The central area of the side hall immediately let out a violent roar, accompanied by terrifying explosions echoing from all directions.
This was the sound produced when two powerful forces collided.
*Crack!*
Following this, terrifying cracks, spreading like spiderwebs, rapidly appeared across the ground, extending outwards.
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"Good heavens, this person can unleash such a formidable offensive power. Truly a terrifying sword cultivator."
Young Master Hongwu Chunxin's expression changed instantly. He felt waves of shock, like the surging tides of the sea, crashing against his Yin-Yang Treasure Fan.
Not only that, but the impact traveled along the fan and into his body, violently agitating the qi and blood in his meridians.
If not for his superior cultivation technique and the top-tier protective artifact, the "Crimson Dust Heart Mirror," shielding his entire body, he would have been sent flying on the spot.
Seeing Young Master Hongwu Chunxin at a disadvantage, the other two behind him exchanged glances, their expressions shifting in unison.
A sharp, top-tier artifact, the Blade Iron Arc Blade, and a top-tier artifact, the Flying Meteor Hammer, whistled through the air, striking fiercely towards Wu Tao.
Given the immense power of the Blade Iron Arc Blade and the Flying Meteor Hammer, if they struck home, it was almost certain that Wu Tao would be eliminated on the spot.
Their sudden intervention was as swift as lightning and utterly ruthless.
Meanwhile, Young Master Hongwu Chunxin, with his Yin-Yang Treasure Fan spinning, resembling a gracefully fluttering butterfly, unleashed a dazzling display of colors.
This move, a fusion of extreme beauty and deadly intent, was a hidden killing blow concealed within its allure.
Eighteen Transformations of the Court Ladies – Peerless Crimson Dust!
With each rotation and slash, each dance and movement of Young Master Hongwu Chunxin, he poured all his spiritual energy into the Yin-Yang Fan.
A slender, graceful lady of the crimson dust, clad in a sheer, gauzy robe with a provocatively exposed upper chest, appeared amidst a cloud of pink energy, dancing with ethereal grace. Suddenly, she turned her head and smiled back.
That smile was world-shattering.
Wu Tao felt his entire spirit submerged in that smile, wishing to be lost in it forever until the end of his days.
This terrifying illusion flashed by in an instant. Wu Tao's spirit immediately recovered, breaking free from the endless allure of that smile.
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In his years in the cultivation world, Wu Tao had seen countless women and possessed considerable resistance to feminine charm. Moreover, in the heat of battle, his vigilance was heightened.
Therefore, in the next second, a chill ran down Wu Tao's spine.
He instantly became alert. As Wu Tao regained his senses, he saw the fan blade of the Yin-Yang Treasure Fan slashing down rapidly. Dodging it was almost impossible.
In a cultivator's battle, life and death hung by a thread. In that brief moment of distraction, Wu Tao had lost his initiative.
Having lost his initiative, Wu Tao could only bring out more of his skills to deal with them.
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"What potent demonic arts! To generate such terrifying illusory power in an instant. However, I am not someone to be trifled with easily."
Wu Tao's black and red blood-stained robe billowed wildly, emanating a strong scent of blood. Instead of retreating, he stepped forward resolutely.
His tattered ancient sword, far from being withdrawn, was once again powerfully slashed forward with this step.
*Clang!*
As if sensing the boundless fighting spirit emanating from Wu Tao's heart, the tattered ancient sword let out a series of resonant hums.
Following consecutive slashes, a expanse of snow-white sword light scattered, stirring up countless gusts of wind and sword energy, plunging downwards with astonishing momentum.
It was as if a true celestial river had cascaded down from the heavens, arrogant and invincible, with nothing capable of stopping it.
The sword energy burst forth, like a surging sea, pressing down upon all. It collided heavily with the Blade Iron Arc Blade, the Flying Meteor Hammer, and the crimson dust lady enveloped in pink energy.
Under the immense force, Wu Tao and the three opponents were all forced to retreat.
*Puff!*
Young Master Hongwu Chunxin and his two companions spat out mouthfuls of blood. Young Master Hongwu Chunxin distinctly felt a powerful backlash force transmitted from his Yin-Yang Treasure Fan, as if it were being forcibly shattered.
After Wu Tao dedicated himself to the Way of the Sword, his combat power had risen to an extreme level.
"I refuse to believe that you, an ordinary cultivator at the Foundation Establishment stage, can withstand my Yin-Yang Treasure Fan. Break!"
Young Master Hongwu Chunxin was enraged. He, a direct descendant of a late Core Formation stage cultivator, was unable to defeat an ordinary cultivator at the same Foundation Establishment stage, even with the aid of two companions.
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If this matter were to spread, it would be a laughingstock, a disgrace to him and his family.
With this thought, a ferocious glint flashed across Young Master Hongwu Chunxin's lips. He let out an enraged roar, patted his storage bag, and produced a rare, high-level auxiliary talisman, "Fire Burning Wilderness." His spiritual energy instantly surged to over three times its normal level.
In the next second, a startling power erupted from Young Master Hongwu Chunxin's body, spreading outwards from his entire being.
Countless pink divine lights continuously burst forth, rapidly interweaving and condensing into a pink celestial net around Young Master Hongwu Chunxin.
It completely enveloped every inch of Young Master Hongwu Chunxin's body.
"Very well, I shall use you to test the might of the Big Dipper Celestial Revolving Sword Technique from the Star River Secret Scroll!" Wu Tao observed that Young Master Hongwu Chunxin possessed considerable raw power and numerous trump cards, comparable to several formidable opponents he had faced before.
However, his strength had grown, and he no longer regarded opponents of this caliber as a threat. They were perfect for testing his techniques.
Wu Tao gripped his tattered ancient sword with both hands, adopting a peculiar stance, half-leaning to the side. His first move was the despair-inducing Big Dipper Celestial Revolving Sword Technique.
Wu Tao's Way of the Sword had long reached the realm of unity between man and sword. His swordsmanship was integrated into every sword move, no longer confined by mere techniques.
Each of his moves was a killing blow, each carrying the essence of the Big Dipper Celestial Revolving Sword Technique.
The Big Dipper Celestial Revolving Sword Technique relied solely on speed, and only required speed.
Because this speed was so fast it induced despair.
Such swift swordsmanship, such rapid movement, malevolent intent fueling killing intent, the sword pointed forward, treading the Big Dipper Seven Stars steps, traversing the four seas and eight directions, invincible.
Wu Tao moved. In an instant, he unleashed eighty-one consecutive strikes with his tattered ancient sword. Each sword strike found a weak point in the pink celestial net.
Like a master butcher dissecting an ox, he effortlessly sliced through the entire pink celestial net, gradually dismantling and destroying it completely...
Then, Wu Tao swung his sword again. Sword intent ascended, and his indestructible sword energy cleaved the Yin-Yang Treasure Fan directly in two from the middle.
Witnessing this, Young Master Hongwu Chunxin's heart leaped. He finally resorted to the trump card left by his elder: an ancient remnant treasure, the "Red Chamber Court Lady's Painting."
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The Red Chamber Court Lady's Painting floated in mid-air. In an instant, beautiful women, seventy-two in total, materialized from the painting, gazing at Wu Tao with incredibly alluring eyes.
The seventy-two beauties were each unique, with exquisite figures, delicate features, and graceful movements that produced a melodious chime. They began to dance in unison.
Their hair was like cascading clouds, their bosoms exposed, the sounds of bells and music filling the air, creating an exceptionally seductive and blissful paradise where one would forget to return home.
However, these seventy-two beauties were no ordinary apparitions. They were formed from spiritual silk threads potent enough to kill. Every inch of their skin, every piece of their clothing, was composed of sharp threads.
Once entangled, these threads would transform into a terrifying spiderweb, shredding Wu Tao's flesh and blood into countless fragments.
The terrifying aspect of the Red Chamber Court Lady's Painting lay in its ability to lure its victims into a willing slumber amidst boundless allure, leading them to an inexplicable death.
Lust and desire were words that killed without shedding blood.
This move, seemingly beautiful, was in reality fraught with hidden killing intent.
It concealed a deadly strike within the most beautiful of things. The mind of the person who created this technique was truly terrifying to an extreme.
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Even the resolute Wu Tao, in that instant, was completely captivated by the world of boundless charm and temptation.
He unknowingly stepped into the pre-arranged trap, desiring to embrace these seventy-two perfectly formed, fair-skinned, and naked beauties, to enjoy the ultimate pleasure of multiple companions.
Fortunately, in the next second, Wu Tao bit his tongue decisively. The stinging pain and the taste of blood instantly filled his mouth.
This shock jolted Wu Tao's mind back to clarity.
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Young Master Hongwu Chunxin's spells and protective treasures all possessed strong illusory and seductive properties, capable of creating illusions in the minds of others without them realizing it.
The attacks on the mind, which caused the spirit to sink into illusions, were extremely perilous. They had to be dealt with immediately, lest prolonged fighting lead to unforeseen circumstances.
Wu Tao thought this, and a sharp glint appeared in his eyes.
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Wu Tao's tattered ancient sword swung left and right, using his wrist as a pivot, moving at high speed with constant changes.
Sword shadows traced waves of sword energy, and overbearing sword intent surged outwards, boundless sword energy spreading.
The ocean of sword energy churned with absolute sharpness. With absolute speed, the sword moves accumulated immense power, descending with overwhelming force.
The seventy-two beauties conjured by the Red Chamber Court Lady's Painting were instantly annihilated by the layers of sword energy waves.
Young Master Hongwu Chunxin dared not delay. He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and formed a hand seal, revealing the true power of the Red Chamber Court Lady's Painting.
"The Way of Enchantment, Desiring Maiden's Heart, Gather!"
Lingering alluring pink, sandalwood fragrance, intoxicating the mind.
"River of Crimson Dust, Appear!" All things within the crimson dust emerged, gathering into a sky full of alluring pink, forming an endless realm of tender embrace.
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