983 Ordinary and Warm Small Apothecary (4)
Looking at this bizarre scene, Xu Qing silently looked at the heir.

“Within 100 breaths of time, unleash all your cultivation, go all out, and engage in a life-and-death battle with him.”

The heir calmly spoke.

“Kill him and devour his Red Moon faith.”

“If after a hundred breaths, you haven’t succeeded, all the people of the Red Moon Shrine in this place will notice your presence, and I won’t help you. You’re on your own; if it doesn’t work out, it’ll depend on your fate.”

The heir then rose into the air and stood there, closing his eyes.

And in the moment he closed his eyes, the motionless Dao Nurturing cultivator’s vacant expression was replaced by a deep crimson, glaring at Xu Qing. It was as though he had seen a lifelong nemesis. He let out a low growl, and his cultivation exploded with a deafening force.

One vortex after another instantly formed within his body, nine in total, resembling nine stars. Together, they outlined an ethereal secret repository.

Within this secret repository, there appeared to be a volcano in full eruption, creating a thunderous sound that echoed in all directions. At the same time, the crimson light penetrated the middle-aged cultivator’s body, projecting outward and merging with the heavens and the earth. It formed a colossal figure hundreds of yards tall.

This figure was a treant, with a massive body, brown branches, and black flowers blooming. The earth trembled intensely at this moment, and roots sprouted from the ground, floating around. In the blink of an eye, the entire square was filled with countless branches.

As the ground shattered, countless blood-red grass grew crazily from within, causing the surrounding land to turn into a red grassland.

From a distance, the colossal treant in the grasslands appeared to possess the power to engulf mountains and rivers. The ferocity in its eyes and the terrifying pressure emanating from its entire body coalesced into lightning bolts that struck down from the sky in all directions with deafening roars.

This scene was incredibly astonishing. This was also the first time Xu Qing faced a Dao Nurturing expert head-on!

In the blink of an eye, the countless red grasses growing on the ground and the innumerable branches rushed straight towards Xu Qing. Their speed was so rapid that they created countless afterimages, exceeding the limits of a Nascent Soul stage cultivator. They left Xu Qing with no time to react, closing in within an instant.

Xu Qing’s pupils contracted as the imminent danger from all directions created a profound sense of life and death. He knew he was not as powerful as his opponent and slightly slower, unable to evade the situation.

At this moment, his body trembled, and his god’s body erupted with a resounding force, reaching a height of 50 feet. The Poison Restriction and the power of the Purple Moon within his body spread out and collided with the incoming branches and red grass from all around.

A rumbling sound echoed. Even though Xu Qing was extraordinary, he was still a little inferior when facing a Dao Nurturing expert. In the blink of an eye, countless red grass blades and numerous branches enveloped him like tentacles.

Even with the suppression of the Purple Moon and the containment of Poison Restriction, the sheer quantity of red grass and branches around him was overwhelming. They kept dissipating and reappearing, accumulating around Xu Qing in the blink of an eye.

A mountain of red grass and branches emerged, rising continuously, reaching a height of 1,000 feet in an instant. At the top, they spread out like an umbrella, forming a immense hand.

It ruthlessly landed on Xu Qing, who was buried in the vegetation below.

With a deafening roar, as the palm descended, the vegetation shattered, and an overwhelmingly terrifying suppressing force erupted. It seemed like it was about to crush the area where the protagonist was located into dust.

However, at that moment, a huge figure manifested from the ground. It was Ghost Emperor Mountain!

At this critical moment, all of Xu Qing’s cultivation surged into the Ghost Emperor Mountain, forming the figure of the Ghost Emperor. The moment it appeared, it punched the descending palm with all its might.

The sound from the collision was deafening. The hand made of vegetation inch by inch crumbled and shattered, disintegrating completely. As it rained down, Xu Qing’s Ghost Emperor form also showed cracks and eventually collapsed, exposing Xu Qing’s true form.

Xu Qing spat out a mouthful of blood and his face turned pale. The pressure from the Dao Nurturing caused his internal organs to tremble. At that moment, his breathing was rushed but his eyes were unnaturally calm.

He didn’t hesitate for a moment, his speed exploding instantly as he charged directly towards the Dao Nurturing cultivator who had unleashed countless lightning strikes with a wave of his hand.

At the same time, the successor in the sky serenely spoke.

“There are 80 breaths left.”