Chapter 728: Slaying Three Venerables of the Same Realm with Overwhelming Might

"Hah!"

The pupils of Wufang Bodhisattva reflected the terrifying figure smashing across the sky. The corner of his eye twitched violently, not from fear, but from fury!

What roused his wrath was that the other had only just become a Bodhisattva, his golden lotus not yet firmly planted, yet was already so arrogant and overbearing, showing no regard whatsoever for him as a senior.

Does he truly think this is still outside the North Flowing River?

Accompanying a low sound, Wufang Bodhisattva crooked his index finger. The eastern banner instantly snapped and rolled, thunder and fire erupting in full force!

The canopy of heaven above the entire Eight Extremes Valley, in an instant, seemed to transform into a magnificent tree crown beyond words, every one of those dense branches forged from thunder.

Lei Guang descended like a dragon in the blink of an eye, bearing the weight of world-suppressing might!

Boom—

With but a casual strike, Wufang Bodhisattva proved why he dared to scheme against a true god.

This majestic tribulation force, even before completing Huang Liuliu's transformations, was at least on par with the Five-Three count of Thousand-Arm Bodhisattva. In terms of foundation alone, it could completely outmatch Shen Yi.

Moreover, this Bodhisattva was neither wounded nor the type like Shenxu Laozu who was unaccustomed to direct combat.

That Wufang Banner was clearly born for the purpose of trapping and slaying!

"Roar!"

Wuhuai had already been captured. Facing this overwhelming thunderstorm, he dared not harbor the slightest shred of luck, and immediately adopted a life-risking stance.

His thousand legs all tightly gripped his body, essence blood surging, causing that pitch-black frame to be suffused with a deep layer of crimson light.

Even at the level of a Great Luo Immortal, the innate divine abilities of demon-kind were no longer that important, but they were still far beyond what ordinary dharma treasures could compare to. In terms of defense, no matter what, they had to be a notch stronger than a Qi Refiner's.

In the instant it had just shielded its body, crackling sounds erupted, and countless bolts of thunder poured down upon it like a thick slurry.

Within a single breath, the condensed crimson glow was blasted apart, the hard scales shattering like dead leaves with a crack, and before the demon blood could even gush forth, it was baptized by Lei Guang into a charred-black state.

"Aaargh—"

Wuhuai let out a wail. How could a great sect's Bodhisattva be compared to a mortal demon cultivator? Even at its peak, it would have struggled to take this technique head-on, let alone having suffered grave injury the moment they crossed paths.

It watched as its demon body was about to be mostly destroyed.

Finally, a flash of Jin Guang burst forth, spreading at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

The six arms behind Shen Yi suddenly swelled violently. The towering, heaven-topping great dharma image unfurled itself with that domineering posture, two of its arms reaching straight up to the vault of heaven, and the sky-filling lightning, like a nest of serpents, was violently seized within its palms!

The thunder slurry that could easily tear open Wuhuai's body was utterly unable to inflict substantial harm upon the seemingly void golden shadow.

To protect the Dao, first protect oneself.

Among the many orders of Heaven's Dao, the power of protecting the Dao was inherently one of the most tenacious and solid.

How could a single banner possibly break through this dharma image reborn from the Spiritual Might Dao-Protecting True Scripture?

The next moment, Shen Yi used Wuhuai as a whip and finally lashed viciously before Wufang Bodhisattva's body.

"Thousand-Arm Bodhisattva certainly held nothing back, even leaving his trump card ability for you, this wretched beast."

The old monk's robes billowed wildly. Though his words were contemptuous, he did not meet the lash head-on with his dharma image.

Clearly, he was still rather wary of the Spiritual Might Dao-Protecting Dharma Image.

As Wufang Bodhisattva crooked his index finger again, the western banner instantly began to dance wildly.

A chilling mountain wind rose abruptly, its wailing sound like the low moan of some colossal creature awakening.

Wind is inherently formless, yet before him it condensed into a wall ten thousand zhang high.

Wuhuai's frenzied, demon-like body, which had been smashing down, abruptly froze in mid-air, as if sinking into a mire. Then the wind grew fiercer, and simultaneously there rose the pained shrieks of this thousand-legged black dragon!

Its charred-black body, as if subjected to a thousand cuts, had flesh and blood flying everywhere, and soon the ghastly-white skeleton was exposed.

"Two Venerables! Please, stop!"

The thousand-legged black dragon's pleas for mercy failed to move either of the combatants in the slightest.

Before a true great sect Bodhisattva, this demon sovereign of the same realm had actually been reduced to a mere implement for magical combat.

"It's this poor monk's turn now."

Wufang Bodhisattva stared straight at the youth within that vast, sweeping shadow, a cruel smile curling at the corner of his lips.

The long dragon the other had fiercely flung over had, until now, failed to touch even the hem of his robe. The superiority of their techniques seemed to have already found its answer.

As his words fell, he slowly clenched his five fingers.

The remaining three banners nearly simultaneously overflowed with Buddhist light.

The earth suddenly began to rumble, countless cracks spreading outward, and then pillar-like giant trees burst from the soil—at a glance, well over several hundred of them.

In an instant, Eight Extremes Valley displayed a scene of heaven toppling and earth overturning.

The giant trees were thick, yet more agile than vines. Swaying as they shot skyward, they instantly bound the enormous dharma image shadow tightly—tying up its limbs, gripping its throat, and not even sparing its waist and abdomen.

Wang Yang's great waters appeared out of thin air, as if Tianhe had descended, completely submerging the shadow.

"Hiss."

The Divine General General Qi Feng, standing below to oversee the battle, took in this scene, and could not help but feel a chill in his heart.

Over the years, these cultivators' techniques had actually developed to a point that struck even them, true gods, with awe.

With the divine ability displayed by this Wufang Banner, once one was carelessly trapped within it, escaping would be as difficult as ascending to heaven!

Even if he wanted to step in and rescue, for the moment he had no idea how.

This young man has truly overreached himself this time!

"..."

Shen Yi stood with his hands at his sides within the shadow, likewise enveloped by Wang Yang.

Clearly in the midst of a life-and-death crisis, the man appeared as composed as ever.

He gazed into the distance at Wufang Bodhisattva, as if entirely unaware that his dharma image would be torn apart in the next instant.

The great arm shadow gripping Wuhuai pressed down somewhat stubbornly, but even though it could tug at the giant trees binding it, it could not break through the wind wall before it. Performing this futile labor, it somehow appeared rather pitiable.

Crack!

Gathering the strength of his entire body, the phantom finally wrenched one arm free.

"Hah."

The Five Directions Bodhisattva raised an eyebrow slightly, not caring in the slightest about these minor mishaps.

The opponent's life was already completely pinched within his palm.

Once the protective auspicious light on that dharma image was worn away entirely, it would be the moment the opponent perished in Eight Extremities Valley.

Suddenly, his composed gaze flickered for an instant, because a wisp of grey mist had silently appeared within his line of sight.

In the instant before the Five Directions Bodhisattva could even collect himself, that grey mist had already occupied his entire field of vision, swallowing that fierce wind wall along with it.

The next moment, a thousand-legged black dragon baring stark white bones was suddenly swung, tearing open the grey mist.

The Five Directions Bodhisattva's pupils abruptly dilated; before he could even retract the smile at the corner of his lips, his entire person was brutally slammed by the thousand-legged black dragon.

The terrifying force contained within that dragon body clearly did not come from Wuhuai itself, but from that phantom arm gripping it in a death grip.

Bang—

The old monk was sent flying with a violent crash, and his Bodhisattva dharma image likewise suddenly tilted backward.

A single strike shattered the auspicious light upon his body, slamming him brutally into the mountain range below!

"Fancy tricks."

Shen Yi cast a casual glance downward and lightly rubbed his wrist.

The grey mist swept forth, settling upon the six-armed phantom's dharma image like a great cloak.

The howling gale had long since been swallowed into the Realm of the Great Void.

He had no habit of waiting for the dust to settle.

Having lost this Bodhisattva's control, the divine might of the Five Directions Banners was clearly weakened by more than a single measure.

The six-armed phantom shook violently, causing every towering tree upon its entire body to crumble into fine powder, and then it leaped out from that Wang Yang.

All six great palms simultaneously formed different hand seals; the vast Jinhe converged, slamming down toward the ground in unison!

An enormous, boundless golden almsbowl descended with a thunderous crash, causing Eight Extremities Valley, already rumbling ceaselessly, to nearly collapse entirely.

Boom!

Among the Shanfeng leveled to flat ground, the Five Directions Bodhisattva, lying on the earth, took this almsbowl head-on; his eyes splitting with rage, blood simultaneously poured from his ears, nose, mouth, and tongue, and even his breathing became halting and broken.

Needless to say, the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva, even gravely wounded, had dared to leave Southern Sumeru and even infiltrate the Divine Dynasty; his abilities were outstanding even among Bodhisattvas, every one of his methods being killing techniques—truly useful to the extreme.

Had it not been for the suppression of the Demon-Slaying Token and the Imperial Qi, the victor that day truly would have been hard to say.

"Help... help me!"

The old monk tremblingly raised his palm and began once more to mobilize the Five Directions Banners.

Let alone this Dragon-Subduing, Tiger-Taming Bodhisattva—even before the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva had fallen, once trapped within his banner formation, escape would not come easily.

That grey mist from earlier was clearly the Void-Transformation method of Divine Void Mountain.

Upon a single cultivator, two utterly opposing Origin Source forces were actually mastered; that the opponent could still remain lucid to this day without backlash was simply a miracle!

But beneath such enormous risk, this fiend's strength had likewise received corresponding reward.

The Great Luo Dao Fruit and the Bodhisattva Fruit Position complemented each other—truly no ordinary person could oppose.

For a moment, he instinctively called out to that old demon he had originally looked down upon.

"..."

Wuhuai at this moment likewise appeared on the verge of death; one must understand that it had just simultaneously endured the Lei Ting methods of two great Bodhisattvas, and to still be breathing now was already enough to be proud of.

Hearing the Five Directions Bodhisattva's words at this moment, its face showed a bitter expression.

To speak truly, if only that Dragon-Subduing, Tiger-Taming Bodhisattva were a normal person—someone whose thoughts one could fathom, with whom negotiation was possible—it would have unhesitatingly stood upon the opposing side.

Unfortunately, in that young man's eyes it could see not the slightest ripple, nor even any grudge.

Unreasonable, without cause.

The opponent was simply, purely... wanting to slaughter it.

"Roar!"

Wuhuai finally let out a Gao Ang roar, once more mobilizing Calamity Power and essence blood, its entire body coiling upward.

The Bodhisattva's many methods earlier had earned only that person's evaluation of "fancy tricks."

How then could it repeat the same mistake.

Therefore, it did not hesitate in the slightest, cleanly and decisively transforming its demon body into a sword, like a ten-thousand-zhang mountain peak, carrying an incomparably sharp momentum, charging recklessly toward the upper reaches.

"..."

Shen Yi raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

When Demon Monarchs duel, is it always this brutish?

However, he liked it.

In an instant, six great arms spread open, precisely embracing this charging long dragon; the opponent's dense demonic power was instantly suppressed by the Jinhe.

The phantom lifted it high, like an iron rod, and violently pierced through that other backward-leaning Bodhisattva dharma image.

Puchi!

"Ah?"

The Five Directions Bodhisattva stared blankly into the air; he had only just mobilized those five banners.

Before thunder, fire, wind, and water could descend, his dharma image had already been shattered into a skyful of auspicious light beneath that vast demonic power and Calamity Power.

Just five breaths' time... that opponent, a dignified third-rank Demon Monarch, had actually held that fiend off for five breaths!

It couldn't even be called a delay.

It was more as though, feeling that fiend had no suitable weapon in hand, it simply delivered itself over.

"..."

The Wufang Bodhisattva's fingers trembled as he lowered his head, looking down at his own chest and abdomen.

At the very moment the phantom was shattered, the Bodhisattva's fruit position within his body was silently covered in dense cracks, and the Jin Guang upon it dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

From victory firmly in hand, to today's fall.

The entire process was so fast that he couldn't react at all.

Shen Yi had no time at all to care about a bodhisattva's feelings before death; upon discovering that the other party was not of demon origin, his thoughts had already shifted to the Thousand-Leg Dark Dragon in the phantom's hands.

All the fingers, under the covering of golden light, transformed into the sharpest Seeing Shen Yi, piercing effortlessly into Wuhuai's body.

As the upper arm exerted force, it actually tore the dragon demon apart bit by bit, until the sound of rending cloth rang across the heavens, the entire long dragon splitting into six, blood raining down and dyeing the sky crimson!

【Slain third-rank Thousand-Leg Dark Dragon, total lifespan ten thousand kalpas, remaining lifespan eight thousand nine hundred kalpas, absorption complete】

This old demon isn't even as long-lived as Shenxu Laozu, so it can be considered a junior.

After harvesting such a bountiful demon lifespan.

Shen Yi quickly descended; looking at the Wufang Bodhisattva who was staring fixedly at him, he had no intention of exchanging pleasantries with the other party. With practiced ease he casually reached in, cleanly taking out the broken Bodhisattva fruit position from within the other's body.

"You... you..."

The Wufang Bodhisattva finally couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood plasma, wanting to borrow his remaining vitality to curse a few times. Unfortunately, the young man had already turned around with lingering interest, looking up toward the sky.

"Stop playing around, there's still serious business."

Shen Yi frowned and murmured a single sentence, then immediately saw a rift abruptly tear open in the air.

Accompanied by Shenxu Laozu's raspy laughter, a Thousand-Leg Dark Dragon fled out in panic. Though it bore no fatal wounds on its body, its eyes were terrified and dazed, as if it had lost its soul.

Actually, one can't really blame Shenxu Laozu for this.

After all, with his killing methods, it really is hard to cause any damage to a great demon of the same realm in a short time... Of course, there were no external wounds, but within the Grand Void realm, the damage to the divine soul is another story.

Though also of demon race, he was the genuine master of a great sect's immortal lineage, no weaker than a bodhisattva.

"Mer... mer..."

Wuhuan's heavy wailing had not yet faded when six enormous golden fists slammed ruthlessly into its head.

Amid the sound of bones exploding, another rain of blood fell.

Having once again harvested nearly ten thousand kalpas of demon lifespan, Shen Yi was still unsatisfied, and directly ordered: "Clean up the valley."

After all, a mosquito's leg is still meat; relying on Lady Qinghua alone to finish the job cleanly was still too much of a stretch.

"At your command!"

Shenxu Laozu responded respectfully, once again vanishing into the Grand Void realm.

Only after all this was done.

Did Shen Yi turn around to look at the tall figure in the distance.

"..."

Swept by that gaze, General General Qi Feng suddenly tensed up all over, instinctively taking a defensive stance.

He glanced at the Monk beneath the other's feet, then looked again at the two Thousand-Leg Dark Dragons whose original forms could no longer be made out.

If last time at Hongze, the act of smashing Mount Tianwu's Qingluan into pulp could already show early signs, then this scene now further confirms...

This boy is an even more ferocious sort than those demons suppressed in the valley!

Absolutely not some proper disciple of the Three Teachings.

And just now, this person's attitude toward Shenxu Laozu was clearly that of giving an order; as the dignified master of an immortal lineage, that insect demon actually accepted it without any objection.

Shen Yi merely stood quietly in place, yet in General General Qi Feng's eyes, he gradually became shrouded in doubt and suspicion.

(End of chapter)