Asura Mad Emperor

Qinchuan originally intended to suppress the members of the Jiuli Ghost Sect with a single move, but upon seeing Chi Shan and others deploying the Fusang Golden Wheel Formation, he immediately hid and remained still.

The power of the Golden Wheel Formation was impressive; it was a Mountain Protection Array personally developed by the whippersnapper Chi Tian back in the day and was later improved by Qinchuan, resulting in this formation.

It was more than enough to deal with the people from the Jiuli Ghost Sect, so there was no need for Qinchuan to take action himself.

Just then, the giant ghostly hand, glowing with a faint netherworldly blue light, came into contact with the golden wheel.

As the two entwined, the golden wheel suddenly started spinning with a rumbling noise. Bursting forth from the wheel's blades were countless Golden Laws, resembling the Heavenly Divine True Fire, scorching the giant ghost hand.

"Sizzle—"

The pinky finger of the giant ghost hand was instantly charred by the golden True Fire, and gouts of dark blood flowed out, spattering upon the golden wheel.

The blood dripping from within the ghost hand was corrosive blood, condensed from the essence Qi of various malevolent spirits in the Jiuyou Purgatory, capable of eroding the great ways of the world, its corrosive force even stronger than the waters of the Netherworld by threefold.

Yet, as it fell upon the golden wheel, other than making a "pfft" noise, it caused no impact whatsoever.

"This Golden Wheel Formation is the strongest Defensive Grand Formation of the Burning Heaven Sect. It would be really difficult to break through forcefully! At this moment, the only way is to break through one by one!"

A cold light flickered in Han Feng's eyes as he rapidly contemplated a solution.

A burst of brilliance shot from Han Feng's eyes, the power of the Dao surged within his gaze, illuminating those within the formation.

"Aha, the southeast corner is a weak spot!"

Han Feng, too, was proficient in formations and, after a short while, he noticed that although the golden wheel appeared dazzling and mighty, the light in the southeast corner was faintly dim. His face lit up with joy, and he hastily said, "Elders, attack the formation at the northwest direction!"

By this time, some sharp-eyed elders of the Jiuli Ghost Sect had already spotted the weak point in the Golden Wheel Formation at the southeast corner, but they did not understand why their Sect Leader ordered an attack on the northwest.

But since the Sect Leader had commanded, they all heightened their spirits, Dao powers surging out endlessly and furiously.

"Bang—"

"Bang—"

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Series of crisp sounds suddenly exploded as the ground began to crack open at this moment. Then, one by one, ghastly white skeletal hands emerged from the cracks.

The sinister white bones gave off an eerie aura of death, tainted with ghostly energies that induced fear.

Simultaneously, ghostly gas burst out from the fissures, and as soon as the Nether gas crawled onto the surface, it rapidly spread in all directions. In no time, the entire sky was enveloped in the chilling ghostly gas.

In this instant, the entire gate of the Burning Heaven Sect was transformed into a domain of ghosts and demons, resembling the halls of Yama, causing one's hair to stand on end, wishing not to stay another moment.

Countless sinister white bony claws surged out of the ground and began climbing upwards, soon covering the entire Golden Wheel.

At the northwest of the golden wheel, numerous Ghost Claws were stacked like mountains, constantly scratching and clawing.

At the same time, the Golden Wheel spun rapidly, and the skeletal hands shattered upon contact, grinding into fine dust that scattered over the earth.

While the great formations of both the Jiuli Ghost Sect and the Burning Heaven Sect were intertwined in their struggle.

Suddenly, Han Feng soared into the sky, turning into a rainbow light that fiercely crashed towards the southeast corner of the Golden Wheel.

"Break!"

A rainbow light flashed as Han Feng, wrapped in the swirling power of the Ghost Path, slammed straight into the southeastern corner of the Golden Wheel, emitting a thunderous, deafening roar.

"Boom!"

The collision between the Great Dao and the Golden Laws was like a clap of thunder from a clear sky, raising a wave of shock that swept over everyone's cheeks.

The Golden Wheel, which had been as immovable as a mountain, started to tremble following Han Feng's punch.

"What, Supreme Saint Peak!"

The elders of the Burning Heaven Sect looked at Han Feng in shocked suspicion.

Chi Shan's eyes also narrowed as his mind was hit by a surge: "When did Han Feng advance from the Supreme Saint Late Stage to the Supreme Saint Peak? He is only one step away from entering the Quasi-Emperor level!"

To be at the Supreme Saint level is to be at the last Mortal Realm before stepping into the Emperor Realm, and the Supreme Saint Peak is indeed the very last stretch within the Mortal Realms. It's as if one foot had already shed the Mortal Body, touching the threshold of the Emperor Realm. With a little more time, becoming a Quasi-Emperor would be a certainty.

At this point, each action of a Supreme Saint carries the potential of a Great Emperor, and they could hardly find an equal among their peers in the Supreme Saint Realm.

Qinchuan watched the ongoing battle with indifference.

Although Han Feng's moves already bore the essence of the Emperor Realm, they were still far from its true heights. With the power of the Golden Wheel Great Formation, that punch from Han Feng should have resulted in a backlash against him.

Yet, not only did Han Feng not suffer from the backfiring force, but he also managed to move it ever so slightly.

However, Qinchuan soon realized why.

While the Golden Wheel Great Formation could indeed be activated by at least twelve saints, to unleash its full potential, it would need at least six cultivators of the Supreme Saint Realm to act as the formation's eyes.

Six Supreme Saints as the formation's eyes could repel a Quasi-Emperor attacking their mountain, rendering them unable to breach the Burning Heaven Sect without exerting considerable effort.

But at this moment, with the Great Elder out searching for medicine, the Burning Heaven Sect only had five Supreme Saints available. In the face of urgency, an elder at the Great Saint Late Stage took over the Great Elder's position to complete the formation's eyes.

The difference between the Great Saint Late Stage and the Supreme Saint is but a single step, yet when it comes to setting formations, the disparity is as vast as heaven and earth—the power is not even half that of the original formation.

That is why Han Feng found a weak point, reflected in the continuous strain the Ghost Hand Formation wrought by the ten elders of the Jiuli Ghost Sect put on the formation's Divine Power. This is why Han Feng managed to nudge the formidable array.

Just then, a sharp light glinted in Han Feng's eyes, and he thought to himself that it was indeed feasible.@@novelbin@@

The next moment, Han Feng's aura surged tremendously, his ghostly energy billowing like a hungry wolf, rolling like a great river, shaking heaven and earth, as he bravely punched again towards the breach in the formation.

Seeing that Han Feng's fist carried the erosive miasma of specters, which began to corrode the formation, Qinchuan suddenly spoke up.

"The Golden Wheel Great Formation, with its formation eyes divided into Wind, Fire, Thunder, Water, Wood, and Metal, has a weakness in the Fire eye. The power of the Wind and Thunder formations can be mobilized to compensate. Chi Shan, Chi Ren, you two…"

Qinchuan had personally guided Chi Tian in improving the formation, and he was already proficient in the tens of thousands of variations of the grand formation. Seeing that Han Feng was attempting the same tactic, he promptly spoke up to remind them.

Chi Shan and Chi Ren, who were located at the Wind and Thunder eyes respectively, heeded his words and, with a quick change of hand gestures as Qinchuan had advised, began to channel their mana.

In that moment, the rapidly spinning Golden Wheel accelerated even further, and the Golden Dao Patterns materialized into a thick, solid shield, spewing out dazzling runes that coated the towering, sinister ghost hands.

Countless ghost hands were blasted away, scattering in all directions.

As Han Feng's fist struck the Golden Wheel, before the erosive force could even take effect, ripples of Dao Patterns surged within three inches above the Golden Wheel, as if a great mountain had been plunged into the sea of Golden Laws. Massive waves undulated, unleashing a colossal rebuff that violently shook Han Feng back.

Blown away by that incredibly powerful backlash, Han Feng didn't come to a stop until he reached the side of the ten elders of the Jiuli Ghost Sect, finally steadying himself as he spat out a mouthful of blood with a 'wah.'