter 472: Divine Elephant Step! Lion’s Roar Wave!

As Taoist Qingxuan’s voice rang out, more than two hundred disciples of Qingcheng Temple surrounding the area, dozens of them drew their long swords, displayed their movement techniques, and enclosed Fang Bai, Ghost Hand, and Wu De within a sword array.

Fang Bai looked closely and saw that the sword array was composed of forty-nine disciples, standing in the positions of the Eight Trigrams, which secretly conformed to the Heavenly Dao. He thought to himself that it was no wonder Qingcheng Temple was one of the great sects of the Ancient Martial World of Huaxia, indeed possessing some true methods.

Fang Bai could tell that although most of the forty-nine Qingcheng Temple disciples that formed the sword array were only Yellow Level Martial Artists, once the array started to circulate, its power would be astonishing. Even an ordinary Earth Level Martial Artist would find it difficult to gain the upper hand.

Fortunately, Ghost Hand had brought him along on this trip; otherwise, had he come alone to seek revenge, he might have never returned.

With the sword array in place, the other hundred or so Qingcheng Temple disciples retreated a few dozen feet away, holding long swords, ready to sweep in from the side and provide support at any moment.

"The Eight Trigrams Sword Formation is our Qingcheng Temple’s formidable grand array. It is mighty, and no matter how strong these three are, they will find it hard to escape today!"

Every Qingcheng Temple disciple thought so in their hearts.

"This formation has some merit! Haha... It just so happens that Taoist Master I haven’t had a fight with anyone for a good ten days or half a month. My hands are itching, so I’ll accompany you all for some fun!"

In the midst of talking, Wu De was already launching an attack.

As a High Rank Earth Level Martial Artist, his vision was extraordinary. At a glance, he identified the key to the sword array, thus his attack was directed straight at Taoist Qingxuan.

Taoist Qingxuan was the Array Eye of this sword array, commanding and driving the entire array. If Taoist Qingxuan could be killed, the sword array would break without an attack, posing no threat whatsoever.

Once Wu De moved, the entire sword array also sprang into action. Dozens of long swords were drawn simultaneously, their lights interweaving into layers of sword nets, fierce sword winds and sword energies surged from all directions towards the three trapped in the array, as if intending to slice the trio to pieces.

This Eight Trigrams Sword Formation, which subtly conformed to the Heavenly Dao, once activated, generated an endless flow of True Yuan, and incessant sword maneuvers seemed to never cease until the three within the array were slain.

Ghost Hand felt surrounded by sword shadows, not knowing which swords were real and which were false. Moreover, those sword shadows were imbued with robust True Yuan and sharp sword energies, each strike’s power and might far beyond his expectations.

He couldn’t think of a way to break the formation for a moment and could only fully circulate the Buddha’s Fury Golden Staff Technique to protect his body with True Yuan. Meanwhile, he bellowed continuously, throwing punches non-stop, hoping to break the sword array with brute force.

However, despite his fierce punches, when they struck the layered sword screens around him, they seemed to sink into a pond of mud, finding no solid ground to hit, which only made him fight more and more in shock.

Hiss—

Hiss—

The sound of fabric tearing arose as Ghost Hand’s clothes were sliced open by the sword wind, creating several cuts. If not for his swift movement technique, he would have already been injured.

In contrast, Wu De, whose strength was much higher than Ghost Hand’s, seemed much more at ease.

Wu De was like a drunken man, swaying left and right, conveniently dodging the dense sword nets aimed at him in his staggering movements. Occasionally, when he struck out with his fists or feet, robust True Yuan surged out, causing the operation of the surrounding sword array to momentarily falter.

Wu De could have easily broken through this Minor Eight Trigrams Sword Formation, but he harboured the intent to play with these Taoists, continuously engaging with them, aiming to exhaust their True Yuan and physical strength.

Fang Bai was undoubtedly the most relaxed of the three in the sword array. He didn’t even move the hands he held behind his back, simply employing the Dragon Soaring to the Heavens Technique to glide leisurely through the array. The dense and intersecting sword energies couldn’t even touch a corner of his clothing.

"Form the Eight Trigrams Great Sword Array!"

Seeing that the minor sword formation could not trouble Fang Bai and his companions, Taoist Qingxuan’s face shifted slightly, and he bellowed again.

With his shout, dozens more Qingcheng Temple disciples holding long swords immediately leaped and joined the sword formation.

In an instant, the Eight Trigrams Minor Sword Formation composed of forty-nine people transformed into an Eight Trigrams Great Sword Array made up of eighty-one people, its power increasing manifold.

Ghost Hand was trapped within the minor sword formation, struggling to cope, and when the great sword array formed, his pressure intensified. It wasn’t long before his left arm turned cold, grazed by the tip of a long sword, causing him a minor injury.

Although divided and surrounded, Fang Bai’s Divine Sense spread out, enveloping the entire sword array. He was crystal clear about the situations of Ghost Hand and Wu De.

The Fat Taoist Wu De, as an Earth Level high rank powerhouse, was far more at ease even though the great sword array greatly increased his pressure. However, he now needed some time to break the formation.

Fang Bai knew full well about the injury of Ghost Hand, but he did not lend a hand.

For a martial artist, the more dangerous and difficult the battle conditions, the more they enrich their practical experience and temper their combat will. The greater the pressure Ghost Hand endured, the more benefits he would obtain in the future.

It could be said that after this battle, Ghost Hand’s combat strength would rise to the next level.

Rip—

Rip—

The continuous sound of fabric tearing was interspersed with the low moans of Ghost Hand.

Half an hour had passed, and Ghost Hand’s clothes were tattered beyond recognition, his body covered with numerous sword wounds, blood continually seeping from his injuries, soaking his clothes, making him look like a bloody man.

This intense battle put Ghost Hand under unprecedented stress and immense exhaustion. Although he could continuously absorb Essence Energy from Essence Stones for replenishment, the rate of recovery couldn’t keep up with his rate of exhaustion. Eventually, his True Yuan and physical strength were nearly depleted, his legs began to wobble, and he was on the verge of collapse.

Even though he knew his master must be close by, Ghost Hand still clenched his teeth and persevered without crying out for help.

When he was about to falter, a sudden enlightenment dawned on Ghost Hand, and his Cultivation Level instantaneously reached the brink of a breakthrough to a higher realm.

Given a moment’s time, he would leap over the barrier to the next stage, reaching a new realm, with his strength skyrocketing dramatically.

Fang Bai felt the changes in Ghost Hand right away and intended to protect him, assisting his breakthrough. Therefore, he stepped forward with one foot and fiercely stamped on the ground.

"Get out of my way!"

As his right foot landed, Fang Bai opened his mouth and let out a deep, resonant roar.

Divine Elephant Eight Desolate Steps!

Lion’s Roar Sonic Wave!

With that one stomp from Fang Bai, it was as if an ancient primordial divine elephant, towering a myriad of feet tall, stamped its pillar-like legs onto the ground, making the entire Qingcheng Temple seem to tremble.

The ninety and one Qingcheng Temple disciples forming the Eight Trigrams Great Sword Array stumbled about, struggling to maintain their footing, causing the sword array to instantly fall into disarray.

Meanwhile, the roar Fang Bai emitted was like that of an enraged lion, letting out a fierce roar toward the heavens.

The sound waves rolled out like invisible surges, striking out in all directions, causing all Qingcheng Temple disciples to reel with blood churning and heads spinning, their eardrums on the verge of splitting.

Some of the Qingcheng Temple disciples with weaker strength dropped their long swords, clutched their ears tightly, and rolled on the ground in agony.

Even Taoist Qingxuan, with his Profound Level Perfection strength, turned pale, staggered, and nearly plopped down on the ground.

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