pappabearbooks Chapter 1139 - 506: Top-tier Golden Core Realm Experts
Chapter 1139 - 506: Top-tier Golden Core Realm Experts
Monk Hui Chen was invincible, with golden shock waves spreading like tides. Li Wushang wielded his Lifebound Blood Blade, blood light clashing with golden light, instantly creating a cascade of sparks; Xiao Yichen’s Jade Flute emitted Sound Blades which shattered inch by inch within the golden light, causing him to stagger backward, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.Even though Li Yunjing had summoned his Tier Four Treasure, the "Celestial Profound Compass," releasing the starry sky circulation, it was still shredded by the golden light, sending him flying like a broken kite, crashing heavily into a sand dune, raising a cloud of dust.
Mo Cang let out an angry roar, the black Gang Qi from his wolf tooth club condensing into a giant wolf’s shadow, yet it was crushed instantly upon contact with the golden light.
He knelt on one knee, his tiger’s mouth cracked, blood dripping down the wolf tooth club.
"How terrifying is this old bald donkey!"
Such a thought almost simultaneously arose in the hearts of the four experts.
Li Yunjing’s group, each possessing powerful Magical Treasures, their items even of Tier Four, yet before Master Hui Chen, none held any sway.
His "Ancient Bronze Bell" was unimaginably formidable.
Li Yunjing even suspected it was a Tier Five Ancient Treasure!
Otherwise, how could it easily repel the joint efforts of the four?
"Unstained by dust, serene and free, Buddha is merciful!"
Before Hui Chen’s voice faded, the "Ancient Bronze Bell" roared once again, the second golden shock wave solidifying into a giant hand, striking down fiercely upon the crowd.
"Hiss..."
The surrounding cultivators watching the battle were in an uproar.
"This is the long-lost ’Golden Bell Demon Overcoming Technique’ of ’Thunder Sound Monastery’!"
A Tiger Clan Elder from the Demon Race with bristling fur exclaimed in shock: "Legend says that when mastered, this technique can subdue a Peak Golden Core in a single thought—could Monk Hui Chen possibly be halfway into the Nascent Soul?"
"With deep foundation, ’Thunder Sound Monastery’ indeed lives up to its reputation, suppressing four Golden Core experts with the strength of one!"
An elderly cultivator from the Profound Sect beside him stroked his beard tremblingly, his voice quivering.
"Hahaha! I want to see how many strikes you can take!"
White eyebrows of Hui Chen stood up, the golden relic on his chest shone brightly, continuously providing Buddhist Power, and the resonance with the "Ancient Bronze Bell" transformed into a hundred-zhang Buddha Lotus, slowly blooming.
Every petal contained the power of Buddha Nature, breaking space inch by inch as it passed.
The watching cultivators hurriedly summoned protective Magical Treasures, retreating pale-faced.
Hui Chen demonstrated divine prowess, with a commanding presence of invincibility.
Li Yunjing wiped away the blood at the corner of his mouth, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes.
"Everyone!"
He forced himself to stand, lightning flaring all around him: "Although this old bald donkey’s momentum is strong, if we retreat in fear today, how will we stand in the Cultivation Realm in the future?"
Li Yunjing’s words made a lot of sense!
The four who made a move were all experts from giant forces!
Four against one, if they couldn’t win, how would they maintain their reputation in the Immortal Cultivation Realm?
They would become clowns, reduced to mere backgrounds of Hui Chen’s glorious lifetime!
As top figures, how could they endure this?
"Indeed! Even if today we fight to the point of soul scattering, we must let this bald donkey know that the Demon Sect is not to be trifled with!"
Li Wushang licked the blood at the corner of his mouth, laughing arrogantly.
Xiao Yichen and Mo Cang exchanged a glance, nodding simultaneously, the four once again summoning their treasures, charging towards the Buddha Lotus.
"Overestimating yourselves!"
Hui Chen snorted coldly at their actions.
He formed a sealing gesture with both hands, the "Ancient Bronze Bell" suspended over his head, its toll resonating with the Buddha Lotus, creating a golden cage, trapping the four inside.
Within the cage, the golden light cut like blades, continuously slicing at the Protective Gang Qi of the four, aiming to slowly grind Li Yunjing, Li Wushang, Xiao Yichen, and Mo Cang down.
The surrounding cultivators watching the battle gasped in shock, many Junior Cultivators at the early Golden Core stage had weak legs, directly sitting down.
"Such might, akin to a Nascent Soul Cultivator descending to the world!"
A middle-aged cultivator from the Profound Sect, tremblingly gripped his waist sword: "’Thunder Sound Monastery’ indeed has kept itself well-hidden!"
Just as the golden cage was about to completely close, over the sky suddenly appeared more than ten streaks of flowing light.
The leader of them stood upon a bone giant boat, black robes embroidered with blood-colored runes, surprisingly the town elder of the "Netherworld Hall" of the Demon Sect, Blood Slaughter!
"Hui Chen, bald donkey!"
He waved the Blood Banner in his hands, thousands of yin souls let out a scream, attempting to tear at the cage’s edges: "Can you even confine people from my ’Netherworld Hall’?"
However, the Buddha Lotus blazed up, and the yin souls turned to ashes before touching the cage.
Blood Slaughter’s face changed suddenly, behind him appeared two more figures breaking through the air; these were experts from the Profound Sect’s "Divine Machinery Pavilion", two elders wielding star disks from which nine silver chains shot out as the stars on the disks revolved.
On the other side, the Golden Roc Demon King from the Demon Race’s "Heavenly Demon Palace", his wings open wide, blocking the sky and sun, his sharp talons tearing open the void.
Four top experts together, their offensive was even more fierce than that of the previous four.
"Hmph! It doesn’t matter how many come!"
Hui Chen formed the "卍" Buddhist Sect seal with his hands, the roar of the "Ancient Bronze Bell" shaking the whole world.
The bell itself suddenly displayed densely packed ancient Buddhist texts, resonating with the Buddha Lotus and the golden cage, forming a massive virtual image of a golden Buddha Country.
Within the Buddha Country, a Buddha shadow, a hundred zhang high, slowly opened its eyes, raising its hand issuing a golden command that crushed all the attacks of the four experts.
"This... This is the ’Western Paradise Great Formation’ of Thunder Sound Monastery!"
In the crowd, a white-haired loose cultivator screamed in terror: "This formation requires the resolve of great Buddhist adherents using hundred-year cultivation as a guide; once activated, within a thousand-li radius, all becomes the Pure Land of the Buddhist Sect!"
The watching cultivators panicked in earnest, hastily employing escape techniques to fly away, fearing to be swept into this earth-shattering battle.
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