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Chapter 365: Waist-Cut, Golden Light Buddha Shadow! (Please Vote for Me)
"Junior Brother!"
A thunderous, overwhelming Sword Qi, sharp and merciless, slashed across the cliff face, carving a massive gash into the stone.
But what sent Xuan Yi into a fury of shock and rage was what came next—before him, several of his junior brothers were struck by the same Sword Qi. In a single instant, blood erupted from their bodies as they were cleanly severed at the waist!
Not even their Body-Protecting Qi shields, nor their Spiritual Artifacts—short staves forged through years of refinement—or the powerful, hardened golden bodies they had painstakingly cultivated through countless trials could withstand the blow.
In the face of that killing intent, that razor-sharp edge, all defenses crumbled like paper.
"Who are you?!"
Xuan Yi stared in horror at the twitching, bleeding forms of his fallen brothers, his eyes blazing with fury. He snapped his head toward Lu Qing.
But Lu Qing stood there, face obscured by a mask, his aura utterly unfamiliar—so alien that Xuan Yi could not even begin to fathom his origin.
"True Spiritual-Physical Dual Cultivation at the Xian Tian Jing realm," Lu Qing said, his voice rough and gravelly, a hint of surprise in his tone. "So it’s not just talk."
That single strike had been no holding back. It was the peak of his normal strength.
And yet, it had failed to fell Xuan Yi.
He had seen clearly—the moment the Sword Qi reached Xuan Yi, a layer of golden light flared around him, effortlessly deflecting part of the attack.
He knew then: the other man must possess a Unique Treasure that automatically protected its master.
Otherwise, no mere Xian Tian Jing cultivator could have shrugged off such a Sword Qi, delivered through a Treasure Artifact-level warblade.
Xuan Yi’s pupils contracted sharply. His mind reeled.
His dual cultivation—Spiritual and Physical—was a secret known to almost no one. Not even most of the elders within the sect were aware. Combined with the artifact within his body, which concealed his aura and masked his fate, it should have been impossible for anyone to uncover his true nature.
Yet here stood this masked specter, who spoke his deepest secret as if he had known it all along.
The revelation left Xuan Yi stunned—and desperate to know: Who exactly was this man?
"Ah! Senior Brother Xuan Yi, kill this scoundrel!"
"Great Elder, avenge us!"
The severed monks, still alive, screamed in agony. Their Xian Tian Jing vitality kept them clinging to life—so long as their soul wasn’t obliterated instantly, even grievous wounds wouldn’t end them. But the pain was unbearable, driving them near madness.
The craftsmen carving the Buddha statues on the cliff, meanwhile, had frozen completely. Pressed against the rock face, they dared not breathe, let alone flee.
They were warriors too. And when they felt the sheer might of Lu Qing’s earlier strike, they understood—this was Xian Tian level combat. Something far beyond their reach. To witness it risked death.
"Silence!"
Lu Qing turned, his voice cold. With a flick of his wrist, he unleashed several more Sword Qis, slashing down at the fallen monks.
"Damn you, you dare—!"
Xuan Yi snapped out of his shock. Without hesitation, golden light flared around him, expanding rapidly to shield the severed bodies of the elders.
The Sword Qi struck the golden barrier—just as before—dissipating instantly.
But Lu Qing had been waiting for this.
At the very moment Xuan Yi activated his golden light, Lu Qing moved.
One step. The massive stone behind him shattered into dust.
In the blink of an eye, Lu Qing had vanished—and reappeared directly before Xuan Yi.
His warblade, forged from Celestial Meteor Iron, descended like a thunderbolt.
This time, it wasn’t just Sword Qi.
This was the true power of a Treasure Artifact-level weapon—its innate sharpness beyond imagination. Even defensive Spiritual Artifacts could not withstand it.
The golden light barrier cracked instantly—gone in a flash.
The blade sliced toward Xuan Yi’s face.
"Hmph!"
Xuan Yi did not panic. Instead, cold defiance flashed in his eyes.
As Lu Qing’s blade descended, Xuan Yi’s arm shot out from within his wide sleeve—his palm glowing with golden light, slamming forward with a force that echoed across the cliff.
At the same moment, an overwhelming presence erupted from him.
And behind him, a colossal silhouette of a Golden Light Buddha, towering seven or eight zhang high, materialized in the air—its own arm reaching out, mirroring Xuan Yi’s strike.
"Ah?"
Lu Qing’s expression flickered with surprise.
But he did not retreat.
The warblade plunged forward, meeting Xuan Yi’s palm head-on.
Boom!
The clash unleashed a storm of chaotic energy. The sheer power of two Xian Tian Jing cultivators detonated across the cliff, forcing the onlookers to gasp for breath, their minds reeling.
The craftsmen on the rock trembled uncontrollably. Their limbs turned numb. If not for sheer will to survive, they would have plummeted like raindrops.
"Interesting."
Lu Qing stepped back, the wind still roaring around him. He stared at Xuan Yi’s unharmed palm, his face unreadable.
That blow—his strongest—hadn’t even chipped it.
"An artifact that combines offense and defense?"
Lu Qing studied the towering golden Buddha figure behind Xuan Yi, the radiant golden glow of his arm.
He understood now—this was the work of another Unique Treasure.
To withstand a Treasure Artifact-level warblade’s edge… Xuan Yi must be wielding at least a Treasure Artifact-grade Unique Treasure.
"What?!"
Lu Qing was stunned—but Xuan Yi was even more shaken.
He had unleashed a Treasure Artifact. And yet, this masked stranger hadn’t even flinched.
The man’s cultivation level was clearly still only Xian Tian Jing—but he had effortlessly blocked Xuan Yi’s full power.
That kind of strength… surpassed the limits of Xian Tian Jing.
And worse—his warblade was also a Treasure Artifact.
Xuan Yi’s expression darkened. His voice was low, controlled.
"Who are you? Why are you attacking me at Xuan Kong Shan? Is there some misunderstanding?"
Even as he spoke, he subtly activated something within—sending a strange, silent ripple into the mountain’s depths.
"Trying to summon help?"
Lu Qing’s Spirit Soul Power was razor-sharp. He felt it instantly.
His eyes narrowed.
"Old monk," he sneered, "I was going to play with you a little longer. But now… you die."
A thick, radiant white light bloomed from Lu Qing’s body.
His presence surged—growing stronger, by several times over.
"Radiant light… You’re a Body Cultivator? How is this possible?!"
Xuan Yi’s eyes widened in disbelief, his voice cracking with shock.
But before he could finish, Lu Qing vanished—
And the world seemed to freeze.
A terrifying sense of doom surged through Xuan Yi’s soul.
(End of Chapter)
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