CHAPTER 409: CHAPTER 245 EVERYONE GOES CRAZY, YOUNG AND OLD ALIKE [TWO CHAPTERS COMBINED]

In the night sky, the dense clouds burst open.

Cao Qianqiu was shocked; he had mastered Creation, how could he fall into the Void?

In an instant’s mishap, he attracted a "Storm" and was subsequently subjected to "thousand-hammering and hundred-refining."

Who are these people around? They are all Ancestor Masters, with unfathomable Taoist skill and extraordinary battle experience.

"Bang!"

The present Buddha seldom spoke, but when he acted, he was never modest, his whole body radiating limitless light, causing the Night Fog to collapse and the earth to crack.

His right hand pressed downwards, Heavenly Light transformed, and a giant hand descended from the sky!

This was the famous Reaching Hand of Tathagata, carrying endless Runes, seemingly burning, striking Cao Qianqiu and causing his body to break, Pure Yang Blood spilling.

The impact was so immense that it shook one of Old Cao’s eyeballs out of its socket.

Yuqing Ancestor pointed with his right hand, Heavenly Light transformed into the Heaven Measuring Ruler, pure white like jade, falling like a meteor piercing the night, terrifyingly boundless.

With a bang, Cao Qianqiu’s protective golden light was broken, and a piece of his head shattered.

"Ah..." He roared furiously, the clouds on the Highland fully dispersing. Had he ever faced such a predicament? Being cornered and pummeled, filling him with resentment.

Meanwhile, Black and White Light swirled, binding him. The temple master of Yin Yang Temple, Jiang Zhiyuan, struck, intending to tear apart his Immortal Golden Body with Black and White Qi.

Pa!

At this moment, Qingtian Ancestor arrived, his black hair flowing, laughing widely, and slapped Cao Qianqiu’s head, like thunder echoing across the sky.

Cao Qianqiu was completely taken aback; he had never suffered such humiliation in his life!

What had he just experienced? Entangled by Black and White Light, then Qingtian, the old monster, seized the chance to slap the left side of his head, making his ears buzz.

This was a terrible humiliation!

"Old scoundrel!" Cao Qianqiu was fierce with hatred, his white hair disheveled, as if he wanted to slice through the Void.

He realized that Qingtian originally aimed to slap his left cheek, narrowly avoiding it, only to be struck near his left ear.

Clearly, Qingtian had a better attack point, but he deliberately opted to strike like this; while the physical damage wasn’t severe, the mental blow was too overwhelming!

In this moment, Old Cao almost self-destructed on the spot, burning with immortal fire from his seven orifices, encased in a red Fierce Sun, bursting with anger.

Then, he felt unbearable pain.

Lu Yu controlled Six Qi, the dispersed Six Imperial looking indistinguishable from real people, wearing a golden crown with pendants and holding a Jade Gu, with a Seal floating beside.

The six ignored space, teleporting instantly, each grabbing Cao Qianqiu’s limbs, head, intending to tear him apart.

Old Cao had been strong and fierce all his life, but now found himself passive everywhere, as his foes seemed intent on dismembering him.

His Protective Immortal Light transformed into overlapping symbols, shining like the stars, his Pure Yang Power boiling, resisting the Six Imperial Forces of the Old Ancestor Master.

At the same time, other Ancestor Masters struck again.

Who are these people? All figures standing atop the clouds in Yewu World, possessing Taoist skills as deep as the ocean, having fought their way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, their grasp on battle far exceeding ordinary understanding.

"Ah..." Cao Qianqiu’s arm was torn apart.

Sun Taichu and Zhao Wenhan burst forth with numerous rays of Immortal Light and thousands of auspicious lights, launching a rescue with all their might; they couldn’t watch Old Cao be besieged and exploded.

This concerned the prestige of their Immortal Road.

Furthermore, should anything happen to Cao Qianqiu, the repercussions would be vast, unleashing an uncontainable storm.

Even Yu Shaohua couldn’t afford to "slack off" too much, being in the Immortal Road faction. As she stepped forward, Immortal Lotuses bloomed underfoot, she teleported to the battlefield’s center.

Ten suns crossed the sky, turning the long night into Day.

Even standing outside the Highland, everything beneath the sky could be viewed.

Everyone was stunned, turned to stone.

It’s Cao Qianqiu, boundless in dominance, known as Cao Bubai, yet today he faced disaster, and not gracefully.

This was unbelievable!

In all past rumors, he was always the one violently defeating celebrities from other paths, breaking one iron board after another, earning a massive reputation.

Once, he could almost cover the heavens with one hand.

Today, he’s the one receiving violent strikes; everything has reversed.

In those days, when Cao Qianqiu attacked others fiercely, today the Ancestor Masters attacked him just as ferociously.

This was just the beginning; those few Ancestor Masters sometimes preferred to withstand Sun Taichu and Zhao Wenhan’s attacks, showing a stance to cripple Cao Qianqiu.

Some of the celebrities from the Immortal Road faction felt uneasy; sensing grave danger, today Cao Qianqiu would be severely skinned if not dead, his bones extracted.

Were it not for Sun Taichu and Zhao Wenhan bursting forth, doing their utmost to rescue, and Yu Shaohua attacking, Old Cao, struck by the combined force of five Ancestor Masters, would be in a dire state.

Even so, his shoulder was torn apart, a foot even severed, his eyeball shattered; this was an unprecedented dangerous situation.

However, he finally managed to catch his breath.

Moreover, he was no longer falling.

Cao Qianqiu frowned; bearing such status, how could his body suddenly be out of control? Had he still not escaped the influence of Black and White Mountain?

At the last moment, he temporarily discarded the long spear!

"Haven’t moved for years, my bones rusted; a little warm-up, much more comfortable." Qingtian smiled broadly, towering and rugged, his gaze more terrifying than thunder, opening and closing, light beams slicing through the clouds.

Cao Qianqiu’s chest heaved; he really wanted to grab the old man’s mouth and punch him with full force, to blow it to pieces.

"Little brat, I see you’re still unconvinced, let’s continue, cripple you!" Qingtian said.