Chapter 152: Sword Saint Luo Shisan   The purplish flames around the Ten Shamans were burning more and more vigorously. Their auras turned even more imposing as well. Although they did not circulate their Primal Qi, the fluctuations of Primal Qi around them were much more powerful than ordinary cultivators.

“The Grand Predecessor Formation lives up to its reputation.” Hua Wudao was full of praises. “Pavilion Master, I think we can consider Mingshi Yin’s suggestion.”

This was a polite way of Hua Wudao agreeing with Mingshi Yin’s suggestion of ‘waiting this one out’. Frankly speaking, it was a suggestion to flee.

The ten purplish light circles were still emitting peculiar Primal Qi.

The Ten Shamans had manifested themselves in no time at all.

Based on the situation before this, Lu Zhou had calculated that Duanmu Sheng and Mingshi Yin could handle Wu Sheng and Wu Guan. He only needed to use one Deadly Strike Card on Ren Buping. There was no need to fear the others, they would be like loose pebbles. Even if Duan Xing and Luo Shisan were here, Hua Wudao would be able to handle Luo Shishan. Based on his impression, Duan Xing was a tactful person so he might not even join in the battle. Even if he did, all Lu Zhou needed was another card. After calculating the prices of the card, he would still earn from this.

However, the situation had clearly changed. The Ten Shamans had manifested through the Grand Formation. They were the equivalent of ten great elites. How could Lu Zhou’s disciples be a match for them?

Lu Zhou continued mulling over his options. The Ten Shamans were already dead. If he used a Deadly Strike Card and did not earn any merit points, would it not be too great of a loss? This was a slightly difficult situation...

Wu Xian looked at the cloud-splitting chariot indifferently before he said in a deep voice, “Cheng Huang? Foolish.”

The others were puzzled by his words.

Lu Zhou looked at Wu Xian of the Ten Shamans. He spoke calmly, “Are you the leader of the Ten Shamans, Wu Xian?”

Wu Xian looked at Lu Zhou as well. “Are you Evil Sky Pavilion’s master, Ji Tiandao?”

Their tones were similar.

Lu Zhou did not mind. Instead, he said, “Since you’re one of the mighty Ten Shamans, why would you become Mo Li’s lackeys?”

“Hm?” Wu Xian’s voice deepened, “You have no say in the Ten Shamans’ matters!” He raised his palm, they were at different heights. Then, he moved his arms in a circular motion. A faint purplish radiant circle with a diameter of five meters materialized before him and shot toward the cloud-splitting chariot.

Lu Zhou was unmoving just like a mountain. This was because... he had sensed the fluctuations in Hua Wudao’s Primal Qi.

Hua Wudao’s Six Compatible Daoist Seal shone. Six huge scripts shone with golden light as they hovered around Hua Wudao. The eight trigrams appeared under his feet. Yin and Yang intertwined.

Boom!

The Six Compatible Daoist Seal had only appeared for an instant, and the faint purplish light circle was instantly repelled.

Wu Xian’s gaze turned to Hua Wudao. “Daoist...”

Hua Wudao cupped his fists and said, “The Ten Shamans had passed away and have no real corporeal bodies. The Grand Predecessor Formation can only grant you 80% of your strength. It’s also limited by time... Since you should be wise as a predecessor, why do you have to be indiscriminate between right and wrong?”

“80% is enough.” Wu Xian waved his hand.

Hua Wudao said, “Alas, witchcraft is ill-matched in close-quarter combat. It takes a long time to cast a spell. The cloud-splitting chariot can surely leave the area in time.”

“You’ll need to have the ability to do that in the first place.” Wu Xie, the most junior of the Ten Shamans, floated forward.

Wu Gu, Wu Zhen, Wu Li, and Wu Di followed behind him.

The five of them positioned themselves in front while the remaining five stood behind them.

Wu Xie suddenly made a baffling move. He suddenly fell to his knees in the air before he raised his palms skyward and looked at the skies above.

The Ten Shamans finally made their moves.

Everyone turned to look at him.

“Pray.”

The purplish flames around them spread.

The ten light circles below suddenly released unique Primal Qi.

Wu Di was making some weird noises that covered the area with the Primal Qi.

“Praise.”

Soundwaves traveled forth.

Mingshi Yin wanted to turn and run at this moment. However, if he ran away, who would man the helm of the cloud-splitting chariot? He looked at his master standing motionlessly, his master clearly had no intention of fleeing.

“Witchcraft...” Hua Wudao said in a deep voice, “They’re each skilled in different aspects, but when they work together, they’re a force to be reckoned with.”

“I’ve never witnessed the Ten Shamans’ power even though I’ve lived so long. I’d like to see how powerful they are!” Lu Zhou said.

‘Worst case scenario, I can just use up all my merit points and finish all of them off. I can live without rewards, but I can’t throw my life away.’

Wu Zhen’s hands ignited. He moved closer to Wu Xie’s left with a pious attitude.

“Sacrifice.”

Unfortunately, witchcraft cultivators did not manifest their avatars. Hence, there were no visual indicators of how powerful they were.

Duanmu Sheng shouted angrily, “All this chatter and puzzling actions... How annoying! I’ll make the first move.” After fiddling for half a day, he lost his patience and decided to personally test their strength.

At this moment, the skies darkened. To be precise, the area covered by the ten radiant circles was cordoned off into a sealed and dark space.

Purple meteors rained down from the skies...

“Imperfect Divine Intervention!” Duanmu Sheng’s spear shadows shot toward the Ten Shamans who were still preparing their techniques.

That was how witchcraft operated. Since they knew it would take time for them to unleash their technique, they, naturally, would not leave themselves unprotected.

Wu Xian said indifferently, “Go.” He waved his arm. A purplish light circle enlarged and shot toward Duanmu Sheng.

Duanmu Sheng’s thousands of spear shadows were parried by a round shield.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

His energy created ripples across the witchcraft shield.

Duanmu Sheng, who had just recently sprouted a leaf, was on par with an ordinary Three-leaf Nascent Divinity Tribulation realm cultivator in terms of strength and cultivation base. And yet, his ultimate skill was easily blocked by Wu Xian, the leader of the Ten Shamans!

The Ten Shamans were powerful!

The female cultivators were extremely worried by this scene.

Although Hua Wudao was powerful, he was only skilled in defense. He was no match for Duanmu Sheng if he wanted to disrupt their spellcasting. He said in shock, “He’s at least at the level of a Six-leaf.”

Hua Wudao had frequently sparred with Duanmu Sheng so he knew just how powerful Duanmu Sheng was. Even he had to use his full strength to repel this move with such ease. It was clear that even with 80% of his strength, Wu Xian was unbelievably powerful.

Duanmu Sheng hovered in the air. His arms were slightly numb.

Wu Di was still making weird noises.

On the cloud-splitting chariot, several of the female cultivators with weaker cultivation bases were beginning to feel queasy and sick.

The soundwaves had a similar effect as the Brahman Lullaby... However, it sounded less invasive and effective compared to the Brahman Lullaby.

Ren Buping was invigorated when he saw this. He watched on excitedly as though he was enjoying a play.

Pray! Praise! Sacrifice! Three entities suddenly merged.

The remaining members of the Ten Shamans released their Primal Qi as if the floodgates were opened.

‘Is the power of witchcraft helping them amass Primal Qi?’

The others looked up in shock.

The purplish Primal Qi suddenly condensed into energy and rained down like a storm. From outside, it appeared as though there was a purple meteor shower.

“They’re trying to take all of us out with a single move!” Hua Wudao planted himself before Lu Zhou. “Just as well, I didn’t have the opportunity to use my most powerful skill in the Evil Sky Pavilion back then. Let this bag of old bones unleash all his strength today!” He walked on air and left the flying chariot.

Hundred Tribulations Insight! The Golden Lotus under Hua Wudao’s feet shone brightly. Six leaves blossomed!

Heaven, earth, life, death, water, fire. Being and non-being. Eight huge scripts spun rapidly with Hua Wudao in the center. He stood on the eight trigrams. Yin and Yang were combined.

Wu Xian said flatly, “A futile struggle.”

Seemingly at the same time, the Six Compatible Seal burst forth with radiance and covered the entire cloud-splitting chariot!

Bam! Bam! Bam!

The purple energy rain pounded on the Six Compatible Daoist Seal. It looked as though raindrops were falling on a shining golden glass surface. Energy scattered everywhere as ripples spread.

Duanmu Sheng looked at the Six Compatible Daoist Seal in shock. “All this while, Elder Hua hasn’t been using his full strength when he was sparring with me?”

Hua Wudao’s expression was solemn as he maintained the Six Compatible Daoist Seal. “This bag of old bones can’t hold out for much longer! Our opponents are the Ten Shamans! Pavilion Master, take the opportunity and run!

Beyond the dark space.

A man extended his arm, and a shining silver sword flew out horizontally. It pierced through the purple space and stabbed the Six Compatible Daoist Seal!

“Sword Saint Luo Shisan!”