Chapter 727: Dare to Offend Me, God Ancestor Shen Xu, and I Will Make You Taste the Buddha

"Heh."

Qi Feng's emotions, shifting from the initial shock of seeing a colleague suddenly collapse, to the fury when the Five Directions Bodhisattvas appeared, and now to being enveloped by that Dharma image, had become somewhat inclined to laughter.

From the beginning of heaven and earth until now, no one had ever harbored such an absurd thought as to attempt to kill a True God.

Everyone knows they are not living beings, nor does the concept of death exist for them.

Rebirth from a drop of blood is no empty boast.

"I see you have truly stayed too long inside Nan Xumi, to the point where you have lost your minds."

Qi Feng spoke no more, looking directly at his colleagues around him: "You all withdraw first, and report everything you have witnessed here to the Immortal Court without the slightest concealment."

"Let the Immortal Court see who is the truly audacious demon and evil in Da Nanzhou!"

True Gods indeed fear neither life nor death, but awakening requires time; what matters most now is to spread this news.

At the command, the many True Gods clasped their fists to accept the order, helped the fallen Haochuan God Lord to his feet, and immediately sought to scatter and withdraw.

However, the Five Directions Bodhisattvas hanging in the sky slowly had smiles well up on their faces, with no intention whatsoever of intervening.

Even the two thousand-legged black dragons on the ground looked terrified.

Back then, after committing a great error and offending divine might, they were merely forced back into the Eight Extremes Valley; now, if the True Gods view them as accomplices of the Puti Sect, once this news spreads, where in the world will there be any place for my brothers to hide?

"This monk would like to see how you all intend to leave the Eight Extremes Valley."

The Five Directions Bodhisattva smiled gently and waved a hand casually; even through the white mist, everyone vaguely saw the golden light suddenly rising in the sky.

That was... the great formation the Immortal Court used to suppress these demons and evildoers!

At this moment, this formation had clearly broken free from Qi Feng's control and was being manipulated by the monk in the sky.

"What is the meaning of this surprised expression, God Lord?"

The Five Directions Bodhisattva looked down with calm composure and said: "True Gods receive the blessings of heaven and earth, needing no cultivation, and naturally do not understand the hundred arts; these minor arts were originally created by the disciples of my Puti Sect and the Sanxian Sect, and now being used by my sect, is there any problem?"

The two sects have been doing menial work for the True Gods throughout these long years.

Whether it be elixirs and formations, or the magical treasures used in hand, all were crafted by the disciples of the three sects who hold positions in the heavens.

To want to be a hands-off master also requires paying a price.

This is the true gap between a third-rank cultivator and those second-generation young disciples; the latter's so-called tribulation is merely a trivial skirmish.

But these Immortal Venerables and Bodhisattvas, once they decide to act, can unleash energy enough to shake heaven and earth!

"Good, very good!"

Qi Feng's hand clenched tightly, his face ugly; as he shouted loudly, there was already a hint of anger born of shame: "This Lord would like to see if, relying on you three-headed fool and this broken formation, you can trap this Lord!"

Although he looked as if he were forcing himself to hold on, what he said actually held some truth.

After all, True Gods are inherently powerful; in one-on-one combat, crushing opponents of the same realm is the norm.

He holds the rank of deputy third-rank, equivalent to a cultivator who has passed the three-three number; among the three opponents, the strongest, the Five Directions Bodhisattva, had not yet completed the Six-Six Transformation to ascend to the upper position, so he still counts as the same realm.

Fighting three against one is naturally impossible, but those two demon dragons may not have the courage to strike at a True God.

"Well said."

The Five Directions Bodhisattva surprisingly did not refute, but simply clapped his hands lightly: "Therefore, to detain the God Lord, I am not the only one who came."

In the next moment, the corners of his lips lifted slightly: "Respectfully invite my sect's Dragon-Subduing and Tiger-Taming Bodhisattva to manifest!"

At these words, everyone's faces changed color.

Even Qi Feng God Lord's whole body tensed, his pupils shrinking sharply.

It was not fear of death, after all, they truly cannot die.

It is just that if there is truly another Bodhisattva present, there is恐怕 little hope of spreading the news today.

Those present did not notice that upon hearing this title, the Ganqing Immortal General froze in place, then, unexpectedly overjoyed, turned with eyes full of expectation toward that white mist.

Tap, tap.

Under the tight gaze of over a hundred pairs of eyes, a steady sound of footsteps rose; though somewhat faint, to the ears of the crowd it sounded like thunder exploding.

In an instant, a slender outline vaguely appeared; as wisps of white mist drew away from the newcomer, a slightly swaying black robe finally came into everyone's view.

Jet-black hair made the skin appear even fairer, making that face look quite young; the slightly pursed thin lips carried a trace of coldness, making one know at a glance that this was no good person.

If not for the six-armed shadow formed of golden light behind that slender body, it would be very hard to believe this was actually a Bodhisattva.

The Dragon-Subduing and Tiger-Taming Bodhisattva!

The handsome youth slowly stopped walking, stood firm on the spot, and cast a calm gaze upon the crowd; that sense of tranquility made it seem as if he alone could block a thousand armies and ten thousand horses.

This person's Dharma image had not yet fully manifested, yet he gave the True Gods present a pressure far exceeding that of the Five Directions Bodhisattva!

"Pay respects to the Venerable One!"

The two thousand-legged black dragons, understanding the situation, already bowed their bodies.

The True Gods' faces were as solemn as could be.

Qi Feng God Lord was stunned for an instant, his eyelids twitching violently; after all his calculations, he never expected the one to emerge would be an acquaintance.

But the last time they met, the other party was clearly the Taixu Danhuang of the Sanxian Sect; no matter how admirable his performance, he was merely a second-generation junior; how could he now have transformed into a Venerable One of the Puti Sect?!

Recalling the words he had spoken to Ganqing a few days ago.

Qi Feng God Lord ground his teeth in anger; he had long known this youth was no good person, no less than that Tianwu Two Qingluan.

The Battle of Hongze was truly a case of a dog biting a dog!

"See what I said? This is your old friend!"

Thinking of this, he could not help but glare at Ganqing.

Lady Qinghua's mind was already fixed on that black-robed figure, completely unable to hear her superior's complaints.

"Enough, enough!"

"You all listen to orders: first escort Ganqing to withdraw."

Qi Feng God Lord waved his hand in frustration, as if unable to accept the incompetence; everyone present were True Gods, only this youth was an Immortal General, and he was the one who would truly perish here.

He could only hope that the so-called Subduing Dragon and Taming Tiger Bodhisattva, for old friends' sake, would spare this lad's life.

Watching the righteous gods scatter in all directions, the black-robed youth made not the slightest move.

Wufang Bodhisattva arched a brow, but said nothing more.

"Venerable, rest assured—I will absolutely not let a single one escape alive."

Wuhuai finally found his chance. Taking advantage of the gap as the righteous gods withdrew, he instantly shot up from Gaoshan, swept past the crowd, and landed beside Shen Yi.

The situation was now clear, but staying here to fight the Divine Lord to the death still carried risk. Better to use this as a pretext to withdraw and escape with his life.

It transformed into human form—a burly man clad in black armor. The instant he landed, he bowed respectfully toward Shen Yi.

"Damn it!"

Wuhuan reacted a beat slower; by the time he came to his senses, he could only curse inwardly.

Unfortunately, killing these righteous gods only required a single third-rank powerhouse—now the chance was clearly gone, and he could only watch on in envy.

After finishing his bow, Wuhuai's face revealed a savage killing intent, and he strode boldly into the fog.

After all these years hiding in Baji Valley, how could there be no resentment in his heart?

Today he would borrow the might of the Puti Sect and give vent to his fury!

"……"

Watching Wuhuai chase after the retreating righteous gods, although General Qi Feng worried about Ganqing's life, he was truly powerless.

One must remember—he was at this very moment being watched by three cultivators of the same realm. Any slip, and today there would be no further chance.

Just then, General Qi Feng's gaze suddenly sharpened, and a look of bewilderment crossed his face.

He saw Shen Yi standing with his hands at his sides, not turning back, but one of the six arms behind him suddenly shot out and, clean and decisive, clamped onto the back of Wuhuai's neck, hauling him up without ceremony.

"Venerable…"

Wuhuai had never imagined this Bodhisattva would lay hands on him.

After all, the other had shown up in the first place to rescue his two brothers.

So from start to finish he had kept no guard up.

Even when seized, he assumed something had gone wrong with his words earlier, and timidly looked back.

Shen Yi stood with his back to this Thousand-Legged Black Dragon, his expression calm. Yet his clear, unhurried voice sent an inexplicable chill through one's heart: "Who said you could leave?"

"Venerable!"

Wuhuai felt the golden fingers slowly sinking into his neck, and finally sensed something was wrong. His face changed drastically, and his voice rose.

This didn't look like someone about to give instructions.

As a third-rank Demon Venerable, even forced into such a corner and conceding the Bodhisattva's superiority, he would never leave his life entirely in the other's hands.

He immediately began to thrash and resist.

But when masters clashed, once a flaw was exposed, how could one not pay a price?

"Ang!"

Wuhuai struggled and reverted to his true form of the Thousand-Legged Black Dragon. His massive body lashed through the air like a whip, but the hand gripping him swelled against the wind in equal measure.

As the Jinhe surged, thunderous roars erupted.

A muffled crack rang out—Wuhuai's neck bent inch by inch until it shattered completely.

The enormous arm-phantom swung violently, and the Thousand-Legged Black Dragon's massive form slammed back into the mountains before everyone's eyes.

Dust billowed everywhere!

A great head hung limply, its mouth full of pitch-black demon blood, its eyes staring in terror at the figure beneath the white fog—clearly it had suffered heavily.

"What happened?!" Wuhuan was no fool. By now he had long seen that his younger brother had clearly prepared far more than he had, and had obviously received word in advance.

But arguing could wait until they were alive—right now the priority was breaking out together.

He hurriedly propped the other up with his massive body.

"Took a big hit…"

Wuhuai hauled himself up with a muffled grunt. Once his terror subsided, he cast an uneasy glance skyward: "Wufang Venerable, what is the meaning of this?"

Even now, in his utter bewilderment, he did not dare use an accusatory tone.

After all, if he offended the Puti Sect today, there truly would be no surviving.

What the two brothers hadn't expected was that although Wufang Bodhisattva appeared outwardly composed, those slightly narrowed eyes had taken on a chilling glint.

The Puti Sect certainly could not fully trust this Subduing Dragon and Taming Tiger Bodhisattva who had appeared out of nowhere.

Precisely for this reason, his earlier seemingly respectful words—welcoming the other's arrival—had in fact been a deliberate reveal of this one's title, letting the righteous gods hear on purpose, thereby cutting off his retreat.

If even a single righteous god escaped today, this Subduing Dragon and Taming Tiger Bodhisattva would absolutely not fare well.

"What exactly did you come here to do?"

Wufang Bodhisattva reined in his emotions, and as he spoke, the boundless Buddhist light suddenly rippled outward.

This question was really what everyone else wanted to ask.

General Qi Feng stared blankly at the black-robed youth, somewhat at a loss.

"……"

Shen Yi cast a casual glance at the six arms beside him, then returned his gaze to Wufang Bodhisattva, arching a brow slightly: "Isn't it obvious enough?"

"This monk is dim. You could be more explicit." Wufang Bodhisattva's face gradually grew grim.

"Kill." Shen Yi calmly took a step forward.

"Kill whom?" Wufang Bodhisattva's temple began to pulse rapidly.

Shen Yi sighed softly, slowly raised his palm, and the center of it enveloped the Bodhisattva suspended in the sky—and within that same cover fell the two Thousand-Legged Black Dragons below the mountain.

"You. And you two."

The instant the words fell, the Wufang Bodhisattva—who from start to finish had appeared to leave nothing to chance, holding the whole situation in his grasp—was suddenly overcome with a savage look.

He had laid out this scheme for so long, yet never expected the final problem to stem from a madman.

The Puti Sect had already made its decision; as a Bodhisattva, the other party was a grasshopper on the same rope as them.

Yet now, without any reason, he stood on the opposite side.

Did he truly believe that a whole egg could remain beneath an overturned nest?

"If you wish to live, then do not hold back!"

"Three against two; the advantage is mine!"

Accompanied by a roar, this old Bodhisattva suddenly waved his sleeve.

Five flags rustled to the ground, planted respectively in the five directions of south, east, west, north, and center; these were not Buddhist treasures, but the materialization of his fruit of enlightenment.

"Good, good, good! I saw back then that you, young one, were reasonable, full of chivalrous spirit, far more so than that Two Qingluan's righteousness; indeed, you have not disappointed this Lord!"

This unexpected scene filled Qi Feng with great joy, instantly making him full of vigor.

Although still at a disadvantage in numbers, the other side's Wu Huai had already been injured, so the chance of victory on their side was not small.

"This Lord will engage the two of you; you first slay that wounded old dragon demon."

Having spoken, he immediately stepped off the ground, as if wild winds swept in all directions, causing the entire vast and boundless Bajigu Valley to tremble with a boom.

However, what Qi Feng did not expect was that Shen Yi seemed not to have heard his words, and this youth's speed was even more fierce than his own, the embodiment of order!

The black robe merged into the void.

When he reappeared, a massive golden shadowy arm had ruthlessly clamped down upon Wu Huai.

This old dragon had just been injured, and now, caught off guard and seized, even though his demonic power surging to the sky shook without stint, he could not break free from the restraint.

He was flung into the sky by that arm; his sharp thousand feet were like blades, and his massive form like a long whip, striking fiercely toward the five-direction Bodhisattvas!

"You underestimate this Lord?"

Qi Feng clenched his fist, his expression somewhat strange.

He never expected that the young man who had once fought the Two Qingluan to a standstill would be so domineering, immediately picking off two experts of the same realm.

He could only turn his gaze toward the remaining Wu Huan.

At the very moment this Divine Lord strode forward to charge, a hoarse, wild laughter rang out again in the sky.

"You long worms, dare to offend my Old Ancestor? Die for this Venerable One!"

Along with the words, thick gray mist appeared out of thin air like a wild dragon, swallowing the remaining thousand-footed black dragon in an instant.

Boom!

Qi Feng smashed a mountain range with a single punch, yet beneath him there was not a trace of any living creature.

The corner of his mouth twitched: "..."

That scene just now was clearly the Taixu technique he knew all too well.

And the only one in all of Dananzhou with the power to contend with the thousand-footed black dragon was that Shenxu Laozu alone.

This also confirmed that young man's identity as Taixu Danhuang; it was barely understandable.

But that Shenxu Laozu had just called someone else "Old Ancestor"...

Qi Feng looked again at the black robe in the sky, and the expression on his entire face became extremely strange.

The Old Ancestor of Shenxu Mountain is a Bodhisattva of the Puti Sect?

(End of this chapter)