Chapter 47: Battle

Western Heaven Spirit Mountain.

"Who goes there? What business do you have coming to our Buddhism? Please state your purpose so I may go and report it," a gatekeeping novice monk said.

"Hehe, who goes there? Someone here to take your lives," Kong Xuan looked at the little monk in front of him and said with a sinister smile.

"How bold! To actually come to our Buddhism to cause trouble—someone come! Someone is here to crash the place!" The little monk looked at Kong Xuan's gloomy face and said with some fear.

"Good. I want to see what kind of ability your Buddhism has. Today, I shall wash your Buddhism in blood," Kong Xuan said, looking at the Arhats and Protectors slowly gathering in the sky.

"Who is so bold as to dare come to our sect to stir up trouble? Today, I will let you witness the boundless Dharma of our Buddha. I, Dragon Subduing Arhat, will come to teach you a lesson," the monk, stepping on a dragon, said as he looked at Kong Xuan.

After speaking, he dove down from the sky, channeling Buddhist power into his fists, prepared to land a full-force strike on Kong Xuan. Kong Xuan watched the Dragon Subduing Arhat charging at him without moving, letting the Dragon Subduing Arhat strike his body. The Dragon Subduing Arhat felt as if his fists had struck the hardest steel, and his web between thumb and forefinger was left numb from the shock.

"How about it? Was that strike satisfying?" Kong Xuan said, looking at the fist that had struck him.

"Fierce Flame Rage!" Kong Xuan let out a loud roar, and his body rapidly emitted a terrifying heat. The Dragon Subduing Arhat only felt himself enveloped by the sun and was instantly vaporized. The area within a thousand meters was surrounded by flames, and all the Arhats and Bodhisattvas present were reduced to fly ash on the spot.

The Buddhist disciples not surrounded by the flames looked at Kong Xuan in terror, muttering in low voices: "A devil, this is a devil! Where is the Buddha? Buddha, come quickly and save us!"

At this moment, a burst of the Buddhist Heart Sutra emanated from Thunder Sound Temple, soothing the fearful hearts of the Buddhist disciples. A big-bellied monk with a smile flew out from within; it was Maitreya, the Future Buddha of Buddhism. "Amitabha, Benefactor Kong Xuan, long time no see. It seems you have fallen deep into the demonic path and cannot be saved. All Bodhisattvas, Arhats, and Venerables, hear my command: kill this demon for me!"

The Buddhist disciples heard Maitreya's command and all charged toward Kong Xuan. Kong Xuan looked at the sky full of bald heads rushing toward him and revealed a look of contempt at the corners of his mouth. He channeled his Fire Essence Power throughout his body, condensing it into his fists until they were ten times their size, like two large sand pots. He unleashed his ultimate move, Flaming Vacuum Fist, against the charging monks. With every punch, a vacuum zone ten thousand meters long and five meters wide would appear. However, there were simply too many monks—more than Kong Xuan had imagined. Even after consuming half of his magic power, he had only eliminated one-fifth of them, and none of them were even experts.

At this moment, a majestic voice rang out, saying: "All Arhats and Bodhisattvas, stand down. Leave this demon to our Ancient Buddha, Randeng, to handle."

Everyone heard that voice and pressed their palms together, saying: "We obey the Buddha's decree."

"Kong Xuan, the last time we fought, we were interrupted by the Zhunti Sage and did not determine a winner. Let's have a conclusion today," Randeng said shamelessly.

"Haha, what a 'no winner.' Only people from your Buddhism could be so shameless. Today, I shall see what face you, a defeated opponent, have to clamor before me," Kong Xuan said, laughing out of extreme anger at Randeng's words.

"Hmph, take this! Lamp Fire Travels Ten Thousand Miles!" Randeng let out a loud roar, and a burst of blue flame shot from his mouth. It was Randeng's natal fire, Lamp Fire; it burned whatever it touched, and it was quite tyrannical as it would not extinguish until the object was consumed.

Kong Xuan was not polite either. "Purple Flame!" A purple flame flew toward Randeng's Lamp Fire. The purple flame met the blue flame and rapidly froze the blue flame. This was the tyrannical nature of Purple Flame: upon encountering an object, it would freeze it first and burn it from the inside. It was invisible from the outside, and once the Purple Flame melted, the object inside would have been burned to nothing, not even leaving ash behind. It was the nemesis of Randeng's flame.

Seeing his most prized flame being countered, Randeng's brow furrowed visibly. He summoned his natal lamp, preparing to engage Kong Xuan in close-quarters combat. Kong Xuan watched Randeng charging forward, and a flash of red light passed over his hands as the God-Slaying Spear appeared. He said: "Old friend, this is the second time I have used you. I didn't expect it to be against this old fellow Randeng again. Today, let him know your power once more."

Kong Xuan raised his spear and charged. Ever since losing to Kong Xuan a thousand years ago, Randeng had practiced close-quarters combat diligently, and his skill had grown linearly. Now, he was not at all inferior when facing the charging Kong Xuan. His natal lamp's flames shot in all directions, displaying the formidable strength of a powerhouse of his generation. Kong Xuan's Fire Essence Power and magic had also reached a high realm, and with the assistance of the God-Slaying Spear, he fought Randeng to a standstill, despite having consumed more than half of his magic power.

Duobao, watching the fight from the sidelines, felt a sense of emotion, thinking that although he was known alongside Yunxiao and Yuding as the best among the Sages' disciples, the gap between him and a monster like Kong Xuan was not small. Fortunately, they had just used human-wave tactics to consume most of Kong Xuan's magic power; otherwise, Randeng would not have fared well.

The two fought for hundreds of rounds. Kong Xuan's magic power gradually began to falter, and he was on the defensive. Randeng was becoming more ferocious as the fight went on; after all, he had lived for at least hundreds of thousands of years. Compared to Kong Xuan, a "junior" of less than ten thousand years, his magic power was naturally much stronger. Seeing that he had the upper hand, Randeng said triumphantly: "How about it? Today, I will ensure you can come but not leave. This day next year will be your death anniversary."

Kong Xuan heard Randeng's words and chuckled, saying: "Alright, let the game end here. Space Solidification!" After speaking, he channeled all the magic power remaining in his body, merging his body with the God-Slaying Spear, and charged at Randeng. As this spear thrust forward, the surrounding space collapsed. After hearing Kong Xuan say "Space Solidification," Randeng clearly felt the space he occupied had been fixed; he was unable to break free for a moment. Watching this terrifying spear flying toward him, his face turned deathly pale.

Just as Kong Xuan's spear was about to strike Randeng, a figure suddenly appeared in front of Randeng, breaking through the solidified space and carrying Randeng away. Kong Xuan's spear struck Spirit Mountain, and the mountain was instantly leveled by the blow. For ease of access, please remember the bxwx novel website, bxwx. net; your support is our greatest motivation!