Translator: 549690339
Li Xiaobai stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his attitude extremely arrogant, “I am Liu Jinshui, the unrivaled peerless genius of my time. I’ve swept through life without a single defeat!”
Since he was using his sixth senior brother’s name, it didn’t matter what he said.
Hehe, sorry Sixth Senior Brother, as the saying goes, ‘better him than me’. There are still many matters I need to deal with, so I’ll have to let you carry the pot for now.
“Giggle, I am Ji Wuqing, the unmatched sovereign of the universe. Anyone who disagrees, come and fight!”
Ji Wuqing emerged from underneath Li Xiaobai’s feet, shouting loudly.
The flames from the opponent just now had almost annihilated it on the spot, but fortunately, it burrowed into the ground in time; otherwise, it would have been reduced to carbon again, a sensation it loathed.
Song Zhong’s face looked very unpleasant. His offensive was thwarted by a junior, which was quite a blow to his dignity.
A Transcendance Tribulation Stage expert quietly used the Thousand Miles Sound Transmission Technique to contact a certain powerful individual residing in the Thousand Buddha Temple.
“Master, you’re not just going to stand there and watch, are you?”
Song Zhong spoke with a somber face, looking at Monk Yuanjue.
“This young one, this old monk will handle him. Please quickly go capture the Demon Monk and the Demonic Woman!”
Monk Yuanjue formed a seal spell with his hand, and a huge Golden Bell descended from the sky once again, firmly trapping Li Xiaobai in place.
Li Xiaobai’s face changed. He wasn’t afraid of being beaten, but being trapped; he was fearful of that. All his added points were in defensive power, and being trapped was equivalent to cutting off his source of Attribute Points. To break the Golden Bell Shield, he could only rely on store-bought items.
But if he weren’t focused on by a barrage of attacks, his strategy would be at a bit of a loss.
Li Xiaobai tapped on the Golden Bell Shield, finding it quite sturdy. He silently summoned a wisps of Hellfire that clung to the Golden Bell Shield. This time, the Hellfire wasn’t extinguished but burned steadily on the Golden Bell Shield.
Li Xiaobai rejoiced inwardly. This was promising; the more the Hellfire burned, the stronger its might would become, and it was evident that the Golden Bell Shield was an excellent fuel for it.
Although the current Hellfire was very weak and minuscule, it was transformed from the Spiritual Power of a Transcendance Tribulation Stage expert. Even if only a bit was burned off, it would considerably enhance the Hellfire.
For the moment, Li Xiaobai was in no hurry to escape; he allowed the Hellfire to develop peacefully for a while.
“Giggle, boy, what’s this thing? It looks rather fierce,” Ji Wuqing asked curiously, gazing at the small wisp of black flame. It instinctively sensed a dangerous aura emanating from the flame.
“Hehe, you’ll find out eventually.”
Song Zhong saw Li Xiaobai was truly trapped and kept tapping and hitting within the Golden Bell Shield. His face immediately brightened with joy.
“This youngster fears the art of binding. Act quickly and cooperate with Master Yuanjue to seal off this boy’s movements!”
Several cultivators formed Seal Spells with their hands, and huge Trap Formations rose from the ground, working in concert with the Golden Bell Shield to lock Li Xiaobai in place firmly.
“Go, let’s capture the Demon Monk and the Demonic Woman first, then we’ll deal with this boy!”
…
At the same time.
In a wilderness outside the Thousand Buddha Temple, a monk carrying a raggedly clothed woman walked at a leisurely pace, each step magical, seemingly slow but covering a distance of thousands of miles in a blink.
Suddenly, the monk stopped and turned to look back. Twin beams of golden light shot from his eyes, and the cultivators chasing after him hastily halted, frantically deploying various protective Cultivation Techniques.
“This is the Buddhist Divine Eye, which merely extends sight further. It has no lethality. Capture the Demonic Woman quickly and slay the Demon Monk!” Monk Ling Jue shouted in the crowd, wishing he could kill the man with his own hands immediately.
“Benefactor, I need to return for a moment,” Monk Liaowang said slowly.
“But for Young Master Li? I’ll join you!”
Su Mei’er’s eyes were resolute. It was evident that they had come to rescue them and even held up several Spirit Realm Cultivators, providing them with time to escape. If they were to abandon the others just like that, she would feel somewhat inappropriate.
“Indeed, causality is not yet concluded. If we were to leave now, I fear karmic obstacles would entangle us.”
Monk Liaowang didn’t dawdle. His figure shifted, and with a stride of a thousand miles, he directly passed through the approaching army of cultivators as if entering a realm devoid of people.
Every righteous cultivator was dumbfounded. Before they could react, he had already passed through their ranks. Could he be any more arrogant?
“Demon Monk, you simply disregard us cultivators!”
“This angers me too!”
“Slay him!”
The righteous cultivators felt they had suffered a great insult. Nearly ten thousand cultivators released their cultivation levels at this moment, their formidable Spiritual Power breaking through the clouds.
Countless flashes of sword light and blade shadows attacked Monk Liaowang’s figure.
However, Monk Liaowang moved ethereally, gliding past the cultivators’ onslaught, quickly escaping into the distance.
“Demon Monk, where do you think you’re going!”
A thunderous shout suddenly resonated through the void, and a phantom of a Divine Demon manifested from thin air, throwing a punch at Monk Liaowang.
Monk Liaowang’s heart sank. It was a Tribulation Crossing cultivator who had arrived. Although he had penetrated the Buddhist Law, his cultivation level not having increased was always a fundamental weakness. He could manage without pressure against Divinity Transformation cultivators, but against the high-level masters of the Tribulation Crossing stage, it was difficult to have any significant impact.
The gap between the levels of cultivation was still too influential.
“Lipo Lipo Di, Qiu Ke Qiu Ke Di… True Spirit Qian Di!”
“Sohapohe!”
Monk Liaowang chanted under his breath, a great surge of golden light enveloping him, and several phantoms of Buddha manifested behind him, seven in total, towering grandly with different expressions and stances.
However, what they had in common was that all seven Buddhas were engulfed in blazing Red Lotus Karmic Fire, which was a sign of being entwined with great karmic obstacles.
“Seven Buddhas Extermination Mantra!”
“This is impossible!”
Among the crowd, Monk Ling Jue was aghast. The Seven Buddhas Extermination Mantra was a supreme divine skill of the Buddhist Sect. Even among the elders of the Buddhist community, only a few could thoroughly understand it. How could this Demon Monk be so capable to reach this step?
One must understand that the Seven Buddhas Extermination Mantra is even more challenging than the Eighteen Arhats, as the practitioner must have at least completely mastered seven different Buddhist philosophies.
This is not merely about understanding but genuinely comprehending these philosophies and being able to utilize them for oneself, a much more challenging feat than simply achieving the level of an Arhat.
Ling Jue felt so infuriated he felt as if his lungs were about to explode. Why did all the good fortune go to others? Clearly, he was one of the ones trying to hunt them down; his side was the side of the righteous cultivators, but Monk Liaowang’s performance was like a constant assault on the face of the world, declaring to everyone that he was the true Buddha.
“Seven Buddha’s Golden Bodies are somewhat interesting, but it’s a pity you’re just a junior in the Divinity Transformation Stage, not yet fully grown. In front of us, you can only be mercilessly obliterated!”
Song Zhong was expressionless, casually throwing a punch to obliterate these phantoms of the Golden Buddhas.
But to his surprise, these Buddha phantoms were extraordinarily tenacious. Even when shattered, they continued to resist, and their surrounding Red Lotus Karmic Fire spread wildly towards Song Zhong and the others.
For a moment, he was actually entangled with them.
Monk Liaowang seized the opportunity to turn around, and his figure flickered, vanishing from the spot instantly.
Song Zhong stamped his feet in anger: “Damn it, where did these demons learn their skills? Each is more bizarre than the last!”
The countenance of the cultivator beside him was also unsightly. Two juniors had eluded them one after another, causing him to feel he had lost all face: “Stop the nonsense. I’ll go over and kill them, lest we let the night bring more dreams!”