Chapter 387: The Great Grandmaster of Buddha, Dao, and Demon in the world, suppressing the four!

Hearing this, the Master merely smiled indifferently and looked at Xie Guan.

"Is this the backup plan you laid out?"

Lu Chen swept his gaze over the four people before him, especially Lu Hua, thinking to himself: weren't they working with Xie Hong to plot the assassination of the Second Senior?

How could they suddenly appear here!

Lu Hua had already walked slowly to Xie Guan's side, and although she had a guess, she still asked tentatively.

"Xie Guan?"

Lu Chen smiled, "Lu Lu Tian Shi Lu, long time no see."

Hearing this, Lu Hua breathed a sigh of relief, then turned to size up the Master, a trace of wariness hidden in her eyes.

Lu Chen looked at the Demon Master and Lianchi, nodding slightly, "Master Lianchi, Demon Master."

His gaze finally fell on the unfamiliar youth, "Great Senior."

Lianchi pressed his palms together, a complex look flashing in his eyes, and said in a low voice: "So it is little donor Xie Guan. Indeed, the fate of the world has its destined numbers."

Demon Master Xu Jiangxian also revealed a smile and said slowly: "Little friend, I did not expect today's events to have been started by you."

The Great Senior bowed slightly to Xie Guan, already understanding—Xie Guan's appearance meant that what the Master was plotting had become a foregone conclusion.

This person was the supreme existence of this world, the so-called immortal.

But it was also not quite right!

The four stood in tacit agreement, vaguely protecting Xie Guan behind them.

The Master swept his gaze over the crowd, his tone calm.

"I have not fought with anyone for four or five hundred years. Today, let me see how much weight the so-called Great Grandmasters of this generation truly have."

Facing the Master, the four dared not be careless.

The Demon Master raised his left hand, the finger bones distinct, with crystal-clear light flowing over them.

The sacred relic of the Demon Sect—the Heavenly Demon Hand.

Instantly, the entire arm was enveloped in eerie demonic energy, which dripped onto the ground like liquid, as if a brush dipped in ink, staining the earth.

With the Demon Master as the center, the demonic energy spread over three zhang and was still expanding.

His aura had already surged to the Ninth Realm of martial arts, the Tenth Realm Yang Spirit of the Primordial Spirit.

The Master noticed the "God-Startling Array" that had completely closed in the sky and watched the Demon Master with composure.

"I did not expect that someone could practice the 'Blood River Bone-Eroding Art' of the Blood River Sect, one of the nine lineages of the Demon Sect, to the realm where blood marrow turns to ink. The baleful energy of this Blood River Thousand-Entangling Hand... is indeed much stronger than the Blood-Turning-to-Mist of the generation of the Old Demon Xuanyin."

"This generation's Demon Master is not bad."

Old Demon Xuanyin was a figure from the same era as the Blood River Sect's ancestor and the Master.

However, he had been dead for over a thousand years.

Hearing the Master's evaluation, the coldness in the Demon Master's eyes grew heavier.

Master Lianchi set up his fist stance, gently lifting his monk's robe to reveal a bare chest.

Master Lianchi set up his fist stance, lifting his monk's robe to reveal a bare, withered torso like refined iron.

The ribs on his chest were clearly visible against his skin.

Suddenly!

The gray-robed old monk's figure expanded abruptly, instantly growing to eight feet, his upper garment torn and fragments scattering.

The muscles on his chest knotted, the muscles on his arms bulged, as if he had transformed from a frail old monk into a Luo Han true body that had shattered the colorful lacquer of the Thunder Sound Treasure Hall.

Lu Chen was astonished; the change in Master Lianchi's figure was truly shocking.

The Master also nodded in praise: "This generation's walker of the East Saint Sect has actually practiced the 'Vajra Indestructible Body Divine Art' of the outer sect to the realm of the Vajra Subduing Demon Body, and he also cultivates the 'Compassion Six Paths,' the most difficult Buddhist scripture to master."

"Buddhism says, if you do not have thunderous means and the Vajra protector at your side, do not harbor a compassionate heart."

"The martial lineage of the Buddha Sect has withered for three cycles of sixty years, and finally, we see the angry-eyed Vajra reappear in the world!"

Lianchi's eyes were half-closed, his pressed palms striking like the evening drum and morning bell:

"The Buddha has thirty-two appearances; not only the compassionate appearance, but also the time of the angry-eyed Vajra, subduing the four demons, the Bodhisattva lowering his brows, and broadly saving all living beings."

Lu Hua pulled a copper coin Dharma sword from her Daoist robes, the sword body wrapped in red rope soaked in cinnabar, the talisman patterns coiled like dragons and snakes.

With a flourish of the sword, she wiped two fingers from the hilt to the tip; the copper coins hummed and trembled, red fire and blue light spitting out, the chilling sword intent reflecting on people.

Seeing this, the Master carried his hands behind his back, "The Ten Thousand Dharma Sword of the Three Truths Heavenly Pulse! It is rumored that this sword was sacrificed and refined with the essence and blood of past grandmasters, communicating with spirits and manifesting holiness; it is the town-sect treasure of Mount Zhongnan. I did not expect that a divine object sealed for a thousand years in the Tomb of the Living Dead would be brought into the world with you."

He sized up Lu Hua meaningfully: "To be entrusted with the three-thousand-year Daoist tradition by your grandmasters at such a young age—I do not know if it is because of your exceptional talent, or because the Three Truths lineage has reached a state where there is no one else to entrust."

Lu Hua's knuckles turned white, cold, "The grand-uncles, in order to hunt down you, a demon, did not hesitate to break their own bridge of longevity. Two generations of Three Truths successors have all been broken by your hands. This blood debt..."

She turned the sword tip, the cold light biting,

"I, Lu Hua, shall naturally use the Ten Thousand Dharma Sword to collect it!"

The Master was noncommittal, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, finally looking at Xu Xian,

"Among my several disciples, those with exceptional talent include the second, those who were self-taught and whose intelligence was enough to found a sect include the third, and those who brought forth the new include the fourth."

"Only you, tirelessly, have actually refined the Haoran Righteous Qi into a three-foot green blade; its sharpness is so great that even I dare not say I can surpass you in this path."

"So many years have passed, I do not know to what extent your 'Spring and Autumn Righteous Qi Art' has reached; years ago, the Great Qi Prime Minister's seal hung in the East Pavilion for three months, and you refused to bind your hair and wear the crown; yet today, to prove the extreme realm of the 'Spring and Autumn Righteous Qi Art,' you actually accepted the position of National Master in Great Sui."

"What a pity, you were originally a free man."

The Great Senior looked at the Master and said slowly: "Then please, Teacher, give me your instruction."

According to Xie Guan's memory, Lu Chen knew that this "Spring and Autumn Righteous Qi Art" was the cultivation technique of the Academy.

The thousand-year heritage of the Academy's "Spring and Autumn Righteous Qi Art" uses subtle words to cast a sword bone and great righteousness to condense a sword soul.

The practitioner hides a "Spring and Autumn Brush" in their chest, eyes containing "Ritual and Music Blades," and every hair and corner of their clothing can burst forth with sword intent, capable of opening gold and splitting stone.

It has four levels of realm: Self-Cultivation, Family Regulation, State Governance, and World Pacification.

This technique secretly matches the Confucian principle of "when successful, benefit the world"; those who hold the power of the state can borrow the fortune of the common people to temper the righteous energy in their chests. In the seven hundred years of the Academy, those who could cross the threshold of "Family Regulation" numbered no more than a handful.

And the Great Senior, standing with his hands behind his back at this moment, had the phantom of mountains and rivers vaguely appearing amidst his fluttering Confucian robes, clearly having reached the highest realm of "World Pacification."

Seeing this, the Master merely smiled and let it pass.

"You all attack together."

Witnessing this scene, Lu Chen was filled with expectation.

After all, this was three Great Grandmasters of the world and one Lu Lu Tian Shi of the Three Truths joining forces to oppose the Master who looked down upon the world.

The three did not wait for the Master's words to finish before they tacitly attacked.

The Demon Master's left hand fingers were like plucking zither strings; the "Blood River Thousand-Entangling Hand" transformed into five evil dragons, charging at the Master while wrapped in a bloody storm.

The Master flicked his sleeve, and the "Blood River Thousand-Entangling Hand" was shattered in mid-air.

The Demon Master's divine thought moved, and the shattered pitch-black blood marrow instantly turned into steel nails, tearing through the long sky and whistling toward him.

Dong Cheng waved his sleeve again.

A fist wrapped in golden glazed light was already right before his eyes.

Master Lianchi's "Vajra Subduing Demon Fist" could no longer be avoided, striking head-on, shaking the floor tiles within ten zhang into pieces.

The Demon Master hooked a cold smile at the corner of his mouth, his whole person taking advantage of the momentum to dive into the bloodstains.

The Demon Master's figure suddenly collapsed into blood mist, having executed the "Blood Shadow Escape" to the realm of no-form.

Compared to Zhu Ziqian's bloody violence, Xu Jiangxian at this moment seemed like ink dissolving into rice paper, not even causing a ripple in the blood on the ground.

Without a hint of fireworks.

The Master had just raised his hand to resist Lianchi's Vajra fist seal.

Wrinkles suddenly appeared in the void behind him.

Xu Xian stepped out of the void in his Confucian robes, the "Spring and Autumn Brush" in his palm spitting out Haoran Righteous Qi—it turned out that he had borrowed his life-bound "Free Roaming" to intentionally nourish the sword intent while the Demon Master was making his move.

In front was Lianchi's Vajra Subduing Demon Fist, the fist wind manifesting the phantom of the Eight Heavenly Dragons.

Behind was the Spring and Autumn sword intent, with mountains and rivers manifesting in his sight.

The Master was attacked from front and back!

And above, Lu Hua had already sacrificed the Three Truths Ten Thousand Dharma Sword.

A giant sword phantom spanning a hundred zhang condensed in the void, the ten-zhang sword shadow falling while wrapped in the Big Dipper's baleful aura, the "Slay Evil" characters engraved on the sword body falling like a collapsing pillar of heaven.

It crushed straight down toward the Master.

Lu Hua stood in the air, stepping on the hilt of the giant sword's phantom.

The most dangerous killing move was in the square inch—unknown when, the Demon Master had borrowed the blood escape to seep into the bluestone floor tiles.

When the pitch-black demonic palm broke through the ground, a blood-colored vertical pupil opened in the palm; it was the forbidden ultimate art of the Blood River Sect, the "Heaven-Crying Blood Hand"!

Lu Chen's pupils condensed; the four people's killing moves erupted simultaneously just as the Master's words had not yet fallen.

The energy of the four supreme experts of the current generation perfectly locked together at the moment the Master spat out the last word.

The net of heaven and earth had already closed—

In a flash of lightning, the net of heaven and earth was formed.

If it were anyone else, this all-encompassing killing momentum would be inescapable.

Lu Chen invoked the Demon-Slaying and Ghost-Slaying twin swords in his heart-sea, only to find that he didn't even have room to intervene.

Xie Guan, at the Fourth Realm of martial arts and Seventh Realm of Primordial Spirit, was indeed difficult to intervene at the level of these Great Grandmasters of the world.

But... they wanted to take down the Master just like this?

Lu Chen was not so optimistic in his heart?

This kind of old monster had drifted across the earth like a ghost for nearly two thousand years.

It wouldn't be so easy for him to fall!

The Master's expression was as usual, as if what was coming toward him was not a world-destroying killing move, but willow catkins brushing his face in the spring.

The Three Truths Ten Thousand Dharma Sword slashed down, but it was like splitting into a ten-thousand-zhang deep sea;

The Vajra palm seal struck, like hitting an empty valley;

The Spring and Autumn sword intent pierced in, like a clay ox entering the sea;

The Heaven-Crying Blood Hand invaded, and it was like a stone sinking into the sea.

There was no earth-shattering roar, no destructive damage.

The four world-startling killing moves landed on the Master but only stirred up a few light sounds, not even lifting his sleeves by half a fraction.

Like "rain hitting banana leaves."

Seeing this, although the four had long expected it, they were still shocked beyond measure.

Lu Hua withdrew her sword before the momentum was exhausted, her figure like a startled swan, turning in a flash to be several zhang away.

The blood shadow transformed by the Demon Master wandered on the ground, escaping back like a bird returning to its nest.

Xu Xian's figure had long since disappeared; two zhang off the ground, his toes tapped lightly on the void, his Confucian robes fluttering.

The sword intent condensed in his chest gathered again, and under the blessing of one after another, the sword intent grew higher and higher.

Only Lianchi did not retreat but advanced, the Vajra Subduing Demon Fist seal blooming with golden light.

Where the fist wind passed, phantoms of golden lotuses actually grew on the bluestone ground.

"Mount Sumeru Collapses!"

A Buddha name rang out, the phantom of Mount Sumeru manifesting behind Lianchi, the fist strength like a collapsing mountain.

The Master was forced back three steps by this punch.

A smile appeared on his face.

Lianchi's fist momentum changed again, the fist shadows dividing into thousands, like three thousand Luohans punching simultaneously, like the sands of the Ganges.

Three thousand fist seals, each punch hitting flesh, yet it was like hitting the surface of a lake.

The Master stood with his hands behind his back, letting Lianchi's fist strength land on his chest like raindrops, the smile on his face remaining.

"Amitabha."

When the old monk chanted the Buddha name, the red mole between his brows turned into a bleeding lotus flower.

The angry-eyed Vajra appearance was completely revealed, and behind him actually emerged the angry body of the Great Sun Tathagata—the Dharma image of Acala!

"Red Lotus Purifies the World!"

The old monk's fist wind ignited "karmic fire," like a burning fire wheel, lifting the Master and slamming him fiercely onto the ground over his shoulder.

The Master's figure was rolled up by the fire wheel and slammed heavily onto the ground.

"Boom—"

The bluestone ground cracked like a spider web, and a five-zhang radius collapsed into a pit.

A great fire ignited within the smoke and fire pit.

Xu Xian's sword intent had long been fully charged, and at this moment it transformed into a white rainbow piercing the sun, straight into the sea of fire.

The phantom of the Spring and Autumn Brush appeared in the sword intent, and where the brush tip pointed, the characters "Gentleman" manifested.

Lianchi leaped backward, standing with the Demon Master and Lu Hua in a Three Talents formation.

White light spat out in the abyss, the sword intent penetrating five zhang into the ground, yet not a sound could be heard.

Xu Xian landed gracefully, his green robes fluttering without wind, but his face was ugly.

Inside the great pit, only the raging fire was silently wreaking havoc; the four were all frowning, but did not attack again.

The Master had let them attack from beginning to end without defending, and although the four had not used their full strength, they had used most of their skills.

However, the Master was unscathed!

As the smoke and dust in the pit gradually dispersed, the fire also gradually subsided.

The four's expressions grew increasingly solemn.

Suddenly, a voice rang out from the pit.

"Not bad!"

As the last syllable fell, the figure of an old man was already standing outside the great pit, gently brushing the dust off his body.

"However,"

The Master swept his gaze over the four, "this kind of strength, I fear, is not enough."

"It's my turn, isn't it?"

The Master's words carried a smile; like Xu Xian's "Free Roaming," he disappeared abruptly from everyone's sight.

Seeing this, Lu Chen hurriedly warned Lu Hua: "Be careful!"

At the same time!

Master Lianchi had long been alert and had already executed his life-bound divine ability, the "Three-Zhang Golden Body," draping glazed golden light over the Demon Master, Lu Hua, and himself.

This was Master Lianchi's life-bound effect, which could bless others with the "Vajra Body."

Xu Xian also quickly used "Free Roaming" to shift Lu Hua's position.

Although Lu Hua had the weakest cultivation among the four, with the help of the Three Truths Ten Thousand Dharma Sword, her power was not inferior to the other three Great Grandmasters.

There could be no mistakes!

Lu Chen suddenly thought of something and hurriedly said to Master Lianchi:

"Master, protect yourself first!"

However, it was too late!

The Master had already appeared, a finger pointing at Lianchi's chest.

Master Lianchi had just invoked his life-bound effect, but he was ultimately a step too slow and had not yet managed to execute the "Vajra Indestructible Body."

There was no suspense!

The old monk's chest was pierced by the Master's finger, exploding like a watermelon, and a cloud of blood mist burst out behind him.

Lu Hua's pupils shrank sharply, watching helplessly as Master Lianchi's body exploded into two halves, all vitality lost.

Seeing this, the Demon Master immediately executed the Blood Shadow Escape, instantly pulling a distance of several zhang from the Master.

The Master, however, merely smiled indifferently: "To kill you all, do I still need to break you one by one?"

"No need to pick a weak one; killing anyone is the same!"

Lianchi's corpse lay there, and the three's expressions grew increasingly ugly.

The Demon Master's heart trembled; it was just a single strike.

He had killed Lianchi, who was in the same realm as him.

How much of his strength had the Master actually used just now?

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 388 =====