Chapter 292

This, then, was the strongest trump card of Songshan Shaolin, passed down for a thousand years and never lightly deployed except in moments of existential peril—the Thousand Buddha Array!

"Pfft! Shameless bald monks! Can't beat him, so you bring a mob to help?!"

On the shore, Huang Rong watched the sky filled with Buddhist light and overwhelming power, her slender eyebrows furrowed, her almond eyes wide open, and she couldn't help but cry out in furious rebuke!

"So many of you gang up on my Brother Ning Chuan alone! Is this how the Fomen treat each other—so hypocritical and vile?!"

"You claim to be the Mingmenzheng Sect, the ancestral temple of Chan Buddhism! I say you're a hundred times more despicable and base than those demonic sect devils!"

Her pretty face flushed red with rage, her small fists clenched tightly as she stood up for Ning Chuan.

"Gigglegigglegiggle… Huang Rong, your words strike right at my heart."

Among the crowd, the Yinkui Sect's demoness Wan Wan let out a tinkling, melodic laugh, her voice brimming with unmasked mockery and scorn.

"Long have I heard the Fomen love to preach about saving all sentient beings while secretly doing things like overwhelming the few with the many—today I see it with my own eyes, and it's exactly as rumored!"

"Tsk tsk tsk—so many old monks burning themselves to light others' way, just to take down one man, the Lord of the Dragon Serpent Island! What mighty prestige, what terrifying wrath!"

The martial world guests around them, hearing Huang Rong and Wan Wan's words, began murmuring among themselves, secretly looking down on Songshan Shaolin's actions.

Though they also feared Ning Chuan's terrifying power, they felt that Songshan Shaolin's decision to deploy the entire temple's strength—thousands against one—was truly… unsporting, tarnishing its thousand-year reputation as a holy site.

But even more than that, they were deeply shaken and terrified by the terrifying power displayed by the Thousand Buddha Array!

They had no doubt that if they themselves were inside that array, they wouldn't last even a breath—before being utterly purified into nothingness by the boundless Buddhist light!

Under the immense bolstering power of the Thousand Buddha Array's collective faith.

The old sweeping monk and Ning Daoqi, who had previously been weak and suffering heavy injuries,

found their once-dimmed Buddhist light and Dao aura restoring at a visibly rapid pace!

The pallor of their faces slowly regained a hint of color!

The golden Buddha manifestation behind them, and the endlessly spinning Taiji grinding disc, reformed once more!

Their power even surpassed their peak state before!

As if, in an instant, they had returned to their zenith—and even… surpassed it!

The two top-tier Land Immortals exchanged a glance, each seeing in the other's eyes a resolve—and a hint of sacrifice.

They knew that even with the Thousand Buddha Array's boost, they were still no match for the terrifying dragon before them.

This power was temporary, a fleeting bloom bought at the cost of burning the lives and cultivation bases of thousands of monks.

Their only chance for victory was to… unleash this power, along with their own lives, souls, and the Jin Dan and stupa relics they had cultivated for centuries!

In an instant, detonate them completely!

And perish together with this demon dragon that plagued the mortal realm!

To rid the Fomen—and all living beings—of this dire threat!

In the corner where Cihang Jingzhai stood.

Shi Shi Feixuan and Bi Bi Xiuxin watched as Ning Daoqi and the old sweeping monk regained their peak power, even surpassing their former glory.

Their hearts held a flicker of joy, yet also an indescribable sorrow and reluctance.

They knew these two venerable elders of high virtue and great prestige intended to sacrifice themselves to buy a sliver of hope.

"Auntie… Brother Ning… is he going to…?" Shi Shi Feixuan's voice trembled; she couldn't bear to watch any longer.

Bi Bi Xiuxin let out a soft sigh, her eyes filled with complex emotion; she said nothing, only silently chanted the Buddha's name.

Meanwhile, Xu Feng, the Prince of Beiliang, watched the impending earth-shattering battle before him.

In his eyes flickered an indescribable expectation and excitement.

Let these two sides destroy each other—let them perish together!

Then perhaps he'd have the chance to reap the benefits, seizing the dragon's dragon core and the Fomen high monks' stupa relics for himself!

This would surely greatly benefit his future martial path!

Huang Rong and Wang Yuyan were so tense their hearts felt like they'd burst.

Though they trusted Ning Chuan's strength, they knew the final strike of two Land Immortals, fueled by the sacrifice of their lives, would be cataclysmic and beyond measure!

They feared Ning Chuan might be harmed by it.

Even Wan Wan, who usually reveled in chaos, now had a pretty face turned solemn, and inexplicably felt a thread of tension for the black dragon.

Yet facing the two Land Immortals whose aura had surged, preparing to fight to the death,

and the Thousand Buddha Array, whose Buddhist light filled the heavens with overwhelming power,

Ning Chuan's pale golden dragon pupils remained calm and indifferent.

As if everything before him were nothing but clay chickens and paper dogs, utterly worthless.

He didn't even deign to look twice.

"Amitabha! Demon beast! Die!"

The old sweeping monk and Ning Daoqi roared together, their voices filled with resolve and tragedy!

They poured all their strength, along with the immense Buddhist faith gathered from the thousands of monks in the Thousand Buddha Array, into their ultimate strike!

In an instant, Buddhist light and Dao aura intertwined in midair!

The golden Buddha manifestation and the spinning Taiji grinding disc merged slowly into one!

Transforming into a single, heaven-piercing, terrifying beam of supreme judgment and purification—Buddha and Dao united!

It came crashing down upon Ning Chuan!

Where the beam passed, space itself seemed torn open, emitting piercing, ear-splitting cracks!

The sea water instantly evaporated, revealing the black seabed!

Its power was several times greater than any previous attack!

As if it meant to return this entire world to primordial chaos!

The martial world guests watching from shore were already terrified beyond reason, their souls nearly fled, their guts turned to water!

They had no doubt that the power of this strike was enough to instantly level an entire city to the ground!

This time, that terrifying flood dragon should... be defeated, right?!

Should... be dead, right?!

However, Ning Chuan, looking at the terrifying pillar of light descending from the sky, remained utterly calm and indifferent.

He even had the leisure to carefully examine the Buddha's sarira within the sweeping old monk's body, which had begun to show fine cracks from excessive burning, yet whose radiance grew even more brilliant.

He frowned slightly and said lightly, his tone carrying a hint of dissatisfaction:

"Do not damage this seat's sarira."

Before his words had even faded!

He finally moved!

He held back nothing anymore and acted decisively!

"Flood Dragon Three Illusory Bodies!"

Only then did Ning Chuan let out a low shout!

His massive flood dragon body instantly split into three!

Transforming into three identical black flood dragons, all radiating the same terrifying pressure!

Each flood dragon stretched a hundred zhang long, blocking out the sun and obscuring the sky!

Immediately!

The three black flood dragons simultaneously opened their blood-filled maws!

Unleashing three utterly distinct yet equally terrifying divine arts, all brimming with destructive power!

The flood dragon in the center spat forth the 【Black Water Dragon Breath】, filled with extreme yin coldness and corrosive power!

That ink-black dragon breath was like the waters of the Nine Nether Ghost River; wherever it passed, all things withered, and life was severed! It seemed capable of freezing souls and corroding everything!

The flood dragon on the left spat forth the 【Black Water Long Yan】, filled with extreme scorching heat and destructive power!

That pitch-black flame seemed capable of incinerating the firmament and boiling the great seas dry; its temperature was so high that even space warped from it! It carried the terrifying will to burn all things to ashes!

The flood dragon on the right spat forth the 【Heavenly Thunder Lei Ting】, filled with supreme judgment and the will of destruction!

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That incredibly thick black thunder was like the wrath of a heavenly god, carrying the terrifying power to tear apart and annihilate everything!

Water! Fire! Thunder!

Three utterly distinct yet equally extreme primal forces!

At this moment, they transformed into three energy torrents capable of destroying heaven and earth!

From three different directions, in an unrivaled and domineering posture, they fiercely blasted toward that terrifying pillar of light descending from the sky, which had fused the supreme divine arts of the Buddhist and Daoist schools!

Boom—!!!!!!