Chapter 152: Don't Think Gua Sha Is Harmless

Five seconds?

Ten seconds?

Time seemed to have warped under this blow, or perhaps Einstein's theory of relativity took effect, stretching personal subjective time infinitely under a lethal attack? Chen Shicheng didn't know the reason, but he seemed to see golden light as his parents waved at him, and his mind began replaying his life from childhood.

"Smack your mother! What the hell is a panorama!"

Chen Shicheng, already lying on the ground unable to rise, suddenly lifted his head and slammed it into the ground.

"Thud!"

The violent impact made his vision go black, but the parents' illusion and the panorama vanished, and the cruel reality reappeared before his eyes.

The barrier of "drawing the earth as a prison" lasted only an instant before instantly shattering; the Buddha power that should have saved the world turned into demon‑subduing force, continuously inflicting damage on him.

His bones were broken into 412 pieces, his skin burned and rotted into a bloody mess, his own True Essence and the invading Buddha power tangled together; once his emotions peaked, he directly activated Frenzy mode, abandoning his home just to vent.

Moreover, Chen Shicheng's body was like a leaking waterskin, occasionally spurting a blood arrow that burst out and was instantly evaporated.

Fortunately, the Golden Light Mantra, as one of the Daoist Eight Divine Mantras, indeed had explosive defensive power; even after such massive damage, Chen Shicheng could still hold onto his last breath, and his meridians maintained basic function even while being damaged.

"Want to kill me? Go dream your spring and autumn!"

Holding on finally brought reward; the surging Frenzy Buddha power gradually weakened, Chen Shicheng endured the knife‑like pain in his meridians, circulated True Essence to cover his body with a layer of ice.

Although each layer appeared only to be worn away, at least it let him catch a breath.

Raising his arm, as thick as a nine‑section whip, Chen Shicheng sighed, not bothering to conserve True Essence, and directly unleashed two Universal Rainfalls.

"Oh~~~~ so comfortable!"

Amid the crackling of bone friction, his injuries visibly improved, his meridians began to heal, his broken arm bones realigned themselves, allowing him to barely prop himself up and slowly stand.

At this moment, the power unleashed by the swastika seal had weakened to a level the Golden Light Mantra could withstand; he also didn't want to show his sorry state to that monk, and he still understood the principle of bluffing.

". I hope you can soon attain Paradise."

And just as he stood up, the monk's hypocritical words came through the gradually dissipating light pillar.

"Paradise is the bald donkey's territory; even if I go, I'll go to the Heavenly Court!"

Chen Shicheng snorted coldly, forcing his aching body to move, step by step out of the pit.

Because the blood spurting from his turbulent True Essence had been evaporated by the surging Buddha power, at this point, aside from his tattered clothes, he appeared to have suffered no injury at all.

"Impossible!" the monk frowned, saying in disbelief.

The Six Syllable True Words Mantra is the Buddhist secret method for subduing demons; its difficulty even exceeds the Great Cloud Temple's secret technique "Tathagata Divine Palm." He had just used an Eastern Sea Secret Method to temporarily boost his strength, which allowed him to barely use it.

"How could a cultivator not yet at Golden Core Stage possibly be unscathed!"

"Ah, you're bluffing." The monk reacted instantly, sneering, "Keep holding on—I want to see how long you can last!"

Saying that, he sank his qi into his dantian, hands feinting, slightly leaning forward, and let out a loud roar at Chen Shicheng; simultaneously, a lion's illusory apparition covered his body, mimicking his movement.

The sound wave turned substantive, scraping off a layer of ground as it instantly reached Chen Shicheng's face. "Hum"

What roar, what fierce headwind—Chen Shicheng felt nothing; he only felt his vision go dark, as if a Water‑Land Dojo had opened in his mind, with gongs and drums blaring, accompaniment of suona horns!

"Damn! You roar so loud, why don't you go wail at a funeral?"

With the Golden Light Mantra present, the fierce wind comparable to a blade did nothing to him, but the huge sound wave made him unsteady, seeing stars.

"Not retaliating is rude!" Chen Shicheng, enduring the dazed nausea, instinctively launched the Slaying Immortal Grand Formation at the monk.

Countless sword qi appeared out of nowhere, then fell like raindrops on the monk's body.

Indeed, like raindrops; even though the Slaying Immortal Sword Intent had reached 5.5%, in this place—the Buddha Kingdom in the Palm—being the home turf, the damage inflicted was negligible.

The monk watched Chen Shicheng persist despite causing no harm, and sneered, "Is this the weakling's last‑ditch counterattack? Besides giving a laugh, what use is it?"

Chen Shicheng didn't answer, just silently continued his seemingly useless attacks; sword qi flew like free‑for‑all, striking the monk's golden Buddha light everywhere, so numerous that even the surrounding spiritual energy was emptied.

The monk lightly shook his robe, intoned a Buddha name, then solemnly walked toward the struggling Chen Shicheng.

Apparently wanting him to feel fear before death, the monk's speed was agonizingly slow; the Demon‑Subduing Great Hand Seal on his hand gathered but did not release, merely slowly accumulating True Essence.

Less than twenty meters away, he took over thirty seconds to cover the distance before finally approaching Chen Shicheng.

"Amitabha Buddha, sea of suffering is boundless, turn back."

"Pfft!"

Just as the monk raised his palm, the acupoint on his right arm suddenly bulged; before he could react, a trace of Slaying Immortal Sword Intent burst out with golden blood, and the phantom of the Great Hand Seal on his palm instantly vanished.

Only then did the monk finally realize that Chen Shicheng's seemingly useless sword qi was not meant to harm him.

"What did you do?"

The monk angrily glared at the nearby Chen Shicheng, began circulating his True Essence, only to discover that at some point his meridians were filled with sharp sword intent, constantly disrupting his True Essence flow and continually damaging his meridian points.

"Finally... done!"

Chen Shicheng lifted his head, felt the restless sword intent stirring inside the monk, raised his right hand clenched into a fist, and showed an unsettling smile on his face.

The monk looked at Chen Shicheng with uncertainty, finally able to confirm that the opponent had let those harmless sword qi from earlier infiltrate his body with sword intent.

Although he didn't know what the other party was planning, right now was certainly not the time to think about it.

Thinking that, the monk had no mood to deal with the Chen Shicheng right in front of him; he hurriedly pushed off with his feet to retreat, intending to circulate True Essence to suppress the sword intent inside him.

However, how could Chen Shicheng give him such an opportunity?

"Pop!"

At the moment the monk retreated, Chen Shicheng made a vocal sound with his mouth, and his right hand opened from a fist.

(End of chapter)