Chapter 202

The development of the battle is completely unlike what the demonic cultivators had imagined.

Previously, relying on these petty tricks that weren't even proper, the righteous disciples had always suffered losses.

But this time, facing the disciples of Dao Yi Sect, the demonic cultivators found that their tricks seemed completely useless.

In contrast, the Dao Yi Sect disciples were a splendid bunch, leaving the demonic cultivators dumbfounded.

To say the current fight is still relatively stalemated, it is the battle between the elders of Jade Maiden Peak and the powerful demonic cultivators.

Moreover, compared to the disciples, these Jade Maiden Peak elders look more normal, more like the conduct of an orthodox sect.

It's truly outrageous.

As for the formation entrance, the disciples who had already finished their meal, seeing the one-sided situation, each spoke up.

"It seems we don't need to intervene anymore."

"If you insist on acting, no one will stop you."

"Forget it, they're already beaten to a pulp, it's boring."

"As for the Jade Maiden Peak elders..."

Some disciples watched the Jade Maiden Peak elders, whose battle still had no clear victor.

Their fighting style remains the same as before—straightforward and direct; as the Divine Sword Peak disciples would say, they are utterly inflexible.

Facing the demonic cultivators' tactics, they haven't been defeated, but they haven't gained any advantage either.

Unlike the disciples below, who easily subdued them, leaving the demonic cultivators with no recourse.

While everyone was observing the battle, no one expected that the place least likely to have problems would now encounter a major issue.

Only a terrifying boom rang out; dust and smoke rose above the battlefield of Hong Zun and the Happy Buddha, and immediately a figure was flung backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The one who was blown away was not the Happy Buddha, but Hong Zun.

Seeing this, all the disciples were stunned—how could it be? With Hong Zun's strength, subduing a Happy Buddha should be as easy as pinching a soft persimmon; what's happening now?

He flew backward several hundred meters until he violently slammed into the formation light curtain, barely stopping his momentum.

Then the dust ahead slowly settled, revealing the Happy Buddha's form gradually to everyone.

"My goodness, what is this?"

Looking at the Happy Buddha now, the disciples' eyes widened, their mouths agape.

It's no wonder they reacted that way; the Happy Buddha at this moment is... well, truly somewhat perverse.

His body swelled to over ten meters tall, his entire body covered in flesh, even growing dense black hair, making him look... like a hybrid monster born of the apes of Yuan Mountain and humans.

His scarlet eyes emitted a murderous glare, fixed tightly on Hong Zun, as the Happy Buddha roared angrily.

"How about it, do you think I'm still the same as before? I'm quite capable of fighting now."

Back then, Hong Zun chased him for tens of thousands of li and even cut off an arm—these are painful memories the Happy Buddha cannot forget.

And now he has directly repelled Hong Zun, gaining the upper hand; his mood can be imagined.

In response, Hong Zun wiped the blood from his corner of his mouth and spoke calmly.

"You've fused demon blood?"

Demonic cultivators can, through special methods, fuse demon blood, becoming neither human nor demon, greatly enhancing their strength, especially their physical body.

But this method is also extremely dangerous, since humans and demons are fundamentally incompatible; wanting to possess both bloodlines' power is unimaginably difficult.

This is entirely a gamble—win and you become stronger; lose and you perish outright.

I never expected the Happy Buddha to have such daring, and moreover, he succeeded.

Regarding Hong Zun seeing through his demon-blood fusion, the Happy Buddha doesn't care at all; his madness is entirely thanks to him.

When he initially escaped from Hong Zun's grasp, the Happy Buddha swore he would personally slay Hong Zun to avenge his severed arm.

With a sudden burst of force from his feet, the Happy Buddha shot straight toward Hong Zun, his eyes brimming with killing intent.

"Hong Zun, the past events—today is also the time to settle them."

In an instant he appeared before Hong Zun, then threw a punch; the terrifying force even distorted the surrounding space.

Blood light flared; seeing this, Hong Zun had no intention of clashing head-on, moved his feet, employed his body technique, and effortlessly dodged the Happy Buddha's attack.

Not far away, the disciples watched the two's great battle, their eyes full of worry; there was nothing they could do, for the current Happy Buddha is truly terrifying.

"Grand Elder, aren't you going to intervene?"

A disciple spoke up; in response, Qing Shi replied with a relaxed expression.

"You're seriously underestimating our own Peak Master."

They seem not at all worried that Hong Zun might lose, yet clearly he is now at a disadvantage, being firmly suppressed by the Happy Buddha.

One sees the Happy Buddha relentlessly attacking with fierce force, while Hong Zun, facing such assaults, can only keep dodging.

In that case, why aren't Qing Shi and the others lending support?

The disciples were momentarily puzzled, but the Happy Buddha's attack didn't last long.

It was just a few moves, and then he was directly trapped by the formation.

Around them, at some point, six formation disks appeared, each bearing a black iron chain that tightly bound the Happy Buddha.

His hands, feet, and body were almost completely bound by the black chains, unable to move at all.

He struggled desperately, but in the end found it utterly futile.

He stepped forward to the Happy Buddha's front, gave a slight smile, and said.

"You're good at fighting?"

"Being able to fight is useless, Happy Buddha; times have changed—now you need to use your brain in a fight."

Hong Zun not clashing head-on with the Happy Buddha isn't because he fears him, but because he is setting up a formation.

Since there's an easier, less labor-intensive method, why would anyone foolishly rush in to clash head-on?

Do you know why the demon race has been suppressed by humans in Dongzhou all this time? It's precisely for this reason—only those demon brutes who rely solely on frontal force would choose to solve everything by brute strength.

Moreover, the demon race have become clever nowadays; not to mention, even the tiger clan has produced a Wisdom Tiger Demon King renowned for wisdom, hasn't it?

Who would be like the Happy Buddha, sacrificing their brains for power?

His strength has indeed increased somewhat, but it seems he has also given up those previous methods.

A Demonic Cultivator who can't even use confusing drugs or hidden weapons—can they still be called a Demonic Cultivator? Thus, for Hong Zun, the present Happy Buddha is all the more easy to control.

Isn't this exactly the case right now?

Upon hearing Hong Zun's words, the Happy Buddha's countenance turned ferocious, and he roared with anger blazing to the heavens.

"Hong Zun, you vile wretch, you rely on formations and external aid—if you have the guts, release me and fight again...................."

Just as he hadn't finished speaking, a loud shout came from below as well, and Qing Shi exclaimed in shock.

"Holy crap, the Black Lock Formation—this isn't the formation studied by Second Dog, is it? Old drunkard, where did you get this Black Lock Formation?"

As Second Dog, that is, Chen Wan's elder brother, Qing Shi is naturally familiar with the Black Lock Formation; moreover, throughout Dongzhou, only Chen Wan is capable of inscribing the Black Lock Formation.

But how the hell does Hong Zun have this formation in his hands?