Chapter 142 - Don’t Be Afraid, Junior Brother
The Primal Qi gathered by the Octagon Formation was not inferior to a Nascent Divinity Tribulation realm expert’s Primal Qi.
In other words, although Zhu Honggong was in the Divine Court realm, within this Octagon Formation, he was comparable to a Nascent Divinity Tribulation realm expert.
Even Yu Zhenghai, Zhu Honggong’s eldest senior brother, was slightly taken aback by this.
“Seven Tribulations Phenomenon!” Zhu Honggong shouted. He mobilized all his Primal Qi to move the Octagon Formation. His lightning-like energy surged up into the sky toward the scattered cultivators.
Phenomenon was the seventh Tribulation in the Nine Tribulations Thunderblast. It was also Zhu Honggong’s most powerful skill.
At this moment, the Righteous Sect’s cultivators activated their protective energies. The weaker ones continued to descend. Those who connected their Brahman Sea Eight Meridians unleashed their avatars. Several Six Recombinant Trigram Lines and Seven Star Souls floated down gently.
The Nine Tribulations Thunderblast took effect at this moment. The Octagon Formation condensed the Primal Qi into energy that crackled as it shot toward the cultivators.
“Hm?” A shocked expression appeared on Zhang Chunlai’s face as he cried out, “You’re still alive?” With such a huge difference between their cultivation bases, even if Zhu Honggong managed to survive the blow, he should still be heavily injured. ‘He’s unharmed?’
Zhu Honggong grinned before he laughed. “You old fart! You didn’t expect this, did you?”
“A zen tunic?” Zhang Chunlai noticed the exposed corner of the tunic, causing his expression to sour.
The tunic was said to be the prized treasure of Heaven Choice Temple, one of the Four Great Buddhist Sects. Why would it be in the possession of an Evil Sky Pavilion’s disciple? For a mortal, the zen tunic would render the wearer invincible to blades and spears. For a cultivator, it would be able to repel energy-based attacks!
“Since I decided to come here, I swear I’ll end your wretched life!” Zhang Chunlai said arrogantly as he waved his arm.
The scattered cultivators gathered again.
“Forget about the small fries. It’s said that the Evil Sky Pavilion’s eighth disciple is skilled in escaping… Keep him surrounded. I’d like to see how long that zen tunic will hold out.”
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Two Divine Court realm cultivators led several Brahman Sea realm cultivators as they rushed over.
Zhu Honggong immediately landed on the ground. He pulled a face and said, “Eldest Senior Brother, I can’t do this anymore!”
Yu Zhenghai smiled faintly and said, “You did well. You’re smart enough to use the Formation to fight against a Nascent Divinity Tribulation realm cultivator. Not bad.”
‘Hm?’ At this moment, Zhang Chunlai felt something was amiss. Why would an Evil Sky Pavilion’s disciple bow toward a middle-aged man?
“Eldest Senior Brother, hurry up! If this drags on, my shoddy stronghold will be destroyed by this old fart!” Without the support from the Formation, even if Zhu Honggong had the zen tunic, he would only be a punching bag in a kasaya. It was not enough for him to stand up to Zhang Chunlai.
“Don’t be afraid, junior brother.” Yu Zhenghai walked forward with his hands on his back as he looked up into the sky.
Zhang Chunlai glanced at them indifferently and said, “This is nothing but false bravado! I won’t fall for your petty tricks again. Take them down!”
“Understood!”
Yu Zhenghai noticed that Zhang Chunlai used the word ‘again’. He turned to look at Zhu Honggong who hastily lowered his head like a child who had done something wrong.
Several cultivators surrounded them in the air.
Zhang Chunlai did not waste any more words as he launched another palm strike from above. Dozens of palm prints descended on the duo like a falling mountain.
Yu Zhenghai continued to stand still with his hands on his back. He did not seem to be in a hurry nor did he seem panicked.
When the palm prints were about to land on them, Yu Zhenghai moved his right hand. His palm struck the air above him.