Chapter 177: "Who Dares Insult My Black Dragon Emperor?!" (Part 1)

Chapter 177: "Who Dares Insult My Black Dragon Emperor?!" (Part 1)



The scattered beads that had fallen to the ground were still fusing together, and the remaining dozens of beads unleashed their Buddhist radiance to the fullest, attempting to block the attack.

Kong Ming's face paled slightly, just as he was about to look up, the Hundred Hits Hundred Bulls-Eyes Lightning Summoning Technique, unleashed by a Huashen Powerhouse at the Fifth Level, struck him.

"Boom!!!"

On the Nascent Soul Power Ranking, a Huashen Powerhouse's strength appeared, which was somewhat unfair.

After all, even the most formidable Heaven's Pride would have to bow their heads before the might of a Huashen Powerhouse.

Even though this was just the full power of a Fifth Level Huashen Powerhouse, it was merely the power of their realm, without any enchantment bonuses or Huashen domains.

But even so!

This was still a Huashen Powerhouse!

An insurmountable chasm that Nascent Soul cultivators found hard to cross!

In front of a Huashen Powerhouse, even if you were a hundred and eighth-stage Nascent Soul, you'd still have to bow your head in submission. This was...well, if there really was a hundred and eighth-stage Nascent Soul, pressing down on a Huashen Powerhouse with a hammer wouldn't be a problem.

When the quantity changes to a certain extent, the quality becomes less effective.

It's like a Golden Core Peak cultivator slaughtering dozens of Foundation Establishment cultivators, akin to killing dogs. Even a hundred Foundation Establishment cultivators might require some effort, but it would still be effortless. But what about ten thousand, a million, or even a hundred million Foundation Establishment cultivators?

When the Hundred Hits Hundred Bulls-Eyes Lightning Summoning Technique, unleashed by a Fifth Level Huashen Powerhouse, struck Kong Ming, the entire platform shook.

The platform's barrier buzzed incessantly under this offensive, clearly on the verge of collapsing, even though the platform here was much sturdier than the ones in the Heavenly Dao Cultivation Pill's Secret Realm.

But it was still an Inner Core Realm.

The Huashen Powerhouse's strength was somewhat over the limit.

As the lightning arcs dissipated, Kong Ming, charred black all over, lay on the ground. The forcibly activated Kasaya had lost its radiance under this attack, and the remaining beads were completely shattered.

His Defensive Aura was also shattered.

He looked quite disheveled, on the verge of death.

After years of arduous cultivation, he had finally achieved the Tenth Stage Primordial Soul!

He had descended from the mountain to prove his worth and bring glory to the Buddhist Sect!

However—

As soon as he stepped onto the platform, before he could do anything, he was hit by two Fifth Level Huashen Powerhouse spells, leaving him somewhat delirious. As a First Level Nascent Soul cultivator, being able to withstand two full-power attacks from Fifth Level Huashen Powerhouses without dying was already a source of great pride.

It could even become a boastful claim.

It was just a bit regrettable that he couldn't showcase the advantages of a Tenth Stage Primordial Soul at all.

The advantages of a Tenth Stage Primordial Soul could be divided into several aspects.

Firstly, the Supreme Primordial Soul could cultivate at any time, but it was useless on the platform.

Secondly, his enhanced Divine Sense hadn't had a chance to be used.

Thirdly, his denser and more potent Spirit Energy hadn't been utilized.

Fourthly, his extreme hardness, which would be a powerful asset in external combat, hadn't been tested, and even if he had, he wouldn't have stood a chance against Chen Qiu's Twelfth Stage Nascent Soul.

In short.

The Tenth Stage Primordial Soul's strengths lie in these four aspects, but Kong Ming hadn't utilized any of them, making him no different from a First Stage Nascent Soul.

Just as everyone on the platform thought Kong Ming was about to perish completely.

Kong Ming's abdomen shone with a Buddhist light from the stupa, enveloping him like a wave, and his injuries began to heal rapidly.

Without hesitation, Kong Ming endured the pain and quickly stood up, sitting cross-legged on the spot.

His eyes tightly shut.

His palms pressed together, and his lips moved swiftly.

"With a pure heart, demons cannot invade; with a wavering heart, demons find an opening."

"With a settled heart, demons reside; with an angry heart, demons stir."

As the first word sounded, a golden Buddhist character "Heart" slowly floated in the air, and with each word Kong Ming spoke, another golden Buddhist character appeared, floating in the air.

He quickly finished the two sentences.

Ten characters appeared in the air, forming two lines, and the Buddhist light they emitted could suppress all evil spirits, instilling fear in those who saw it, especially among the Nascent Soul cultivators present, including several Demon and Devil cultivators, who turned pale at the sight.

"Buddhist Secret Art, Exorcism Spell!"

Below the platform.

A Peak Nascent Soul Demon cultivator subconsciously took a few steps back, his face pale, and his voice trembled, "A Buddhist secret art, one that only the current generation of Buddhist disciples can learn. It requires undergoing a transformation in a Buddhist secret realm and meeting a series of extremely harsh conditions before one can cultivate this Buddhist secret art!"

"It's a Buddhist secret art closely related to virtue points!"

"The higher the virtue points, the more powerful the secret art!"

"Kong Ming has a whopping 3.4 billion virtue points on the Xuantian Continent Virtue Rankings. The Exorcism Spell he displayed with such terrifying virtue points will be extremely powerful. It's said that the conditions for cultivating this Buddhist secret art are extremely harsh, and the shortest time it has taken for a Buddhist disciple to cultivate it is ten years."

"But Kong Ming, at just thirty-seven this year, has already cultivated this secret art. It's truly terrifying!"

Others might have only a vague understanding of this Buddhist secret art, but these Demon cultivators had a deep impression of this Buddhist secret technique, which was specifically designed to kill Demon and Devil cultivators like them.

Or, to be more precise.

It specifically targets those with impure hearts.

To be specific, these ten characters themselves don't have any power; they merely serve to inspire and transform the target, causing them to break down in tears, repent, and surrender, kneeling before the caster without any defense.

The higher the caster's virtue points, the more effective this transformative effect.

The more evil a person is, the more effective the redemption will be.

The Peak Yuan Ying evil cultivator glanced at the rankings of Sin Points and Virtue Points. Chen Qiu might be in trouble this time.

That bald donkey had a whopping 3.4 billion Virtue Points.

And Chen Qiu had 2.9 billion Sin Points.

It was a stark contrast.

The spectators below the platform listened to the evil cultivator's explanation, now understanding the terror of this secret technique. They looked towards the platform with complicated expressions. Sometimes, facing these Supreme Celestial Fortunes made them feel inferior.

They believed their cultivation was already high enough, and who among them wasn't a Celestial Fortune in their youth?

If you're not a Celestial Fortune, how could you reach the Peak Yuan Ying?

But with Celestial Fortunes, the only fear is comparison, and once compared, there's no way out.

As expected—

When the ten golden Buddhist characters floated in the air above Kong Ming, Chen Qiu, who had been standing still, suddenly started walking towards Kong Ming at a slow pace. It was obvious that he had lost his rationality; if he were still in his right mind, he should have been using all his body movement techniques to interrupt Kong Ming's casting!

"What a pity."

For a moment, many people's eyes flashed with regret. Although Chen Qiu's rise had no direct benefit for them, and his fall had no impact on them either, his recent fame had been truly resounding, and they also wanted to see how far Chen Qiu could go.

Now it seemed, this was as far as he would go.

Kong Ming was only at the first layer of Yuan Ying cultivation, not particularly strong, but he possessed the thousand-year foundation of the Buddhist Sect, one of the top powers in Zhongzhou. It seemed like a duel between two people on the platform, but in reality, Kong Ming had the entire Buddhist Sect backing him, with all its accumulated power over the years.

In contrast, Chen Qiu had nothing behind him.

There was only the Mock Heaven Sect.

But what was a newly emerged sect without territory to speak of? It had no foundation to boast of.

But at this moment—

On the platform, Chen Qiu slowly approached Kong Ming, leaning on the Heavenly Clue Umbrella, and then he retracted the umbrella and calmly took out a small bench to sit in front of Kong Ming, his Twelfth Stage Nascent Soul already in his hand.

Wait!

This scene, it seemed somewhat familiar.

Had they seen this somewhere before?

For a moment, the spectators below and the other Yuan Ying cultivators on the platforms were all stunned, unable to believe what they were seeing. Could it be?

On the platform—

"Reciting sutras?"

Chen Qiu sat in front of Kong Ming, caressing Kong Ming's bald head with his left hand, while his right hand held his Twelfth Stage Nascent Soul high in the air, a gentle smile on his face.

His tone was as casual as asking if someone had eaten.

Just then!

Kong Ming's eyes snapped open, staring fixedly at Chen Qiu. Deep in his eyes, a hint of horror flashed, but he remained motioned, his palms pressed together, sitting cross-legged and unmoving, his lips moving faster and faster as he recited the mantra.

The ten golden Buddhist characters above him also radiated brighter Buddhist golden light.

In his view, with 3.4 billion Virtue Points, he was driving this Buddhist secret technique, while Chen Qiu had 2.9 billion Sin Points. It was impossible for it to have no effect. Chen Qiu was definitely enduring, and he just needed to put in a little more effort.

Otherwise, why would Chen Qiu walk in front of him, holding his Nascent Soul, ready to smash it?

If he wasn't affected, why not just stand in place and attack him with spells?

It must be that Chen Qiu's spirit energy was restrained by the Buddhist golden light, and this was a sign that the Exorcism Spell was beginning to take effect. As long as he continued to drive the spell, he could gradually restrain Chen Qiu's body and divine sense, eventually converting him completely.

"Good."

Chen Qiu sat in front of Kong Ming, satisfied, caressing Kong Ming's bald head with reluctance, and then lightly tapped his head with his knuckles, "A good head, crisp."

Then, he stood up, holding his Nascent Soul in both hands.

He raised his Twelfth Stage Nascent Soul high in the air, aiming at Kong Ming's head, and smashed it down!

"Bang!!!"

With just one strike.

Kong Ming was knocked to the ground, his head oozing with blood, indicating severe injuries. But Kong Ming's body didn't shake at all; he maintained his cross-legged posture, his palms pressed together, rapidly reciting the Exorcism Spell.

The ten golden characters above his head also continued to radiate golden light.

Chen Qiu, holding his Twelfth Stage Nascent Soul, looked up at the ten characters above and then down at the four characters "Heavenly Dao Villain" engraved on his Nascent Soul, shaking his head with a light smile.

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"Heaven Bestows the Name": Heavenly Dao Villain.

"Name Effect": Ignore all conversion techniques of the Buddhist and Taoist Sects.

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Is this the Buddhist secret technique?

It's powerful!

But it doesn't seem to have much effect on him!

"Huff"

Chen Qiu sighed, looking at Kong Ming's head on the ground and smashing it again!

Once, twice!

Four times, five times!

On the fifth smash, Kong Ming's head was already bloody and bruised, and he seemed to have lost his sanity. Just as Chen Qiu was about to deliver the final blow, he suddenly saw Kong Ming tremblingly take out a token from his storage ring and grip it in his hand, his eyes full of malice as he stared at Chen Qiu.

Chen Qiu, who was standing still with his Nascent Soul raised high, suddenly froze.

This token, why did it look so familiar?

Chen Qiu almost instantly pushed his speed to the extreme, and a galestorm howled as a small thunderball appeared in his palm, slamming towards Kong Ming's abdomen!

This strike was aimed to take Kong Ming's life!

He vaguely saw the words "Virtue Defense" on the token!

"Boom!!!"

Just as he unleashed this strike, Kong Ming's face contorted as he crushed the token in his hand!

In an instant.

Chen Qiu felt a powerful force pushing him away, and he saw that Kong Ming's abdomen had been blasted open by his previous attack, revealing a terrifying wound from which blood was gushing. A seven-colored aura enveloped the surface of Kong Ming's body.

"Virtue Defense Token?"

Chen Qiu looked at Kong Ming, who was desperately devouring healing pills, his eyebrows raised slightly. Indeed, anything that wasn't a unique attribute meant that if he had it, others could have it too, especially top-tier factions with thousands of years of heritage.

The Virtue Defense, powered by 3.4 billion Virtue Points, was likely beyond his ability to break.

But Kong Ming was also on the brink of death, completely losing his fighting ability.

He struggled to crawl towards the edge of the platform, waiting for the moment when the platform's barrier would disappear, so he could jump off and leave the secret realm, saving his life. There was no chance of counterattacking.

The Spirit Treasures on his body, which had been hit by the full force of a Fifth Level Divine Transformation Stage cultivator, shattered without mercy! But even when shattered, the Buddhist treasures remained unaffected!

As long as they were bathed in the Buddhist golden light, the shattered treasures could quickly restore themselves and continue their previous assault. The stupa within Kong Ming's Dantian constantly emitted this light, and given time, the Buddhist treasures would be restored.

However, Chen Qiu didn't give him that chance.

Moreover—

"Chen Qiu!"

Kong Ming, on the verge of death, crawled to the edge of the platform with difficulty. He covered his abdomen with his hands, blood seeping through his fingers. Weakly, he spoke to Chen Qiu, "Return the Tenth Stage Primordial Soul and the stupa to me, and we'll call it even!"

"The Buddhist Sect spent over a thousand years of heritage to help me attain the Tenth Stage Primordial Soul. If you take it away, you will become the mortal enemy of the Buddhist Sect, and the feud will never end!"

"The Buddhist Sect will exhaust all its heritage and connections accumulated over the years and spare no effort to hunt you down."

"Return it to me now, and I'll let bygones be bygones."

"The Buddhist Sect is a top-tier faction in Zhongzhou; you can't afford to make an enemy of them."

"Hmm."

Below the platform, a young Nascent Soul cultivator in a cloak tilted his head, looking at Kong Ming thoughtfully. He felt like he had heard similar words somewhere before.

It sounded so familiar.

Were they all reading from the same script?

Why were their lines identical?

Couldn't they change their dialogue?

"Good stuff."

On the platform, Chen Qiu smiled at the two small items in his hand—his spoils of war.

(End of Chapter)

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