Chapter 110: The Magical Verbal Magic

No one knows what kind of significance this glance held. They saw the two Daoist Palaces teetering, almost falling from mid-air. Xiang Gaoye was taken aback; this technique was beyond his imagination. In front of him, Lan Ti’s Daoist Palace shocked everyone, reverberating deep within their Divine Souls. It was an Eight-Colored Daoist Palace, with eight Martial Dao rivers surging with great waves. Each wave contained profound martial power. This was Jiang Cheng’s first time seeing Lan Ti in action. He finally understood why she said she could help fend off seven top experts and over ten thousand Blood Radiance Army members last time. Out of those eight rivers, six were at the King Level. This was the level of Martial Dao Enlightenment that should exist at the Ascending to Saint stage of the Daoist Palace Realm. And the remaining two were actually at the Saint Level! She truly possessed that kind of power. This woman should have no opponents below the Ascending to Saint Realm. No wonder Silence Sacred Land sent two Daoist Palace Ninth Layer masters to deal with her. If there was only one, they probably couldn’t restrain her. The Daoist Palace and Celestial Fate Realm are actually intertwined. Because of the Radiant Divine Mansion, when reaching the Daoist Palace Realm, Jiang Cheng would automatically evolve into a Nine-Colored Daoist Palace. This foundation sounded even more terrifying than Lan Ti’s. However, Brother Cheng’s current state of the nine rivers was indeed a bit shabby. Apart from the Five Elements Martial Dao being elevated by Daoist Celestial Immortal Rhyme to the dazzling Immortal Level. The other eight rivers consisted of three at the True Level, four at the Master Level, and one at the Sect Level. The two Saint Heirs certainly wouldn’t sit idle and await their doom. The two simultaneously summoned their Daoist Palaces, seven glorious colors sparkling, seven King Level rivers rushing forward. If it weren’t for seeing Lan Ti’s Daoist Palace, everyone on site would have been impressed by the two Saint Heirs. But compared now, their Seven-Colored Daoist Palaces seemed rather ordinary. "Sword." Yu Liang whispered a single word. Even amidst the chaotic battlefield, it reached everyone’s ears. He was actually using a book-shaped treasure, but countless sword arrays appeared surrounding Lan Ti. The sword arrays swept down like rains, streaks of light piercing through. Yet before entering within three feet of Lan Ti, all swords suddenly ignited. Then transformed into trails of smoke. "Wall." Han Huayuan held a small blue flag, suddenly shaking it. Lan Ti’s relentless killing move was abruptly blocked by a high wall, seemingly not quite gold nor earth. What kind of technique was this? Jiang Cheng’s eyes almost popped out. Just uttering a word made it happen? Is this the legendary Verbal Magic? Impossible, otherwise couldn’t they just say "die" and end it more easily? Lan Ti’s sword tip jabbed into the wall but didn’t produce a booming clash, rather as if penetrating water. The wall actually rippled like water waves. Only she, being a witch, could handle this; if other Daoist Palace Realm faced such Verbal Magic, they’d likely struggle. A line of blood leaked from Han Huayuan’s mouth as he stepped back. Lan Ti’s long sword passed through the wall, once again approaching the two Saint Heirs. "Vine." Yu Liang frantically flipped the pages of his book, shouted sternly, suddenly covering the ground and void with countless tangled vines. And in the center of Verbal Magic, Lan Ti halted. She was enwrapped from head to toe by those vines. "Hurry and activate the array, use the Four-direction Primordial Cauldron!" Han Huayuan, just backfired by the Curse Technique, shouted sharply. The Emperor, who was stunned by the Witchcraft Verbal Magic, woke up abruptly, hurriedly starting the Great Array and Magical Treasure. Instantly, the hall was enveloped in a green barrier, forming its own space. Dark sea water roared and surged, pouring down like heavy rain. Shooting directly at the ensnared Lan Ti. At the same time, a golden Four-direction Cauldron spun rapidly above Lan Ti’s head. Originally, Lan Ti had turned all the wrapping vines into ashes using witchcraft. Under the gold light, she suddenly appeared languid. Using the faith power of the Qianxing Dynasty’s billions of citizens as the foundation, the Four-direction Primordial Cauldron condensed into national fortune, ultimately converting into the Xiang Family’s fate. Under such incredible power, not to mention Daoist Palace Realm, even Ascending to Saint Realm would face a certain degree of suppression. With this move, Lan Ti, who had been invincible, was immediately put into a dire predicament. Finally, the two Saint Heirs could breathe a sigh of relief. Xiahou Jun and Yang Jie laughed loudly. But then, they couldn’t laugh any longer. Jiang Cheng waited for this moment. He’s not just here to watch. Though he wished to be killed sooner, with Lan Ti valiantly blocking the two Daoist Palace Ninth Layer masters alone, he couldn’t sit idle. With Brother Cheng’s reaction, originally he could have immediately activated the Great Array to aid this main carry teammate. But he didn’t do so, for it wasn’t the perfect time to enter the battlefield. He deliberately let Xiang Gaoye activate the Great Array first. The opponent started the array, targeting him and Lan Ti. All the sea water and storm only assailed the two, leaving everyone else unscathed. This led all enemies to relax. And right at this unguarded moment, Brother Cheng suddenly took control of the Great Array using Li Dragon’s Residual Spirit. All of a sudden, the surging black water reversed, rushing towards other experts in the hall. And the storm rained down on their heads. Neither Xiahou Jun, Yang Jie, the Saint Heirs, nor Xiang Gaoye could respond in time. "Ah..." Xiahou Jun screamed miserably; a drop of rain hit his Spirit Armor, penetrating as if seeping into his shoulder’s flesh. This rainwater contained Li Dragon’s Corrosion Rule, impossible for the Daoist Palace Realm to resist. He vigorously surged his Spiritual Power, his Daoist Palace rapidly spinning, yet completely unable to halt the corrosion steps of the black water. In just two breaths, he merged into the black water, leaving no trace. It was only the Spirit Armor, due to not being flesh and blood, that remained intact. With Xiahou Jun’s Daoist Palace Realm power, had he been more vigilant initially, he surely wouldn’t have been killed so easily. But there was no way around it; Jiang Cheng’s timing for activating the Great Array was so skillful, catching them off guard psychologically. Not only him; Yang Jie and several other Daoist Palace experts were also all killed. Below Daoist Palace, not a single person survived. Looking around, only the two Saint Heirs and the Imperial Princess were left alive among the four. The combat results were incredibly brilliant. The first three survived due to their significantly superior powers, while Ningti survived due to her crafty vigilance and ample means of self-preservation. Even so, the four looked extremely ragged now. The Imperial experts were wiped out; Xiang Gaoye was furious. He wanted to regain control of the Great Array, but at this point, no matter how he operated the array’s central core, it showed no response. Joking aside, Jiang Cheng had now become the incarnation of the array hub. What central core would go through another layer, when he could do it directly? Facing the Great Array’s Black Dragon Breath, Xiang Gaoye was utterly haggard, barely coping. Ningti looked even more disheveled, teetering on the brink of defeat at any moment. With no other option, he had to direct the Four-direction Primordial Cauldron against the Great Array. Under the Imperial Race’s fortune cleansing and protection from the Square Cauldron, the Black Dragon Illusion’s breath finally failed to invade the four’s hidden area. But changing the cauldron’s location relieved the earlier pressure on Lan Ti.