He was well aware of the martial defense of the other side. The combined strength of four early-stage Level Nine Adepts was very strong, and they also had the skill to combine their attacks. But how much of their strength could they exert against a peak Level Nine Adept?
Metatron's mind was filled with regret. He'd thought of every possibility, but he'd neglected the Moonfiend Empress.
Michael followed a short distance behind Metatron. His Discipline was almost fully restored, and his thoughts were clearer than ever.
He had an inkling of who it was, or at least who it was connected to.
But it was too early to say. Capturing the culprit was the most important thing.
As soon as Metatron emerged from the gates, he transformed into a beam of golden light that shot straight for the Inquisition. Twelve golden wings unfurled from his back, and the golden light radiating from him was even brighter than the sun itself. It transformed into a pillar of light that enveloped the area in front of him.
Holy Light Illumination!
Down to the finest detail!
A beam of black and white light appeared within the golden light in the next instant, and it paused for a moment.
Metatron spun around in the blink of an eye, and reappeared right above the man's head. His hands came crashing down, and the sound of his holy hymn filled the air. It was as if a thousand men had fallen from the heavens.
The black and white figure was, of course, Lan Jue.
Lan Jue raced out as fast as he could, but Metatron was just as fast. They met just outside the Cathedral, just in time to see each other.
It was no longer a matter of wits, it was a matter of brute force.
Metatron lived up to his reputation as the strongest under the Paragon level. His speed alone was unparalleled.
He was faster than any of the other Archangels.
Michael, the Archangel of War, was still thirty meters away.
But he was on his way, and so were the other Archangels.
Constantine had been in a daze earlier, so he had landed at the back of the group.
Lan Jue had already put on his mask, so he wasn't afraid of Metatron recognizing him. Against the pressure of the oncoming attack, Lan Jue kept his hands closed. One blocked, the other brushed. The black and white light swirled around him in a strange vortex.
Metatron's enraged attack was deflected to the side, and sent straight for Michael, the Angel of War.
[Tai Chi Divine Skill] was a method of cultivation and energy circulation. It mobilized the Yin and Yang Qi for one's own use, and transformed it with one's own supernatural energy, thus achieving the effect of speeding up cultivation and harmonizing the body.
In terms of exerting force, the Tai Chi Divine Skill was best at borrowing force to fight force, soft with hard.
Tai Chi Divine Skill also had its own moves, each of its moves was not as powerful as the three major spells of the Prajna Divine Skill, but it had its own unique and wonderful effect.
This set of moves.
It was called the Nine Tai Chi Hammers!
Before.
When he had smashed the cross in the underground palace, he had used the Body-Piercing Hammer of the Nine Tai Chi Hammers. Now, he was using the Body-Piercing Hammer.
Shifting Hammer was the only defensive move in the Nine Tai Chi Hammers.
This was the essence of borrowing force to fight back.
Through his own Yin and Yang Qi, he guided his opponent's attack, reducing the pressure on him, and at the same time looking for an opportunity to attack.
Years ago, Jueti had relied on this move to remain invincible under the siege of so many powerhouses.
If it were Jueti using this move, even a Domain of Law could be deflected.
It wasn't without reason that the Western Alliance and Northern Alliance powerhouses called it the Shifting Stars.
Metatron felt the space in front of him disappear. His attack had been deflected, and Lan Jue's right hand was swinging towards his head.
The black and white light was like a black hole, carrying with it a terrifying amount of power.
Metatron struggled to maintain his center of gravity. He didn't dare be careless in the face of Lan Jue's attack. His right fist punched out, while he crouched in a half-crouch.
His right fist was about to collide with his opponent's right palm. However, what shocked him was that his opponent's seemingly powerful energy was actually like paper. The moment the two sides collided, it turned into a cool breeze and blew away.
Lan Jue's right hand was forced back by Metatron's fist. Metatron's newly stabilized center of gravity lurched forward.
Just then, Lan Jue's left palm arrived. This time, the swirling power was reversed, and the intensity of the attack was even greater than before.
There was something real within the illusion!
Metatron nearly coughed up blood from the misuse of his strength.
But he was the King of Angels, and his cultivation was profound.
He was only one step away from becoming a Paragon.
His right fist missed, and his left arm was blocked. But he still had his wings.
The twelve wings flapped in unison, and twelve beams of golden light erupted from their tips. They merged into one, becoming a powerful beam of light that shot toward the center of Lan Jue's left palm like a bolt of lightning.
But this time he was wrong. Lan Jue's left hand seemed to become illusory. The black and white light flickered, and the beam whizzed past Metatron's face. It was still coming from behind, where he'd just blocked Metatron's attack with the Banishing Hammer.
He had no choice but to dodge again.
Just then, Lan Jue's right fist struck out from an insidious angle. Her left palm protected her as she punched out.
Metatron was forced to use both hands to block.
But Lan Jue's first two attacks hadn't been in vain. Two waves of yin and yang energy converged, converging into one.
Combined with the full force of her right fist, the three powers were like three layers of sunlight.
The yin and yang energy revolved, reversed, and reversed.
Layer upon layer, vast and mighty.
"Boom--!" Metatron's body shook violently, and he was sent tumbling backwards from the force of the blow.
This was the most insidious of the Nine Strikes of Taiji – the Elbow Strike!
Originally Lan Jue hadn't liked to use it, it was too evil. But ever since he'd taken Tang Xiao as his apprentice, he'd come under the influence of the wretched fatty.
So … cough …
Metatron was sent flying backwards, and the other Archangels were already closing in.
Everyone thought Lan Jue would take advantage of the opening to escape.
Gabriel the Messenger of Death, Sariel the Moon, and Ramiel the Angel of Dreams spread out to surround Lan Jue.
Lan Jue, however, didn't run in the direction they'd expected. Instead, in a blur of light, he was in pursuit of Metatron.
His footsteps suddenly became strange. Every time he took a step, a Yin and Yang fish would appear under his feet, and the surrounding space would suddenly become distorted. Yin and Yang Qi, heaven and earth would be reversed. This was the effect of the [Tai Chi Divine Exercise] that was similar to the law.
None of them were Paragons. Although they were strong enough to resist such transformations, it was their first time witnessing it. It gave Lan Jue the opportunity to reach Metatron's side.
He took seven steps. It looked as though he'd completed them in a single instant.
In reality, however, with each step Lan Jue's aura grew. By the time he took his seventh step, his aura was at its peak.
His entire being was enveloped in yin and yang energy.
Seven glowing orbs of light appeared where he'd stepped, like seven stars in the sky.
If the previous elbow strike was said to be extremely sinister, then this strike was just and honorable, as if a God King had descended upon the world.
Metatron had been struck by Lan Jue's elbow strike, and he'd felt the opposite energy rush into his body. He'd had to use all of his holy power to dispel it.
He'd assumed Lan Jue would make a run for it after he'd been beaten back. He hadn't expected Lan Jue to charge towards him. With every step he took, he seemed to grow taller. By the time he'd taken his seventh step, he was like a towering mountain.
Then, in a flash of black and white, Metatron's fist was upon him.
Metatron roared, and the twelve wings on his back flared with golden light. Above his head, a ring of golden light formed.
Both of his hands became the color of gold, and a sword of golden light emerged from his palms. The tip slanted upwards in an attempt to deflect Metatron's attack.
Reversal of Yin and Yang. Reversal of Heaven and Earth.
This time, there were no feints or flourishes. Metatron's fist smashed into Metatron's face.
Seven Star Hammer!
Boom! Metatron's body swayed in the air, and the sword of light in his hand crumbled into motes of golden light.
Lan Jue, on the other hand, spun in a half-circle, his fingers crisscrossing as he brought them down. A black and white vortex of energy swirled around him, forcing the Archangels and Constantine away from him. Instead, they were sent staggering from side to side.
The Falling Hammer was also a hammer that broke the momentum!
Boom! Metatron fell from the sky, crashing into the ground. Half of his body was embedded in the ground.
Lan Jue let out a hearty laugh. He charged forward, and just like that, he dodged the strongest of the Archangels.
Michael's eyes blazed with light, and he slashed out with his holy sword. A beam of light shot out in pursuit. Gabriel, the Angel of Death, Ramiel, and Sariel all unleashed their most powerful attacks in an attempt to catch up to Lan Jue.
Constantine waved his right hand, and the Spear of Judgment appeared in his grasp.
But just when it looked like there was no way out, Lan Jue reached out and grabbed something. Then, in a flash of light, he was gone.
Michael, the Archangel of War, flew in front of him. He could vaguely make out a flash of lightning.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Multiple powerful attacks landed in the same direction. The electric wires that had been drifting in the air were pulverized, and the smell of burnt flesh was gone. The Archangel was gone, and not a trace of his presence was left behind.
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