Chapter 787: Brothers

Looking at the giant fist smashing down from above, Fan Long's eyes flashed with a hint of shock.

He glanced at Qing Feng and praised in a low voice: "The Pan Gu Classic... truly the supreme Dao of the Azure Lotus Temple... Qing Feng, your methods are brilliant, brilliant, effortlessly letting the Martial King fall into the trap!"

Qing Feng smiled and shook his head.

"Enter the trap?"

"It makes my schemes seem so deep... Actually, I just wanted to give you a disgusting feeling; I never really planned to scheme against the Martial King!" Qing Feng shook his head helplessly.

Wu Tie's heavy fist descended from the heavens, cracking the void with countless fine black lines.

Wu Tie's punch was not only the immense power erupting from his Pan Gu true form; he also completely integrated his understanding of the Heavenly Earth Dao and the Dao of the Fist into it.

One fist, one world.

One fist, life and death, illusion and extinction.

One fist, having experienced the mortal realm.

One fist, having crossed the tribulation waves.

Facing the heavy fist smashing down from above, Fan Long and several hundred Red Lotus Temple disciples simultaneously chanted the Buddha's name, then various colored Buddhist lights rose from their bodies.

Red, yellow, blue, white, cyan, purple... dozens of colors of Buddhist light surged, illuminating heaven and earth.

The aura of Fan Long and his fellow disciples became extraordinarily strange: some were solemn and dignified like a Buddha, some noble and divine like a deity, some imposing like an emperor, some bizarre and ferocious like a demon, even more twisted and frenzied like an evil ghost, and others ever-changing like a great demon...

The Buddhist teachings of the Red Lotus Temple encompass all things, tolerate both righteousness and evil, powerful to the extreme, heretical to the extreme.

"My Buddha is eternal, indestructible through myriad kalpas." Fan Long pressed his palms together; the transparent relic pearl in his palm emitted myriad rays of light, enveloping the group of great monks.

The Buddhist power of hundreds fused into one, forming a Vajra Sumeru pedestal ten thousand zhang high, hovering above them; Wu Tie's heavy fist came down heavily, striking solidly upon this Vajra Sumeru pedestal ablaze with various colored Buddhist flames.

With a tremendous boom, heaven and earth shook; the sea below burst open a hole tens of thousands of li in diameter, reaching down to the seabed.

The seabed strata melted layer by layer, burned layer by layer, turned to ash layer by layer. The great pit sank a thousand li downward; countless sea fish, sea beasts, shrimp, turtles and other aquatic life perished instantly, and in the spreading waves that rippled outward, were filled with bloody and broken aquatic limbs.

Fan Long sighed to the heavens: "Martial King, you have fallen into demonhood... This punch of yours has caused countless slaughter; after your death, you will surely enter the Eighteen Levels of Avici Hell, suffering eternal torment without release."

Wu Tie's massive body trembled violently; his right arm twisted and broke, the nearly twenty-thousand-zhang-long arm snapping into over ten segments, the skin on half his body splitting open in huge gaps, steaming hot blood spurted like magma from the heights, scorching the seabed strata into boiling lava.

"Fallen into demonhood? That's also your doing. If we talk about slaughter, this karma also bears your share!" Wu Tie glared coldly at Fan Long and shouted sternly: "You dare to block me? Then you are my mortal enemy... Today, either you die or I do!"

Wu Tie let out a long whistle to the heavens; instantly, rings of white air explosions swept outward in all directions, clearing the sky of clouds. The azure sky was so clear and transparent, as if the heavens had lowered tens of thousands of zhang, as if the sky pressed right against Wu Tie's scalp.

The void beside Wu Tie collapsed, and immeasurable heavenly-earth primordial energy transformed into coiling chaos dragons that roared into his body.

In one breath, he drained the primordial energy within a radius of one hundred thousand li, creating a massive primordial vacuum that triggered heavenly upheaval; countless lightning bolts streaked across the void, and in the distance, turbulent gusts howled toward him.

Wu Tie's body, based on thirty-six thousand zhang, expanded another three thousand zhang.

Especially his upper torso swelled bizarrely, at least three times the previous chest and arm circumference.

Violent hot air continually jetted from the pores of Wu Tie's upper torso, rising and forming vast waves that surged to the heavens; within the hazy, misty air currents, various strange phantasms appeared.

There were rising sun and moon, changing seas and fields, flying beasts and running animals, mountains and rivers...

At this moment, Wu Tie seemed to truly become the Pan Gu sage who created this world at the dawn of heaven and earth. Behind him, three thousand strands of purple qi shot straight into the void, and eighty-four thousand strands of golden light crisscrossed.

A suffocating pressure almost condensed into substance, wildly spreading outward.

With a long whistle, Wu Tie's broken right arm healed rapidly; in an instant all injuries vanished. He clenched his fist tightly, and a hurricane burst from his fingertips, shaking the void into turmoil.

Fan Long and the others' Vajra Sumeru pedestal above their heads trembled violently, emitting low rumbling sounds and spewing forth multicolored Buddhist light tens of thousands of zhang high.

On the five-colored auspicious clouds casually condensed by Wu Tie, the White Lotus Palace disciples whose cultivation was sealed all vomited blood; except Bai Wen and Bai Wu, the others were knocked unconscious by Wu Tie's chaotic aura. Moreover, those with weak courage were so overwhelmed by the pressure that they fainted and lost control of bowels and bladder, a sight truly miserable to the extreme.

"Martial King, the sea of suffering is boundless; turning back is shore." Fan Long wore a mournful, compassionate expression as he gazed at Wu Tie's colossal Pan Gu true form, and declared loudly: "Otherwise, do not blame me for using thunderous means to subdue demons with a heavy hand!"

Wu Tie burst into wild laughter: "Hahaha, indeed, the Buddhist bald thieves are always eloquent. Heck, as fellow monks, how do you fall so short compared to the Master of the Six Paths Palace, Zhu Ri, and Zhu Yue?"

Fan Long raised his eyebrows, astonished at Wu Tie: "Martial King, do you know the whereabouts of other Buddhist disciples? Good, good, thus, great goodness... Hmm, if the Martial King would cease hostilities now and honestly confess the fate of those Buddhist disciples, I will pardon his sins, requiring only that he face the wall in a small temple for ten thousand years, sincerely repent, and that would suffice."

Wu Tie's eyes twitched from anger.

Fan Long's little mouth and nimble tongue were truly adept; with a few "pah pah pah pah" he turned Wu Tie into a true great demon king, while forging himself into the image of a truly compassionate Buddha.

Heh, look at what he says—he actually wants to exempt Wu Tie from his sins, as long as he imprisons him for ten thousand years!

"Your Majesty, I truly ought to thank you for your great kindness and virtue, for your compassionate heart!" Wu Tie roared, raising both hands, then thrusting his fists forward and backward like falling sun and moon, heavily smashing the Buddhist-light-ascending Vajra Sumeru pedestal.

"My Buddha is eternal, indestructible through myriad kalpas." Fan Long and the great monks chanted in unison.

Their scalps simultaneously turned translucent; through their shining skulls and crania, one could see their brains of varying hues, like glass-cast organs. Within their brains, as if pearls embedded in flesh, relics of different sizes, colors, and auras glowed brightly.

With a constant "ding ding ding" sound, there were as few as twelve or thirteen, as many as over two hundred; the most, like Fan Long, had three hundred twenty-eight egg-sized relics soaring into the air and simultaneously inlaid upon the Vajra Sumeru pedestal.

While Wu Tie's heavy fist continued to pound down, he sincerely marveled: "Wonderful beyond words, thanks to your huge head being able to hold so many... brain stones!"

Fan Long and the great monks' faces twitched simultaneously.

Even though they were accomplished disciples of the Red Lotus Temple, they nearly had their minds disturbed by Wu Tie's remark about "brain stones."

The esteemed Buddhist relics were actually slandered by Wu Tie as "brain stones"!

If this were the Sui Dynasty, based on that remark Wu Tie would be swarmed and attacked by countless followers of the Red Lotus Temple; their outer disciples and believers would all pursue him to the death.

With a tremendous boom in heaven and earth, a colossal figure seated cross-legged silently appeared upon the Vajra Sumeru pedestal.

This person's face was a blur of chaos; only a swirling blazing ten-thousand-character Buddha seal could be seen rotating on his visage. An aura mightier and more terrifying than Wu Tie's emanated, filling heaven and earth with boundless light.

Wu Tie's heavy fist slammed into that similarly towering figure, hearing two booming "dong dong" sounds; on the five-colored auspicious clouds, over a hundred unconscious White Lotus Palace disciples all vomited blood, with blood continually seeping from their seven orifices.

Qing Feng also unconsciously furrowed his brow and stepped back two paces.

He waved his right hand, rolled up his sleeve, and a thread of clear light flew out, forming a pliable light curtain that shielded the White Lotus Palace disciples on the five-colored auspicious clouds.

Azure Lotus, Red Lotus, and White Lotus—all three divine sects guarding the Sui Dynasty—despite any daily conflicts of interest, Qing Feng could not stand by while these White Lotus Palace disciples were beaten to death here.

Wu Tie's heavy fist burned; the colossal figure seated cross-legged on the Vajra Sumeru pedestal remained unmoved, multicolored Buddhist flames clinging to Wu Tie's body, burning his arms until skin split and flesh tore, filling the air with a strange, rich fragrance.

The Buddhist flames continually spread over Wu Tie's entire body, soon completely enveloping him.

The viscous Buddhist flames, like molten glass, poured into Wu Tie's seven apertures, causing him to roar in agony as his five viscera and six bowels ignited, burning him so that every pore emitted faint sparks of fire.

"The demon rises a foot, the Buddha rises three zhang... No matter your myriad divine arts and myriad secret techniques, Martial King—no, demon lord—you cannot escape my Buddha's grasp." Fan Long stared arrogantly at Wu Tie and shouted: "Why don't you quickly kneel and beg for mercy? Or are you refusing to be refined by my Buddha's supreme demon-refining divine ability?"

Squinting his eyes, Fan Long's voice softened considerably: "Considering you are after all a sovereign of a nation, able to enjoy the ruler's position, you must be blessed and fortunate... Even if you have committed boundless slaughter, it seems merely a momentary stray onto the wrong path."

「If you are willing to become my disciple of the Red Lotus Temple, receive my Buddhist gate's supreme Buddhist Dharma to temper and refine, with my Red Lotus Temple's boundless merit to eliminate your sins…… the poor monk guarantees you a golden body fruition! 」

Qing Feng coldly snorted at the side: 「Fan Long, do you still have any shame? 」

Fan Long turned around, looked at Qing Feng and said coldly: 「Qing Feng, if you're not convinced, then let's have a match? You know my temper, Fan Long; if you can defeat me, I'll turn and leave. 」

Qing Feng pointed at Fan Long: 「You've got guts, let's fight one-on-one, me, the Daoist Master! 」

Fan Long arrogantly smiled, he coldly said: 「The Red Lotus Temple's Supreme Subduing Diamond Sumeru Formation is just these three hundred and sixty-five martial brothers…… you one person, we three hundred and sixty-five people all attack together; you ten thousand people, we are still three hundred and sixty-five people all attacking together…… Qing Feng, if you're not convinced, the poor monk will give you time, let you summon people! 」

Qing Feng was so angry his mouth twisted.

Dealing with him alone also requires three hundred and sixty-five people to attack together?

Hehe……

Dealing with ten thousand of them, they still are three hundred and sixty-five people attacking together?

Hehe…… believing your words, that would truly be seeing ghosts!

Qing Feng dares to guarantee with Fan Long's family's ancestral grave that if Qing Feng really brings out ten thousand Azure Lotus Observatory disciples to join forces, Fan Long this bald thief will surely have some other hypocritical excuse to completely cover up this matter.

Qing Feng was so angry his teeth itched.

When it comes to verbal skill, the Azure Lotus Observatory truly is no match for the Red Lotus Temple.

In the Flaming Dynasty, only the White Lotus Palace can match the Red Lotus Temple in verbal prowess; the Azure Lotus Observatory is far inferior.

Gritting his teeth, Qing Feng rolled up his sleeves, ready to act rashly.

Just then, a roar like mountains and seas suddenly came from behind, waves of mighty aura surged into the void, countless rough voices transmitted from afar; upon hearing, it was a world-shaking torrent of curses.

「Which bastard dares to provoke our brothers? 」

「Kill him! 」

「It's that bunch of bald bastards…… I've seen them……」

「Chop them to death, mince them! 」

「We are the Wu Tribe! 」

「Fight to the death! 」

Killing aura shot to the sky, blood energy surged. A massive formation of 120,003 people broke through the void and attacked; the aura of each of the 120,003 people was steadily at the first heaven of the Divine Manifest Realm, their auras merged as one, on the massive formation, killing aura condensed into countless towering figures tens of thousands of feet tall.

Zhurong, Gonggong, Kuafu, Xingtian, Xuanming, Houtu……

Countless ancient gods, completely erased in the long river of time, only existing in myth, stood expressionless in the towering killing aura, their divine light shining eyes fixedly staring at Fan Long and the others.

Even though Fan Long and the others had formidable cultivation and ample confidence…… facing this formation of boundless ferocious killing, they still felt waves of trembling fear.

120,000 experts of the Divine Manifest Realm.

Sensing their aura, they at least entered the Dao through ten or more great Dao principles!

120,000 Heavenly Gods!

Fan Long was practically going mad…… 120,000 Heavenly Gods!

Are these Heavenly Gods so easy to produce?

Cultivating ten or more complete great Dao principles is not easy, very not easy; in the Flaming Dynasty, aside from the Three Great Divine Sects, only the Flaming Dynasty's imperial household has the capability to systematically and massively cultivate Heavenly Gods.

But in this barbarian small country……

Fan Long gritted his teeth, hesitantly looking at the Wu Tribe men with bloodshot eyes, surging killing intent charging over.

The numbers are too many……

But after all, they are only at the first heaven of the Divine Manifest Realm cultivation. Moreover, it's obvious their aura fluctuates greatly, lacking any trace of temporal precipitation…… they are all fresh entrants who have just entered the Dao, newly minted Divine Manifest Realm cultivators.

Perhaps, they could withstand a battle?

Fan Long had never encountered such a thorny matter; for a moment he also fell into a dazed state.

Qing Feng burst into wild laughter, he forcefully patted his chest: 「Fan Long, Daoist Master's 120,000 brothers are here, you come, come, come, come fight! 」

Wu Tie then fiercely turned his head, opening his mouth to spew a ball of flames.

Enduring the intense pain of his five viscera and six bowels, Wu Tie roared: 「What are you doing here? You're all about to get married! 」

Wu Jin waved his big axe and wooden shield, laughing loudly to the sky: 「Because our brothers are fighting desperately here…… so we came to fight desperately too! 」

Wu Yin burst into wild laughter: 「You bald bastards, bullying my fourth brother…… I'll smash you! 」

Wu Tong's eyes spat out Blood Light, the muscles on his back convulsed wildly, six large flesh wings spurted blood and suddenly grew out. Wu Tong transformed into a monstrous form with a dragon's head, human body, and three pairs of flesh wings on his back, he roared to the sky: 「Brothers…… chop them to death! 」

With a tremendous boom, heaven and earth plunged into darkness.

Wu Tie couldn't stop in time, the massive formation violently collided with the Diamond Sumeru pedestal.