Chapter 151

Heh, I thought the Silent Council was something impressive, but it turns out you can get hurt too.

Chen Shicheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, trying to provoke the opponent.

Amitabha!

The monk had a blank expression, palms pressed together, his body enveloped in Buddhist light; when the light faded, not only were his wounds healed, but his aura grew much stronger, as if he had finally gotten serious.

Damn!

Chen Shicheng's expression changed; his keen Divine Perception noticed that this palm-sized Buddhist realm seemed to have suddenly come alive, resonating with the monk before him, and in the throbbing it compressed the range of his Slaying Immortal Grand Formation by half.

At the same time, the dense black runes, as if alive, crawled up his collar and over his face, giving a feeling of sacred eeriness.

Chen Shicheng, to prevent the monk's aura from reaching its peak, swung a blade aura at him with all his strength, hoping to interrupt this eerie skill.

Yet the monk didn't even glance sideways; in the nick of time he raised his hand and directly crushed the invincible blade aura.

Since you, benefactor, are obstinate and unenlightened, don't blame me, your humble monk, for subduing demons and eliminating evil!

As he spoke, golden light burst from the ground; the monk seemed to bear a tremendous weight, struggling to open his mouth, "Om!"

The first syllable of the Buddhist six-syllable bright mantra was not loud, but in this open space it produced an echo, each wave louder than the last, finally becoming a deafening roar.

And half of Hui Siye's power within Chen Shicheng's body also seemed affected, trembling as if it were about to separate from him.

Ma ni!

The second and third syllables were actually spoken together, causing Chen Shicheng, who was desperately trying to stabilize his internal abnormality, to sink slightly, almost collapsing to the ground.

After barely managing to steady himself, he discovered that gravity seemed to have increased hundreds of times, making even moving his body difficult.

Nevertheless, at this critical moment he still had a doubt—aren't these six characters supposed to be chanted one by one? Fortunately, that was just a fleeting subconscious thought, quickly dismissed; at the same time he tremblingly stretched out his hand toward the monk, activating Earth Prison, the Taiyin Cold Ice Curse at full power, and a blade aura sprang into existence, flying toward the monk's head and face.

This was no time to conserve True Essence; this move wasn't meant to inflict damage, merely to interrupt the monk's six-syllable mantra.

For some reason, he felt that when the final syllable was spoken, a great calamity would befall him.

Unfortunately, according to Murphy's Law, developments always head toward the worst possible outcome.

Facing the attack, the monk didn't move at all; the Earth Prison barrier appeared only for an instant before flickering away, the netherworld yin qi of the Taiyin Cold Ice Curse was nullified by the Buddhist light, and only the blade aura, after having half its power canceled, still stubbornly struck the monk's body.

Sadly, its power seemed pitifully weak, blocked by the thin Buddhist light on his body, not even tearing a corner of his robe.

However, Chen Shicheng discovered something, and his face instantly lit up with joy.

2.6% damage that ignores defense!

Since obtaining the Slaying Immortal Sword Intent skill, Chen Shicheng's opponents have basically become polarized.

Those who cannot block the Slaying Immortal Sword Intent attack die in one strike; even if they have defensive measures, it's just a few more blows, leaving no room for resistance.

Those who can block the Slaying Immortal Sword Intent also essentially don't care about this paltry 2.6% damage; Chen Shicheng likewise relies on quantity to trigger the 2.6% instant-death attack probability to secure victory.

Therefore he never paid much attention to the Slaying Immortal Sword Intent's attached defense‑ignoring attack. Yet that blade aura, which seemed to have caused no damage, easily left a residue of Slaying Immortal Sword Intent inside the monk's body, just as Hui Siye had accumulated bit by bit before being beheaded by the True Essence within.

Although it currently cannot inflict damage, as the quantity increases it will eventually reveal the true power of the sword intent.

Seeing that the monk had no idea that Slaying Immortal Sword Intent already resided within him, Chen Shicheng had already made up his mind: this time, whether he lives or dies depends on whether he can withstand the opponent's attack!

Ba mi!

While he was still pondering how to withstand the attack, the monk's six‑syllable mantra continued.

And as those two syllables were spoken, a huge swastika symbol appeared above Chen Shicheng's head, accompanied by a "humming" sound as it slowly rotated.

Fourth Master!

Chen Shicheng shouted loudly in his heart.

Eh, got it!

Hui Siye directly manifested from the mask, then immediately began burning his soul; his spirit form rapidly expanded to the same size as the swastika symbol, resolutely surging upward against the current.

Chen Shicheng also took the opportunity to pour all his Merit Points into the Slaying Immortal Sword Intent.

【Slaying Immortal Sword Intent (2.6%) → Slaying Immortal Sword Intent (5.5%)】

Like all skills, the higher the level, the more Merit Points it consumes.

The Slaying Immortal Sword Intent, which is linked to the ancient great deity, clearly surpasses all of Chen Shicheng's other skills, showing its extraordinariness even at the entry level.

Over twenty‑six thousand Merit Points only raised the progress by 2.9%, and it seems the further along, the more Merit Points required, making Chen Shicheng feel a bit sore.

Fortunately, his combat system has now been confirmed; all his skills are maxed out, and the Merit Points, even if unused, remain on him, making things look pleasant.

Hum!

At this very moment, the monk's six‑syllable mantra was completed; as the final syllable was chanted, the swastika symbol descended with an unmatchable momentum, booming downward.

Just the gust it kicked up deformed Chen Shicheng's cheeks; the rushing Hui Siye's spirit trembled, lasting less than a second before turning to ash, a faint light returning to the mask awaiting rebirth.

Yet the swastika symbol showed no loss, continuing its unstoppable press downward.

Feeling the power within him dissipating as Hui Siye died, Chen Shicheng ruthlessly channeled it all into strengthening the Golden Light Curse's power, while also not forgetting to cast Earth Prison beneath his feet.

Never mind whether it can be blocked; reducing even a bit of power is still something! Boom!

Just after Chen Shicheng finished making all preparations, the swastika symbol also completed its mission, crashing down amid the monk's cold, gloomy gaze.

Everything before him seemed to pause for an instant, then a tremendous explosion boomed, rolling smoke and dust spreading, obscuring Chen Shicheng's figure.

A massive pillar of light shot skyward, dispersing the heavens' smoke and dust; the wind it kicked up made the monk's robe flap noisily.

He gazed at the place swallowed by the light pillar and the ever‑expanding pit on the ground, then hypocritically intoned a Buddhist chant: "Amitabha, benefactor, go in peace; this humble monk will recite the rebirth mantra day and night, hoping you may soon reach paradise."

(End of chapter)