Chapter 620: Fifteen Stars Demon Formation

The purple dragon fist flame was cut by the silver light and was finally dissolved in the end.

Ding Hao remained calm. He was still standing where he was and kept throwing out punches. Though they seemed slow, the fists were actually fast.

Immediately after, long and drawn-out dragon roars began to echo in the sky. Numerous purple dragons whistled and moved about as if the dragon tribe had already descended. It was miraculous.

A purple heavenly dragon with five claws lingered around Ding Hao's spine like a divine Dragon King. Its body was as thick as a giant cauldron, shining with a purple metal texture. Every scale was clear. The dragon's beard was swaying. It was exhaling purple flames, roaring and shaking the void.

Ding Hao activated the energy of the Purple Emperor Jade in Stone to the fullest.

White runes were flashing on his ribs, while purple changes were flowing on his spine. His whole body seemed to have become like a crystal clear like jade. He punched out with his fists, which were as fierce as the wrath of a god. Purple dragons kept coming out of his fists, roaring toward the 15 martial emperors.

Li Xianglai, the middle-aged scholar, laughed out loud. "Hahaha, you are indeed powerful. Sadly, you're trapped in the formation. No matter how great your strength is, it's useless."

The 15 martial emperors activated the sword light spheres in their hands. Wisps of silver light were shot out into the void like stars.

The area where Ding Hao was became pitch dark all of a sudden. Only those 15 experts were shining like stars, forming a strange and enchanting constellation pattern, as if they represented the stars in the universe. The dragon fist flames kept smashing into the void, but they were blocked and crushed by the sword light before reaching any of them.

However, Ding Hao acted as if he hadn't noticed it. He continued to throw punches.

"Humph, you really won't give up until you see the coffin!" the middle-aged scholar, Li Xianglai, sneered and shouted, "Guarding position of the demon formation. Stall him. Let's see how long he can hold on!"

The Fifteen Stars Demon Formation was able to block the Spiritual Qi tide of the Heaven and Earth outside the formation, limiting the energy within the formation. Once warriors got trapped in it, they would be unable to absorb the surrounding energy if they weren't able to break the formation as soon as possible. After all, the Qi stored in a person's body was limited. They would gradually use up their energy and die if they failed to replenish it.

Despite the triumphant look on Li Xianglai's face, he was stunned by Ding Hao's majestic power.

Therefore, he made up his mind not to actively attack, but to adopt the safest and most conservative method: he would exhaust Ding Hao little by little.

After all, he was not a god nor a saint, but a mortal with a strong body whose energy would be used up at some point. He wanted to see how long he would be able to last.

Time ticked by.

In the blink of an eye, the battle had stretched out for half a day.

The sound of a dragon's roar continued to echo in the void. Purple radiance covered the air, sending out a mighty vibe.

The purple dragons roared as if they were real. They kept surging out of Ding Hao's fists but were cut and crushed by the silver sword light in the void. This went on again and again. At least hundreds of thousands of divine purple dragon flames had been quenched by the Fifteen Stars Demon Formation.

This meant that Ding Hao had thrown at least hundreds of thousands of punches.

Each punch maintained the attacking power of a four-apertured Martial Emperor Realm expert.

At this time, many people gradually understood that the purple dragon had not been created by special magic skills, but by Ding Hao bombarding the void with his physical strength. There seemed to be some unusual energy inside his body. The fact that the illusion of dragons was manifested from pure physical strength shocked and enchanted many people.

And the five-clawed divine Dragon King—who was winding around Ding Hao's body like a patron saint—was also an illusion of physical strength.

Ding Hao's body seemed to contain some treasure that could transform energy into dragons to protect him.

This discovery made Li Xianglai and the others even more envious. They couldn't wait to kill Ding Hao and take all the treasures he had on him.

However, the more the Heaven-Splitting Swordsmanship Sect fought, the more frightened they became.

Ding Hao was trapped in the Fifteen Stars Demon Formation, so his physical energy could not be replenished. In theory, he should have died of exhaustion. But strangely, he was still alive and vigorous, and his fist was getting more and more powerful.

Li Xianglai said with a cold snort, "Humph, continue to exhaust him. He cannot be made of iron and never get tired."

The fight continued.

"If it goes on like this, will Brother Hao be in danger?" Li Yiruo's beautiful eyebrows frowned tightly, and there was a trace of worry in her crystal eyes.

Adorable wagged her tail and shouted happily, "Ha-click-click!"

"Adorable, so you're saying that Brother Hao is not in danger?" Li Yiruo held the little dolphin in her arms. After getting along with her for a long time, she could understand the words from the little fellow's tone.

Adorable cried out happily, "Click! Click! Click!" It rubbed its front fins and took out a wooden board and an ink pen from a storage bracelet set on the front fins, which read: "Don't worry, your man is playing games!"

"Hey? You can write?" Li Yiruo was shocked. It was the first time that Adorable communicated with her in this way.

"Click! Click! Click!" The little dolphin put away the wooden board and pen and used its front fins to point to Ding Hao, who was fighting in the air. It was he who had taught it how to write.

Zhang Fan, Li Lan, and others stood on the ice peak, confronting the hunchbacked old man while keeping a close eye on how Ding Hao was doing. As time went by, many of them became anxious. It seemed that the situation was unfavorable to Ding Hao. He had punched so many times, but had been unable to hurt any of the 15 Martial Emperor Realm experts. If he continued, he would end up exhausted and defeated.

In the blink of an eye, another half of a day had passed.

The red sun had already set below the western mountain peak, replaced by a crescent moon, which hung in the sky like a blood-stained hook.

The battle in the sky had lasted for almost an entire day.

As time went by, Ding Hao gradually slowed down and threw out punches less frequently. Although the power of each punch was still compelling, it lacked the unparalleled destructive momentum it had carried before.

The young man with broom-like eyebrows shouted excitedly, "Hahaha, he can't hold on any longer..."

The middle-aged scholar and others were also enlivened.

They had felt a bit of despair because of this drawn out battle.

Ding Hao seemed indefatigable. He held on for more than a day as if he were made of iron.

If they continued to fight like this, the fifteen of them would give up before Ding Hao died. Although Ding Hao's strength was evenly distributed to each of them, it was still a tremendous force. The counterforce was like a tide. Up until then, some people had suffered severe injuries. Their internal organs were about to be shifted.

Fang Xiaoan and the others—who were watching the battle in the distance—had finally heaved a sigh of relief. Their faces beamed with uncontrollable joy.

What had been pressing heavily in their hearts had finally begun to loosen up. He could finally relax.

Once Ding Hao died, Snow Province would still belong to the Tranquility Academy.

Unconsciously, a smirk appeared on their faces as if they were already victorious.

Seeing him besieged on the ice peak, Li Yiruo, Wang Xiaoqi, and the others were unable to avoid feeling worried at this moment.

"Is Senior Brother Ding Hao really about to be exhausted?"

"What should we do? Should we help?"

However, Ding Hao had told them not to intervene in this battle, so they did not know what to do for a while. Besides, with their strength, even if they wanted to, it would be beyond their capabilities.

The only one who had the ability to intervene was Zhang Fan, but he was holding his saber without saying a word.

He was unable to clearly know the outcome of the battle, but he had absolute confidence in Ding Hao because he knew how he had beaten the powerful opponents and survived the Sage Battlefield. The fight at the moment was impossible to defeat Ding Hao.

Li Lan, who had regained her female body, stood quietly in the void.

Her dress was swaying back and forth, and her black hair was dancing in the wind. A pair of eyes shone with wisdom under her arched eyebrows. Sightly narrowed, her eyes were a pair of playful crescent moons. She was composed, like a goddess descending to the secular world.

Li Lan was in no rush.

At some point, the trace of a smile appeared on a corner of her mouth, as if she had understood something.

On the other side.

Fang Xiaoan, who was relieved, rolled his eyes and suddenly thought of something. He laughed loudly and said to the hunchbacked old man, "Haha, Ding Hao can't hold on any longer. It's a good time to eradicate the remaining members. Please help us to stall the boy with the saber. We will deal with the rest."

"Ahem, ahem, ahem, All right. Otherwise, this will continue until dark. I haven't eaten anything yet!" The hunchbacked old man nodded and smiled at Zhang Fan. The light sphere in his hand suddenly radiated countless beams of Sword Qi and shot toward Zhang Fan, who was on the ice peak below.

"Old man, you're courting death!" Battle intent was burning inside Zhang Fan. With a roar, he slashed out with one hand.

Boom!

Fierce power exploded in the air, and all the Sword Qi was cut into pieces.

The hunchbacked old man seemed to have foreseen this. He moved and disappeared on the spot with a flash. The next moment, he appeared in front of Zhang Fan.

The light sphere in his hand was spread out in the wind, turning into a bright long sword. It was flowing with a fanciful light, like thick smoke. The sword stabbed forth with a swoosh and turned into a cold sparkle. It pointed between Zhang Fan's eyebrows with a piercing chill.

Zhang Fan shouted, paying no attention to the sword radiance. Instead, he turned around and slashed.

The saber light chopped toward the old man's waist like a raging torrent.

That move was detrimental to both sides.

"Cough, cough, cough. Tough guy, do you want to risk your life? A dying man like me still wants to live a few more days..." The old man's face changed. Coughing badly, he quickly stepped back to avoid the slash.