Chapter 642: Before Kneeling to the Buddha, Kneel Before Me
Chapter 642: Before Kneeling to the Buddha, Kneel Before Me
Jianyang Prefecture was a prominent and official territory under the Divine Kingdom.
At this moment, within the city, the dense Imperial Aura surged and swept across the sky.
Back then, even the cultivators from Ziyun Sect had difficulty displaying their Qi-Seeking Spell due to the suppression, requiring medicinal pills to compensate. Although the Bodhimanda Sect disciples didn't fall to such a state, being able to exert four to five tenths of their strength was already considered good.
However, under normal circumstances, few would pay attention to this.
After all, everyone was suppressed by the Imperial Aura, which meant no one was suppressed.
And those who could influence the Imperial Aura were all influential figures within the Divine Kingdom, like the Jianyang Prefecture Governor. Ordinary cultivators wouldn't be foolish enough to provoke them and bring trouble upon themselves.
But what position did this young man before them hold within the Divine Kingdom?
Why had they never heard of him?
Zhi Qing's expression was complex, and the long staff in his hand slightly loosened its grip. Taking this opportunity, Zhi Kong swung his staff, knocking the staff away and grabbing the woman on the ground, tossing her far away.
"..."
Zhi Qing merely glanced at her and had no intention of continuing to attack the female cultivator.
Although he coveted the Dragon Tiger Scripture, he never thought of making enemies with officials within the Divine Kingdom. It was just a moment of carelessness, and he hadn't considered this aspect before taking action.
After all, officials served the Divine Emperor, so how could they not understand the relationship between the Divine Kingdom and the Three Teachings? They weren't ignorant youngsters, and such presumptuous actions of reading the Three Teachings' scriptures would only lead to more losses. This didn't seem like something an official would do.
"Now, retreat and return to the sect to report to the elders. Then, come back to the Divine Kingdom to apologize with a bundle of thorns, and there will still be room for redemption."
Zhi Kong's breathing was deep and low, like a broken drum, as he stared intently at the monk before him.
As fellow Bodhimanda Sect disciples, he was well aware of how formidable the two of them were.
Even though Shen Xianyou had blocked that staff, and Zhi Ming had suffered a slight disadvantage, it was enough to surprise them. However, their Three Tribulations cultivation couldn't be faked, and it was only because of the official's identity that they were caught off guard.
If they were to engage in a prolonged fight, not only would they face life-threatening danger, but being within the prefecture would also put countless innocent lives at risk.
If they could use the Divine Kingdom's might to deter the two, allowing them to retreat, that would be the best course of action.
"Is that so?"
Zhi Qing turned his head and glanced at the golden-bodied Buddha statue of the Arhat holding the Dragon Tiger Scripture, and a fiery light gradually appeared in his eyes. The next moment, he tightened his grip on the long staff, "Junior Brother, don't blame Senior Brother for not leaving you a way out. Throw down your staff and wait aside for a moment. Without you taking action, after Senior Brother deals with this official, the three of us will share the Dragon Tiger Scripture!"
"The dead cannot speak."
"We have enough time. If necessary, we can temporarily retreat to the sect to avoid the confrontation. Once we obtain the Dragon Tiger Fruit Rank, who can stop us?"
"On the contrary, think carefully. Even if you risk your life today, and one person escapes, leaking the news... Three Bodhimanda Sect disciples intercepting an official within the Divine Kingdom, and one of them is innocent. Would you believe it if it got out?"
At this point, he turned to look at Zhi Kong, his voice filled with persuasive intent, "Do you think Senior Brother's words make sense?"
"..."
Ye Jing listened with shock at every word. These two Bodhimanda Sect wanderers were already rare powerhouses. If even Zhi Kong joined the opposition, then today, they would truly have no escape!
With this thought, she subconsciously looked to the side.
Before she could see Lord Shen's expression, his calm voice reached her ears.
"Makes sense."
No one noticed that Lord Shen's handsome face had a surge of determination.
The only Demon Slaying Officer in the prefecture naturally held a position equivalent to the Governor.
Although he couldn't manipulate the Imperial Aura to defend against enemies,
That ordinary-looking iron token isolated the suppression from the heavenly canopy.
Before he finished speaking, he had already taken action. The staff he had been fighting over with Zhi Ming suddenly thrust downward, striking the monk's heart. It was like a massive hammer, almost shattering his ribs!
Thud!
The golden light on the monk's body instantly scattered, and even the Lotus Platform within his body trembled violently twice.
"You—"
Zhi Ming spat out a mouthful of golden blood and swung his staff to smash it. The seemingly ordinary iron staff moved without a trace, and before it even touched his body, the overwhelming force that seemed capable of overturning heaven and earth rushed towards him like a tidal wave.
"Suppress."
Lord Shen took a step forward and lightly uttered a word. Clearly not dodging, he brushed past the staff at the very moment it was about to fall, standing face-to-face with Zhi Ming.
Instantly, the golden-covered fist peak heavily smashed into the monk's heart, where the golden light was weakest. Amidst the piercing roar, he was fiercely knocked away.
"Roar!!"
Zhi Ming forcibly stabilized his body. Never having endured such humiliation, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins as he let out a low roar.
The gap between each tribulation was difficult to bridge. His cultivation was clearly three whole tribulations higher than his opponent, and he had even initiated the attack with a sneak attack, yet he had suffered several disadvantages.
Boom!
He stumbled and steadied himself, not even taking a breath before suddenly taking a step. His straw shoes tore, and his bare feet caused the already chaotic hall to shake again. He leaped into the air, and the staff in his hand smashed down with the force of splitting a mountain!
"Die!"
An enraged ascetic, perhaps not as powerful as an immortal, but his formidable strength, combined in a single strike, was still formidable enough to make others tremble.
Golden paste surged like a wave, pouring out from the staff.
Even Ye Jing, who had the confidence to fight two True Immortals in Yulong Sect, was only caught in the aftermath of the golden paste, and was sent flying in a disheveled state.
A Seventh Rank Perfection ascetic, with true techniques, almost represented the upper limit of this realm.
"Seal."
Shen Yi raised his eyes to look at the staff that was about to smash down on him and spat out another word.
In the Demon Hall, the newly gathered Lingguang mouse demon and bear demon took the lead, with the other hall masters as support, plus hundreds of stone statues transformed into black mist to reinforce the hall masters.
Starlight appeared out of thin air, outlining a dazzling peach blossom.
Greedy Wolf Constellation Extermination Array!
The staff smashed onto the peach blossom, as if sinking into a mud pit. Although it was still falling, it was slow enough to be visible to the naked eye.
Zhi Ming's face changed slightly. Where did this official learn so many techniques, and although this array wasn't top-notch, it didn't require any setup, yet it could still form an array with a single word.
"Zhi Qing! Help me!"
He finally realized something was wrong. This was a tricky situation, and he wanted to take it down quickly, but he couldn't do it alone.
"Wait a moment, soon."
Zhi Qing calmly responded.
As soon as Shen Yi spoke, Zhi Kong Monk struck out with his staff without hesitation. Shen Xianyou was experienced, and since he had taken action, he must have realized that there was no other solution to today's matter, so it was better to strike first.
However, they were from the same sect, and their techniques were almost identical. It was a battle of raw power.
The gap in cultivation couldn't be bridged by courage or determination.
Shen Xianyou had the upper hand, but Zhi Qing was holding him back...
"Hey."
Zhi Qing's staff poured down like a torrential rain, quickly forcing Zhi Kong Monk to retreat. The official's strength was beyond his expectations. Besides the Third Tribulation Lotus Platform, he also mastered many immortal techniques. If this continued, there might be trouble.
"Junior Brother... You chose this path..."
At this thought, he glared, found an opportunity, and smashed his staff onto Zhi Kong Monk's shoulder, forcing him to kneel. The staff head pierced his nose bridge with a "puchi" sound, entering his body and sending him flying.
The staff swept through the air with a fierce momentum, as if trying to split Zhi Kong Monk in half at the waist.
"..." Zhi Kong Monk flew into the sky, his golden light dimmed, his Lotus Platform covered in cracks, his face covered in blood, and his eyes already blurred.
At this moment, a large net swept in from behind, suddenly entangling Zhi Qing's body.
"What the hell is this!"
He struggled, but the more he struggled, the tighter the immortal net became.
The vast ocean it carried was of unknown weight, and at this moment, it all fell onto his body.
He looked down at the net, as if recognizing something, and shouted, "How dare you! You're Qingmei's disciple! A Triad Immortal Sect member dares to steal the Bodhimanda Sect's Lotus Platform Technique?"
"Dare to divide your attention!" Zhi Ming's staff was less than three inches from Shen Yi's head, and the golden paste within it quickly eroded the lotus.
And at this moment, this kid still had the mind to look elsewhere.
"Today, even Qingmei can't save you!"
"..."
Before Zhi Ming could finish speaking, he saw Shen Yi look back, and the slightly raised sleeve revealed a tightly clenched palm holding a mountain the size of a palm.
It was clearly an immortal artifact.
At this moment, in the hands of this youth, it looked like a brick.
The next moment, Shen Yi fiercely swung the Treasure Mountain, smashing it heavily onto Zhi Ming's face. In just one strike, his skin tore and his skull shattered, even exposing his gums.
Zhi Ming didn't have time to cry out in pain. Instinctively, he loosened his staff and turned to flee.
But someone grabbed his neck and threw him to the ground.
Crack!
Shen Yi, expressionless, raised the Treasure Mountain and fiercely smashed it onto the back of Zhi Ming's head. With a dull shattering sound, a mixture of golden and white viscous blood splattered onto his face, adding a touch of cruelty to his pale complexion.
Once! Twice! Thrice!
Controlling the Treasure Mountain required immense power. Even a True Immortal Perfection cultivator would almost exhaust the silver light Caelum within him.
Yet Shen Yi seemed tireless.
"..."
Whether it was Zhi Kong, the monk lying on the ground, or Ye Jing, whose breath was disrupted by the golden paste from a distance, both were staring intently at the figure in the dark robe.
Within a short time, the person had simultaneously displayed the Wanderer's Path, Dharmic Arrays, and even the True Immortal Perfection Realm, along with Immortal Treasures.
What was even more chilling was the way Shen Yi employed these methods—without any finesse, using whatever came to hand, to the point where it was difficult to discern his background.
Ye Jing suddenly recalled Lord Meng's initial concern.
The worry that this new colleague might not be able to take action against the disciples of the Three Teachings.
She stared blankly at the pitifully dead Zhi Ming monk and shuddered.
"Cough, cough!"
Zhi Kong coughed up clotted blood and struggled to pick up his staff, intending to stand and assist.
Just as he managed to get halfway up, Shen Yi, passing by, pushed him back down.
The youth, with his unwavering gaze, walked past him, leaving behind a faint voice, "Rest for a while."
Once such an act of killing a fellow sect member is done, it will inevitably tarnish one's reputation when it spreads.
"Shen Xianyou... you..." Zhi Kong panted heavily, his eyes discerning that Shen Yi's current state was extremely weak. Compared to himself, it was Shen Yi who truly needed a rest.
But it was evident that Zhi Qing would not give him that chance.
From the moment he saw Zhi Ming being thrown to the ground, this monk remained silent and began to focus on unraveling the ensnaring net from his body.
Qingmei Patriarch's Immortal Artifact was naturally a powerful item.
However, it didn't mean that without knowing the incantation, simply tossing it out without sufficient spiritual energy infusion would be enough to trap a disciple of the Bodhimanda Sect.
Even if it carried a vast amount of energy, Zhi Qing was a Wanderer who specialized in physical strength!
He leaned slightly, and the seemingly thin net felt like a heavy yoke, leaving him gasping for breath as he struggled to remove it.
"Officer, it seems you're not doing too well."
Zhi Qing's face was drenched in sweat, but a smile appeared. He parted his lips, revealing a set of white teeth.
With just the cultivation of the Three-Tier Lotus Platform Technique and having exhausted most of his True Immortal energy, it might not be enough to take him down.
"Alright, alright, I should be the one to solely enjoy the Dragon Tiger Scripture."
He stared intently at the approaching dark-robed youth, and a fierce intent suddenly appeared in his smile. The staff in his hand slashed through the air like thunder, viciously striking towards Shen Yi!
Shen Yi didn't dodge or yield; instead, he responded with equal ferocity, smashing the Treasure Mountain in his hand.
This strike directly drained the remaining energy from the Caelum.
The Treasure Mountain erupted with divine light, and with a crisp crack, it smashed down, replacing what was once a head with a long boot, and blood and shattered bones littered the ground.
The Meditation Cushion and the Altar were separated.
The monk seemed to be kneeling before the Golden Bodhimanda.
However, between him and the Golden Bodhimanda, there was a dark robe slightly lifted, and Shen Yi stood with his hands at his sides.
(End of Chapter)
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