I manage female characters in all the heavens.

However, don't panic.

Don't let him provoke you!

I am currently in the formation, and my strength has been suppressed by 90%. I am no match for Pudu Cihang.

We must calm down and look for an opportunity to escape.

He looked at Pudu Cihang, his mind racing as he considered a solution.

But Pudu Cihang clearly has no intention of giving him any more chances.

He stopped smiling and waved his hand gently: "Go."

The eight Dharma Masters, six Dharma Protectors, and four Dharma Kings all moved simultaneously.

They put down their ceremonial carriages, each holding their own ritual implements, and surrounded Nie Yan.

These guys are all minor demons under the command of Pudu Cihang.

Although they are just minor demons under the command of Pudu Cihang, their cultivation is actually quite profound, with at least several hundred years of cultivation and various demonic arts. Martial arts masters like Luo Che can only be instantly killed when facing them.

Under the suppression of the Golden Lotus Formation, Nie Yan's strength was reduced to less than one-tenth. Pudu Cihang felt that these minor demons were enough to deal with Nie Yan.

however--

Pudu Cihang underestimated Nie Yan.

As soon as those little demons got close, a cold glint flashed in Nie Yan's eyes!

He snorted coldly, and drew his twin swords once more!

Although the Golden Lotus Formation suppressed ninety percent of his true energy and restricted his movements, the remaining one-tenth of his strength was still an extremely terrifying force!

"Sizzle—!"

A flash of sword light!

The two mages at the forefront were cut in half at the waist before they could even scream!

Dark green demon blood gushed out and splattered all over the ground!

"what?!"

The little demons behind him were all stunned, clearly not expecting that Nie Yan would still have such terrifying combat power under the suppression of the formation!

But before they could retreat, Nie Yan's figure had already rushed into their midst like a ghost!

Swords flashed, and blood splattered everywhere!

In just over ten rounds, all eighteen lesser demons had fallen to the ground!

It turned into a pile of severed limbs!

Nie Yan, holding two swords, stood amidst the corpses, raised his head, and coldly looked at Pudu Cihang on the imperial carriage.

His eyes held an undisguised murderous intent.

Is there anything else?

Pudu Cihang's smile faded slightly as he looked at his fierce appearance.

"...It seems I underestimated you." He said calmly, his tone finally carrying a hint of seriousness.

"Fine."

He slowly rose from his carriage: "Since these useless things are no good, then this humble monk will personally send you on your way."

The moment he finished speaking, a dazzling golden light suddenly burst forth from his body!

The intense golden light was like a small sun, illuminating the entire ruins of Tianyuan Palace!

Amidst the golden light, the monk's robes fluttered without wind as he clasped his hands together and uttered a Buddhist chant.

Then, he reached out and gently patted Nie Yan.

That palm strike seemed light and effortless, devoid of any real power.

But Nie Yan felt as if an invisible giant mountain was crashing down on him!

Within that golden light lay an extremely terrifying, destructive power capable of eroding everything!

Nie Yan's pupils contracted sharply. Without hesitation, he swung his twin swords, pouring all the true energy he could muster into the blades!

Two sword lights met the palm strike head-on!

boom--!!!

A deafening explosion!

The moment the sword energy collided with the Buddha's light, a terrifying shockwave exploded out!

Centered on the point of impact, the ground within a radius of several tens of feet was cracked by the shockwave!

Gravel, dust, and broken bricks and tiles flew in all directions like a torrential rain!

Nie Yan felt a sudden jolt in his arms as an overwhelming force surged from the sword blade, sending him flying backward!

He somersaulted several times in the air, crashing heavily onto the ground more than ten feet away. He rolled several more times before finally managing to regain his balance.

He looked down and his pupils suddenly contracted—

The two longswords that had been with him for months had now melted away by more than half!

The once sharp steel on the blade melted and deformed like a candle being scorched by high temperature, dripping onto the ground!

Only a small part of the sword remains, barely maintaining its shape!

The aftershock of that palm strike alone melted his sword?!

If he hadn't had his inner energy protecting him, wouldn't that palm strike have reduced him to nothingness?!

Nie Yan gasped, a sense of crisis rising within him like never before.

The level of cultivation of this Bodhisattva of Compassion far exceeded his expectations!

He gritted his teeth, threw away the two broken sword hilts, slapped the ground with both hands, and rolled over to his feet.

"Again!"

He shouted loudly, and his inner energy exploded without reservation!

Although the Golden Lotus Formation suppressed ninety percent of his power, the remaining ten percent was still not to be underestimated!

He threw a punch!

The fist energy condensed as if it were a tangible substance, transforming into a roaring tiger that pounced fiercely towards Pudu Cihang!

Pudu Cihang looked at his fearless appearance and a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes.

"Even a grain of rice can shine?"

With a casual wave of his hand, a golden Buddhist light lashed out like a whip, directly shattering the tiger formed from the fist's energy!

Then, the Buddha's light continued its momentum, like a giant golden hammer, slamming hard into Nie Yan's chest!

Nie Yan let out a muffled groan and was sent flying backward once more!

This time, he knocked down several remaining palace pillars before finally stopping.

He knelt on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his face as pale as paper.

But he still did not fall.

He raised his head and looked at Pudu Cihang, his eyes filled with stubbornness and unyielding spirit.

Pudu Cihang looked at him with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Oh? You were able to stand up after taking two blows from this humble monk?" He nodded slightly. "As expected of the prey this humble monk has chosen, your physical body is indeed extraordinary."

"It's just a pity..."

He shook his head, his tone tinged with regret: "The more stubborn you are, the more I want to eat you."

He raised his hand, preparing to deliver another blow—

Just then, something unexpected happened!

"boom--!!!"

A deafening roar came from the east side of the palace!

Immediately afterwards, a violent tremor came from the soles of my feet, as if the whole earth was shaking!

Pudu Cihang's expression suddenly changed, and he abruptly turned his head to look in the direction from which the sound came!

On the east side of the palace, one of the sutra pillars he had meticulously arranged had already collapsed by more than half!

The golden light emanating from the sutra pillar quickly dimmed!

"Someone broke my prayer flag?!"

Before he could finish speaking—

"boom!"

"boom!"

Two more loud bangs followed!

Two more sutra pillars exploded almost simultaneously!

Golden fragments of light burst forth in the sky like fireworks!

The suppressive power of the Golden Lotus Array instantly decreased by nearly 10%!

Nie Yan felt the pressure on his body lighten, and his true energy, which had been suppressed, surged through his body again like a tiger breaking free of its shackles!

He suddenly looked up at Pudu Cihang, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes!

Pudu Cihang's face had turned extremely ugly at this moment!

He never imagined that someone would sabotage his formation from the outside!

"Who is it?!"

He shouted loudly, and his divine sense spread out in all directions like a tide, trying to find the guy who dared to destroy his formation!

But he hadn't had time to pinpoint the other party's location yet—