Chapter 361: Rivers and Mountains Like a Painting, Beauties Like Flowers

Chapter 365A Land Like a Painting, a Beauty Like a Flower

The vast, silver ice field stretched endlessly, with no sign of human habitation for thousands of miles.

The Saintess of the Purple Mansion, calm and composed like a purple snow lotus, showed no sign of panic despite being encircled.

"Bang!"

Tu Fei struck first, forming a dragon claw seal. A massive black dragon burst forth with a roar, shaking the ice field, and lunged towards the Saintess.

With a flick of her hair, the Saintess of the Purple Mansion's raven strands cascaded like a waterfall. A purple mist spread, seemingly disrupting the flow of time, and the black dragon instantly disintegrated.

She raised her slender hand, and a scroll unfurled, revealing a lifelike world that seemed capable of melting the entire realm and captivating one's mind and body.

Tu Fei was involuntarily lifted off the ground, drawn by an immense force, about to be pulled into the scroll.

"Hum!"

The ice field trembled. Tu Fei, holding the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Pot, gave it a mighty shake. An unassuming gray pot unleashed a dark beam that struck the scroll.

"The fairy sister is truly formidable!" he exclaimed, soaring backward. He finally managed to escape the scroll's pull and avoid being absorbed.

Ye Fan, Pang Bo, and the great black dog all gasped. In just one encounter, Tu Fei had nearly suffered a major defeat and been captured by the Saintess of the Purple Mansion.

The Saintess of the Purple Mansion remained placid, devoid of joy or sorrow, exhibiting a detached indifference. She appeared not to be facing a formidable enemy, but rather serenely observing the blooming and fading of flowers or the rolling and unrolling of clouds.

This was not disdain, but rather her true nature. In such circumstances, she remained undisturbed, as if an unconcerned observer, utterly detached.

Pang Bo advanced, enveloped in surging black mist. He moved with deliberate slowness, his imposing figure causing the ice field to tremble with each step, resembling a towering demon god.

Pang Bo made his move, his right hand forming a seal that resembled both a dragon and a roc. A mere gentle strike caused the void to collapse.

Dense black mist surged as Pang Bo's immense hand transformed into a true dragon. Its head held high, its body like a steel Great Wall, it lunged towards the Saintess of the Purple Mansion with overwhelming force.

The Saintess of the Purple Mansion calmly met the attack. Her hands, white as jade, with slender, crystal-clear fingers like green onions, gently flicked, intercepting the true dragon.

It seemed effortless, devoid of aggression or surging divine power, yet everyone's expression changed. Her ten jade-like fingers carried the aura of the Dao, causing the surrounding void to blur under immense pressure.

The true dragon met her jade fingers, was instantly shattered, letting out a faint roar before fading away.

"Hum!"

The void trembled. Pang Bo's right hand changed its seal, transforming the true dragon into a roc. Golden light erupted, echoing through heaven and earth, as a magnificent roc, seemingly cast from gold, swooped down.

The Saintess of the Purple Mansion remained unperturbed. Her slender jade fingers made a light gesture, as if wielding the Great Dao itself, pushing down. The roc god-bird found it impossible to approach her.

"Boom!"

Pang Bo stepped forward, and the ground trembled. With each step, his aura intensified. By his fourth stride, the ice field had fractured, and rubble flew into the air.

He resembled a demon god, his dark hair wildly a-tangle, his eyes sharp as blades, and his bronze skin gleaming with a precious luster.

"If you enter the Dao realm, I shall break it!"

Pang Bo unleashed the ultimate techniques of the demon race, engaging the Saintess of the Purple Mansion in battle. The ice field and the sky themselves raged as a result.

"Boom!"

A true dragon, a hundred zhang long, soared into the sky, then swung forward, sweeping towards the Saintess of the Purple Mansion, its roar echoing to the heavens.

The Saintess of the Purple Mansion was in a sublime state, unified with heaven and earth. Her every gesture, while seemingly effortless, wielded the Great Dao with terrifying power.

Wherever her slender hands passed, the void twisted, imbued with the aura of the Dao. A mere touch would surely lead to total obliteration of both body and spirit.

This was a clash of titans, a battle of opposites: one wielded heavy, overwhelming force with broad, sweeping attacks, while the other moved with serene grace, appearing ethereal and detached. Despite their contrasting styles, their power was perfectly matched.

Pang Bo did not use the Nine Slashes of the Demon Emperor, as he was not confident of a single-strike success. The opponent's Mountains and Rivers Map hovered in mid-air, requiring his constant vigilance.

"The Eight Forms of the Sky Demon, a hero of the demon race," the Saintess of the Purple Mansion finally spoke, calmly uttering these words.

The secret technique Pang Bo displayed was indeed a paramount demon race art, not a unique personal skill; all great demon powers were familiar with it.

The Eight Forms of the Sky Demon, a supreme ancient art passed down from antiquity, were no weaker than the divine techniques found in the Demon Emperor's Ancient Scripture. Their power was unparalleled, embodying the concept of "force" to its absolute extreme.

With the Eight Forms of the Sky Demon, he stirred heaven and earth, like a resurrected demon god, or an ancient emperor incarnate, shattering the Dao with sheer force!

His fist nearly pierced the void, radiating immense virile energy. With one step, the entire surroundings vibrated.

Pang Bo was unstoppable. His right fist pierced through the purple mist, striking close, while his left hand formed a seal, blocking the soaring purple light.

The Saintess of the Purple Mansion moved like flowing water and drifting clouds, deftly evading the mountain-shattering fist. With a light brush, she drew a Dao trajectory, moving to seal Pang Bo's hands.

Pang Bo recoiled violently, while she materialized a Dao diagram in the void, which swept towards him. It was soft yet firm, and its attack power was intimidating.

"Boom!"

Pang Bo formed a seal and struck the Dao diagram, instantly causing the void to erupt in chaos. This fierce collision sent both combatants flying backward.

However, they immediately resumed their intense battle.

Pang Bo was like a colossal furnace capable of melting heaven and earth, exuding extreme virility. He fought with broad, sweeping movements, his vigor soaring to the heavens, courageous as a god, intent on breaking the Dao with sheer force.

The Saintess of the Purple Mansion, however, possessed an ethereal grace, merging with the ice field and the sky. She transformed into nature itself, becoming increasingly elusive and indistinct.

Their auras were diametrically opposed, and the struggle grew increasingly fierce, making it impossible to determine a victor.

"I heard the Saintess of the Purple Mansion is innately close to the Dao, exceptionally gifted," Tu Fei said, sighing repeatedly, "She rarely makes a move, and her only known battle record is the defeat of the Saint Son of the Purple Mansion at her hands. The Saint Son is inferior to the Saintess." He was even more surprised by Pang Bo's formidable strength.

The great black dog mumbled, "This woman is truly exceptional, a born cultivation prodigy. The later the battle goes, the more terrifying she'll become. Once she reaches a certain realm, her body will merge with the Dao, and no matter how immense your magical power, you will be suppressed."

Pang Bo let out a long roar, forming seals with both hands, pressing down on the ice field and shaking the sky. True dragons, divine phoenixes, and Kunpengs appeared one after another, all manipulated by his hands.

At this moment, heaven and earth stirred. Pang Bo, like the ancient Demon Emperor reborn, his figure majestic, caused the entire realm to tremble.

"Boom!"

Successive, massive collisions intensified their battle to a white-hot fervor. The surging power of the Dao unleashed an avalanche upon the ice field.

The vast snow swept like a tsunami, roaring like ten thousand thundering horses. The ground itself fractured into endless fissures, leaving a landscape of desolation.

"Brothers, grab your weapons and let's go! Let's capture the Saintess alive and make her a wife!" Tu Fei suddenly howled, charging forward first.

"Whoever snatches her gets her!" the great black dog yelped.

This was a psychological tactic; they aimed to disrupt the Saintess of the Purple Mansion's ethereal state of mind and shatter her Dao realm of unity with heaven and earth.

"Boom!"

Within the icy world, an incredibly terrifying aura emerged. Tu Fei's demonic pot hung suspended, its mouth a deep, unfathomable abyss like a black hole.

An unparalleled devouring force emanated from it, a black beam of light extending towards the Saintess of the Purple Mansion, threatening to pull her into the pot.

The scroll above the Saintess of the Purple Mansion's head trembled, and a colossal mountain erupted from it, hurtling towards the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Pot and radiating an ancient aura.

"This is truly an ancient demonic mountain, capable of crushing ten thousand!" the great black dog cried out in alarm, startled. It immediately recoiled, shoving Tu Fei forward.

"You damn dog!"

"Hum!"

The Heaven-Devouring Demonic Pot shook, its devouring power intensifying as it pulled in the majestic black mountain, causing the entire realm to tremble violently.

"Damn it, another one!"

From the scroll, another silver mountain burst forth, shimmering with light and exerting astonishing pressure. Even before it landed, the ground beneath them shattered.

The two mountains collided, unleashing a burst of silver light and dark energy. The black hole formed by the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Pot was disrupted and unable to immediately absorb them.

The scroll unfurled further, and a vast expanse of the endless world contained within it materialized, resisting the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Pot and beginning to suppress Tu Fei in return.

Throughout this, the Saintess of the Purple Mansion continued her battle with Pang Bo, her robes fluttering as she moved with fluid grace. Her heart remained undisturbed, and her Dao realm was unaffected.

"Hum!"

Just then, Ye Fan made his move. His silver Vajra Zhuo, ancient and grand, rapidly expanded. Its Dao patterns merged with the surrounding heaven and earth.

It didn't become immense, only about a meter in diameter, yet it was as heavy as a mountain, causing vibrations in all directions under its oppressive weight.

"Boom!"

With a mighty collision, the Vajra Zhuo plunged into that lifelike world. Silver light flashed as it proved unstoppable, shattering mountains and tearing open the earth.

Simultaneously, Tu Fei fought back fiercely, his Heaven-Devouring Demonic Pot transforming into a black hole that swallowed and exhaled the very fabric of heaven and earth, countering the world unfurled by the scroll.

Meanwhile, the great black dog stealthily approached the Saintess of the Purple Mansion, wielding a large golden bell, rushing up from behind to launch a sneak attack.

"Brothers, it's time for a counterattack! Remember, whoever captures her gets her as his wife!" Tu Fei shouted, charging forward with his Heaven-Devouring Demonic Pot.

With a flash of light, Ye Fan retrieved his Vajra Zhuo and also pressed forward, unleashing a golden fist.

"Boom!"

This was an earth-shattering punch, his blood-qi surging to the sky. Ye Fan's physical power was already immeasurable, as if the Barbarian Dragon Emperor himself had been reborn!

Engaged in battle with Pang Bo, the Saintess of the Purple Mansion glanced back and, in that instant, wielded the Great Dao, pressing it forward. As if embodying the will of heaven and earth, the Dao power she unleashed collided with Ye Fan's golden fist.

"Boom!"

Light erupted everywhere, as if the Milky Way from the nine heavens had spilled forth. This was a terrifying collision, unleashing overwhelming energy!

Ye Fan retreated but was unharmed. This was his first direct confrontation with a Saint Son or Saintess-level figure, and it was against the power of their Dao.

At that very moment, Pang Bo finally unleashed his ultimate technique: the Annihilation Form of the Nine Slashes of the Demon Emperor!

His eyes shot forth silver light, obliterating everything and piercing through heaven and earth. He charged towards the Saintess of the Purple Mansion, a blinding white surge that made the entire world tremble.

The Saintess of the Purple Mansion, shrouded in purple mist, her exquisite face indistinct, glowed between her brows, radiating purple light—a faint mark of the Dao!

At that moment, two intensely blazing purple beams shot out, meeting the Nine Slashes of the Demon Emperor head-on.

"Boom!"

When the two divine lights met, a devastating aura erupted. Tu Tian hastily used the Heaven-Devouring Pot to shield himself, while the great black dog encased itself within the large golden bell.

Ye Fan's physique was formidable, comparable to that of a dragon-roc. His entire body radiated a blazing golden light, as if an ancient emperor had been reborn. Only he, transforming into a golden streak, surged forward, hoping to seize this opportunity to capture the Saintess of the Purple Mansion.