Chapter 676: Dragon and Tiger Luo Han, Where Are Your Dragon and Tiger?

Rustle—

The heart-flames filling the sky slowly vanished, leaving only the bone-chilling mountain wind howling.

Jiang Mei, accompanied by the Zhao brothers, stood around with grim faces.

Ever since the incident where the Seven Treasures Bodhisattva expounded the Dharma, relations between the Three Teachings and the Divine Dynasty had subtly begun to deteriorate.

They had not yet completely torn off the mask of civility only because the Immortal Court had not yet given a response.

But these monks' conduct had become increasingly arrogant.

Even though they had revealed their identities as officials of the Divine Dynasty, this monk still wanted to demand a person from the court officials.

It would be one thing outside, but this is the jurisdiction of Xishan Prefecture!

"Hah."

The thing Jiang Mei feared most had happened; due to their hasty arrival, General Wushan still had not arrived.

She struggled to think of how to resolve the current situation, when suddenly the indifferent voice of General Nanyang rang in her ears.

Last chance?

Jiang Mei looked up in shock, and the two Zhao brothers beside her also had their faces suddenly change.

All of them were seeing this newly appointed Title-General for the first time, and only from the act of setting the fire just now did they roughly understand some of the other party's character.

They never expected that, when facing a powerhouse of the Puti Sect, General Nanyang could still be so unyielding!

"This..."

The Zhao brothers quietly looked toward Jiang Mei; if they could just delay for a while longer until General Wushan arrived, with this general's rich experience, the matter could be easily resolved.

Why did General Nanyang actively escalate the conflict?

After all, he is still somewhat young and impetuous...

Jiang Mei could roughly understand Shen Xianyou's thoughts; the other party was, after all, handling affairs for the first time as a Title-General, and any normal person would want to do it smoothly to leave a good impression on those above.

However, actually fighting with people from the Puti Sect is no small matter.

If they lose, it shames the Divine Dynasty and carries the risk of severe injury; if they win, how to handle this monk is also a difficult problem.

As for not truly intending to fight, but merely using such a sentence to scare the Puti Sect disciples, that is also unrealistic.

To put it bluntly, even with the title of "court official," they cannot even state a specific post.

Thinking of this, Jiang Mei quietly stepped forward, moving closer to the group.

However, before she could discuss with Shen Xianyou, Monk Zhikong spoke first: "Elder Uncle, the imperial court exterminating demons is a matter of natural justice; you previously said we are people of the outside world, yet now intervening in this matter is untenable in both reason and emotion. You should quickly return to the sect!"

Even if Monk Zhikong had little experience in the Jianghu, he could see at this moment that Shen Xianyou had not acted immediately solely because of him.

Since that was the case, knowing Elder Uncle Hui Zhen's strength, he could not possibly stand by and watch the two clash.

Speaking such heavy words as a junior was already somewhat overstepping, but Zhikong still firmly gripped his elder uncle's wrist.

"..."

Monk Hui Zhen felt the negligible force coming from his wrist, slowly withdrew his smile, ignored this foolish monk, and stared straight at Shen Xianyou before him.

"Does my lord mean to give this monk a chance?"

He slowly lifted the end of the iron rod in his hand that Shen Xianyou was gripping.

"If this monk says he does not need this chance?"

Monk Hui Zhen's expression was calm, his voice carrying a hint of carefree composure.

"Thief monk! Insolent!"

Jiang Mei had already smelled the gunpowder; without further hesitation, she flicked her hand, and a bright yellow cloth dropped down. Looking at the characters and seal above, it was indeed the imperial court's document for subduing demons.

"Do you dare to defy the Divine Dynasty?"

"Tsk."

Monk Hui Zhen shook his head and said lightly, "What a huge hat; this monk dares not accept it. However—"

He drew out his voice, golden light surging in his eyes: "A thief monk might not be able to take this beast away, but what about an Luo Han? Does he have the face to capture this demon and return it to the sect?"

"Court official?"

Monk Hui Zhen asked the young man before him with deep meaning.

If the Puti Sect could not protect the lives of these disciples right to their faces, how could the sect's grand plan be carried out?

Between the Divine Dynasty and the Puti Sect, one must bow their head now.

So-called circumstances overpowering people; regardless of which big tree behind them is thicker, in reality, it depends on whose methods are harder.

Today, this dragon demon, he would protect.

"..."

Feeling the golden radiance completely different from that of the dragon demon, almost everyone present changed their faces.

Even Zhikong did not expect that his elder uncle would truly back a beast causing havoc in the world, even to the point of fighting within the Divine Dynasty's jurisdiction!

The faces of the three demon-slayers had become extremely grim.

The imperial court's judgment was indeed correct; since the Bodhisattva expounded the Dharma, these monks had become increasingly arrogant.

Where was this fighting for the life of a single demon? It was clearly fighting for the status hierarchy between the Three Teachings and the imperial court.

Ruined! It has blown up!

If this matter today is spread out, others will surely follow suit; it will be difficult for the imperial court to suppress this group again.

Just then.

Shen Xianyou glanced at Zhikong and finally slowly stood up; he also looked straight at Monk Hui Zhen and shook his head seriously: "You have no face here with me."

"Hm?"

Hui Zhen clearly did not expect this young man to dare speak to him like that.

He was stunned for a moment, then smiled again.

Only compared to the gentleness before, this smile was filled with violence: "Remember this, my Dharma name is Hui Zhen, and I am the Dragon-Tiger Luo Han of the Puti Sect."

In an instant, beneath his plain long robe, his entire body turned into a brilliant gold.

Golden light reflected off the mountains and rivers, turning the pitch-black long night into the appearance of dusk.

Amidst this vast transformation.

His rough palms suddenly clenched the long staff, intending to pull the staff out.

The surroundings suddenly fell silent.

The remaining three, who had just been shocked by the divine might of an Luo Han.

Especially since this Luo Han had claimed the Dragon-Tiger Fruit Position, ranked thirty-first!

In the next moment, they were all stunned in place.

Because that iron staff did not move an inch, lying quietly in Shen Yi's palm.

As the black robe swayed, even more piercing Jin Guang rippled out; apart from the youth's own transformation, that golden light fluid flowed, forming a towering Dragon-Tiger phantom behind him, like a ferocious beast born in ancient times, bound by iron chains to that slender body.

Roar!

Dragon cries and tiger roars exploded like thunder, making the sky tremble.

"Where are your Dragon and Tiger?"

Shen Yi looked calmly forward; the long staff in his hand suddenly trembled wildly, and shaking along with it were the palms of Monk Hui Zhen, with veins bulging.

"Hah!"

Hui Zhen's face tightened, teeth gritted hard; even that dense Jin Guang could not hide the shock in his eyes!

He completely did not understand what this young man meant, seeing only a familiar yet strange eeriness from the changes on the other's body.

Of course, whether he could understand or not did not affect the iron staff gradually slipping from Hui Zhen's control.

As an Luo Han of the Puti Sect, this was the first time he had experienced being suppressed in strength; those palms capable of leveling mountains and filling seas could now not hold onto the object in hand.

Until his palm went empty, Hui Zhen instinctively let out a low roar.

"Roar!"

He swung his fist at the other in some anger, yet that iron staff which had accompanied him for many years had already swept through the long sky, like a whip made of Lei Ting, striking his shoulder fiercely.

Crack!

Fine cracks appeared on the Luo Han's Golden Body; under that immense power, Hui Zhen's entire body fell forward.

At the moment he bent down, the staff swiftly thrust up from below, smashing straight into his chin.

"Pah!"

The ferocity of the Golden Body is compared to ordinary Qi Refiners.

But if both sides are Arhats, the contest is whose strength is deeper.

Having had his skill broken by merely two staff strikes, the superiority was already obvious.

"..."

Monk Zhikong's eyes widened, watching his senior uncle fly backward, falling behind him.

He only felt his face go numb, his mind violently disturbed.

He could probably guess that the Fruit Position power Shen Xianyou was currently unleashing likely came from the Dragon-Tiger Great Sutra from last time, only not knowing why it had produced a mysterious change.

But this was far too fast.

The other party, in such a short time, not only successfully claimed the Fruit Position, but could even suppress senior uncle Hui Zhen!

Just as Monk Zhikong was lost in thought.

Shen Yi reached out his palm again, five fingers landing on the other's shoulder side, sending him straight over a hundred zhang away, and behind Zhikong, a pair of golden palms had already emerged carrying a Buddha seal.

Dragon-Tiger Mountain-Crushing Seal!

Hui Zhen's blood-stained face was full of ferocity; though Jin Guang protected his body, he looked nothing like an Luo Han.

He had just intended to use Zhikong's body as cover to pierce straight through this junior nephew's back, attempting to ambush Shen Yi.

Seeing that Shen Yi had clearly reacted but chose to send Zhikong away first, he could not help but let out a sneer: "How compassionate!"

Dragon and tiger sounds oscillated within the two Buddha seals.

The power in his Fruit Position topped out at three hundred calamities; under the suppression of Imperial Qi, being able to exert three or four tenths of his strength was already good, but at the instant this technique was unleashed, in momentum he actually surpassed the youth before him for the first time.

"Truly a beast!"

Even the Zhao brothers, cultivators of the seventh rank, saw Hui Zhen's intent and immediately could not help but curse aloud.

Shen Yi at this moment was clearly too late to dodge.

Those two Buddha seals smashed hard into his shoulders.

Hui Zhen had just felt the solid impact in his palms, the joy on his face not yet having time to surge, when he watched the youth disappear before his eyes.

The Buddha seals fell, exploding the spine of the entire mountain range amidst the roar; amidst the sky collapsing and earth sinking, that black-robed figure stood with hands hanging, already appearing behind Hui Zhen.

Shen Yi stomped his long boots down hard; the Jin Guang beneath his feet surged like the Dahe, the Dragon-Tiger phantom stood upon the broken mountain, head beneath the blue sky, letting out a deafening roar!

Jinhe crashed wildly into Hui Zhen's lower back; amidst the bone-cracking sound that made teeth ache, his body was snapped in half like brittle bamboo.

The plain robe tore; hair sprouted from that round, bright bald head, quickly transforming into a ferocious ox head, two giant horns poking out.

This Dragon-Tiger Luo Han of the Puti Sect was actually of demonic beast origin!

"..."

Shen Yi's eyes narrowed slightly; his right leg like a whip, in a single breath he shattered the two giant horns with crushing force.

He advanced amidst the blood flowers, amidst the ox demon's low moans, slowly clenching his five fingers.

His knuckles, carrying the momentum of splitting mountains, smashed fiercely at the other's back of the head, pouring out a terrifying cultivation of over one hundred and sixty calamities.

"Stop!"

Hui Zhen, already somewhat dazed by the intense pain.

There were too many oddities about today's events. For instance, how could a court official possess an Luo Han fruit position? And the method the other party had used when dodging his Buddhist seal earlier looked more and more like the Grand Void Dao Fruit of the Sanxian Sect.

Unfortunately, there was simply no time to think about it now.

Feeling the terrifying aura rushing from behind, he turned his head in panic, only to see the most chilling sight of his life!

Boom—

In the night sky suffused with Jin Guang, the head of an Luo Han simply exploded apart!

When blood splattered and stained the mud beneath the young man's feet, Master Hui Zhen's furry, broken body crashed to the ground with a thunderous roar.

The people nearby watched in silence, then suddenly shivered, only now coming back to their senses.

Master Zhikong stared blankly at his martial uncle's corpse, his feelings beyond words.

Even though their beliefs differed, the man was still his elder, and had even brought him out to temper himself under the Bodhisattva's decree, but…

But Martial Uncle Hui Zhen had actually wanted to kill him!

On the contrary, it was Shen Xianyou, whom he had only met a few times, who had risked taking a Buddhist seal head-on and chosen to step in and save him.

This left Master Zhikong, who had grown up in the sect since childhood, unable to accept it for a moment.

Of course, compared to this, what shocked him even more was… Shen Xianyou had actually killed Martial Uncle Hui Zhen so casually.

Whether it was his strength or his utter disregard for the Puti Sect, neither was something the loose cultivator he had once taken him for could have managed.

As for Jiang Mei and the other two, they were completely speechless.

From the moment Master Hui Zhen made his move to his fall, the whole thing had taken less than the time of one incense stick.

This lord's ability to become a titled general had absolutely nothing to do with age or talent—it was purely hard, solid strength!

Earlier, he had thought the man just wanted to gain some advantage with his words.

But looking at it now, in front of him, a Dragon-Tiger Luo Han truly wasn't worthy of any face.

"But… he just killed him like that?"

Beyond her shock, Jiang Mei stared fixedly at Shen Yi ahead.

It wasn't that she felt pity for Master Hui Zhen.

It was just that even after so many years of service in Zhan Yao Si, this was the first time she had personally witnessed the fall of an Luo Han.

Let alone one that fell so casually.

Puchi.

Shen Yi casually flung out his long staff, piercing the head of the old flood dragon in the distance, and along the way tucked two demon corpses into his thumb ring.

Even he hadn't expected such an unexpected windfall.

There was no time to tally the demons' lifespan.

Shen Yi glanced sideways at his shoulders; the two arms hidden beneath his ink-colored robe were still trembling slightly even now.

The Grand Void Dao Fruit—especially one that hadn't been fully plucked yet—was not an invincible existence.

Just now, merely being grazed by that Buddhist seal had nearly broken his Golden Body.

This was a technique worthy of a great scripture of a fruit position.

To be honest, today's victory—rather than relying on the Dragon-Tiger fruit position and half a Grand Void Dao Fruit—the greater reliance was actually the plaque on his body, and the imperial qi filling the sky.

Fortunately, this technique was now his.

(End of this chapter)