Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster Chapter 2685 - 991:

Earlier, he had indeed pulled off that exact tactic.

Gathering the array's power into a single point stands as the Arhat Array's biggest strength, yet it also forms its fatal weakness.

Provided his strikes possess sufficient power and velocity, they compel the array to keep reallocating its energy in response to his shifts.

Thus, it ends up full of vulnerabilities!

However, things differ at this moment.

Now that the other two court heads have joined the array, their coordination flows far more seamlessly, rendering it nearly impossible to exploit openings like those from earlier.

"So, are you all still planning to hold back?" Luo Chen inquired with a grin, chatting casually as if with friends.

Yet to everyone else, this attitude appeared outrageously overbearing and smug.

It felt like a direct affront that the Hanging Temple's monks weren't unleashing their utmost against him.

The ashen-faced monk gripped his prayer beads tightly and declared icily, "This demon proves unteachable and beyond redemption. Let's eradicate him first, then seal off Xuan Du!"

With those words, the Dharma Hall head's form fully merged into the array too.

The Thirty-Six Arhat Array then started to evolve steadily.

Moving with fluid grace like flowing water.

Standing firm like an immovable mountain.

Their linked spirit pressure resembled a colossal grinding wheel, poised to pulverize all inside to dust.

Trapped at its core, Luo Chen abruptly sensed his once-superior mobility severely hampered, struggling even to execute the Fire Escape Technique.

His grin slowly vanished as he surveyed his surroundings with composure.

Is this the authentic power of the Thirty-Six Arhat Array?

Its might keeps surging higher!

Suddenly!

A figure in a cotton robe materialized from thin air, swinging a zen staff down toward Luo Chen.

Luo Chen countered with a backhand sword strike, effortlessly parrying the zen staff.

"The head of the Heart Zen Institute?"

From above, sword qi ripped through the sky, poised to cleave peaks and shatter boulders.

Luo Chen slapped away the recognizable precept sword with one palm.

"The head of the Arhat Hall!"

A thunderous roar exploded instantly, morphing into ceaseless Buddhist incantations.

"Om! Mani! Padme! Hum!"

In the midst of those chants, observers sensed descent into a hellish realm.

Oddly, Luo Chen remained steadfast amid the chaos, untouched, his gaze shining intensely as it shifted to mirror flower, water moon.

The Buddha’s head toppled, the fairy shed her robes.

Innumerable scenes of drunken revelry and carnal desires flooded in, embodying every mortal craving.

Spirit vision illusion clashing against the true words' illusion domain—this marked the ultimate, deadly confrontation, where a single misstep meant eternal doom.

Yet the verdict came swiftly.

A compassionate elder monk, blood trickling from his lips, eyes dazed, withdrew back into the array.

"His divine soul strength is overwhelmingly potent; illusions can't touch him!"

Safeguarded by the "Prison Suppression" soul art, Luo Chen escaped major harm, but right as he broke free from the true words' illusion, a gigantic hand seal slammed from the rear.

Luo Chen lacked time to turn, stabbing a sword behind him.

Clang!

The lethal blow from the Prajna Hall head shattered, fury boiling across his pale features.

"Fueled by rage, pressing forward: Vajra Prajna!"

Yet another palm blasted out, forces layering atop one another.

Luo Chen met it with his own palm strike, but this round he failed to hold firm.

Boom!

In the palm collision's explosion, Luo Chen hurtled backward through the air.

Inside the array, relentless assaults poured down—diverse spells and treasures assailing him without mercy.

His form vanished entirely into the vast ocean of Buddha energy.

Beyond the array, spectators gaped in shock at the spectacle.

Luo Chen's abrupt charge had nearly shattered the famed Arhat Array, stunning them all.

Could one person's might truly reach such terrifying heights?

But as the eight court heads finalized the Arhat Array, awe gripped their hearts too.

Assaults shifted endlessly, vast in variety, while the array's ceaseless flow drove its strength to explosive new peaks.

Does any Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator exist who can rival this supreme formation?

"Luo Chen's in peril!" Nascent Soul Old Monsters gathered at the entrance determined after conferring.

The Great Brahma Prince nodded in agreement, though memories of their initial clash sowed doubt in his mind.

Particularly as his eyes lingered on that Bamboo Sea, certainty slipped further away.

"The result remains undecided."

Tuo Po next to him frowned in confusion, then recalled that stunning debut sight, her alluring visage clouding with doubt.

"Might that technique challenge the Arhat Array?"

As though confirming their doubts.

Deep in the array, Luo Chen—battered by successive blows—unleashed his full arsenal at last.

Letting out a thunderous bellow, his thousand-zhang true body erupted skyward.

Three fierce heads: white face, crimson crown, Yaksha's furious visage.

Six ghostly arms commanded gales and mists, churning the array into turmoil.

Unlike the bare limbs from before, now every arm clutched multiple treasures.

One hand brandished a sword, two clutched a staff, golden feathers gleamed in two others.

Just a single hand stayed empty.

Seeing this, Hanging Temple monks shuddered as one.

Three heads, six arms—doesn't this mimic a Buddhist Divine Power?

"Senior Brother Xuan Du, techniques mustn't be shared recklessly. How could such a sacred art be passed on so freely?"

The Prajna Hall head instantly discerned the roots of Luo Chen's shift. His shout met silence.

His wrath blazed fiercer!

"Brothers, charge with me to vanquish this fiend!"

In the array, scarlet chains coalesced, plummeting from above toward Luo Chen's massive true form.

Luo Chen met it without fear, jabbing a finger at his Purple Mansion spot on his chest.

Clang, clang!

Clang, clang!

Countless crimson chains burst from within him, lashing the emptiness and batting aside the falling restraints.

With a subtle stretch of his limbs, Luo Chen's six eyes swept every direction, flashing savage intent.

"Now, it's my turn!"

Yuan Tu Sword Light showered like a storm.

The Heavenly Stick roiled oceans and rivers.

Two Life-taking Golden Feathers stabbed relentlessly, flickering in and out elusively.