Chapter 415

Since you've agreed, let's begin. Tang Luo said.

Here?

The Moon Palace disciples were stunned—start now? This demon monk is too impatient!

Although the main hall isn't small, everyone here is a top-tier master of the martial world.

Even without counting divine weapons, Moon Palace's martial arts, movement, and lightness skills are unmatched; once unleashed, the main hall's space would certainly be insufficient.

Moreover, fighting would cause severe damage, and rebuilding would require both money and time.

Moon Palace naturally has a training ground, which can be used for duels.

Going there would be most suitable.

We're all martial world youths—no need for so many formalities. Even if we fought, we wouldn't need to bathe, burn incense, or pick an auspicious day; we could just fight directly.

But to start fighting right here in the main hall? That's too informal.

Exactly, here is fine. Tang Luo said, "Don't worry, it'll be over soon, and… I won't damage your house."

"Who do you want to fight?" the Moon Palace Sect Leader asked.

"All of you, come at once." Saying this, Tang Luo directly extended his hand.

A terrifying pressure emanated from him; instantly, the Moon Palace disciples felt as if they faced not a person, but a mountain appearing before them, continuously rising in height.

Every inch of space in the main hall was enveloped by the opponent's aura.

Pressure built, the air became extremely viscous, as if immersed in a mud pit.

Everyone began circulating their inner energy, slightly reducing the surrounding pressure; yet even so, they still felt as if submerged in water.

Every movement carried immense resistance.

"No wonder he's a four-time demon monk!"

The Moon Palace Sect Leader spoke, her robes stirring; the seven-colored celestial silk floating behind her began to emit a seven-colored glow, point by point.

Like a rainbow appearing in the main hall.

Since Tang Luo had made his move, these people naturally wouldn't hold back.

The ten elders swiftly shifted their forms, centering on the Moon Palace Sect Leader, taking positions in all directions.

The swords in their hands slowly danced, reflecting and complementing the seven-colored glow.

"Not bad." Tang Luo said, his casually extended hand slowly unfolding.

Instantly, a whirlwind rose in the main hall—these winds were interesting, they distorted everyone's vision, allowing one to clearly see the "wind" forming.

One could also hear the sharp, howling wind echoing within the main hall.

Yet, there was no "wind."

The disciples' hair didn't flutter, their robe hems didn't sway; even the incense burner placed in the main hall, emitting a faint fragrance, had its rising white smoke remain perfectly straight.

An invisible force descended; the Moon Palace disciples' postures suddenly became unstable.

The barely formed seven-colored sword shadows began to tremble.

The Moon Palace Sect Leader's expression turned grave; she grasped the seven-colored celestial silk with both hands and gave it a light shake.

A crisp sound rang out.

Suddenly, a large amount of silk appeared around Tang Luo—each strip straight as a sword, sharp as a blade, thrusting directly at him.

Tang Luo still sat on the wooden chair, his body even still slightly leaning against the backrest, not sitting upright.

Completely ignoring the silk strips attacking from all sides, his extended hand had already fully unfolded.

The silk strips struck Tang Luo, yet not even his white hair trembled at the moment of impact.

All the silk strips resembled foam—shattering, vanishing without a trace, leaving only a faint seven-colored ripple.

The Moon Palace Sect Leader was stunned—she hadn't expected this illusory technique, half-real and half-false, to be so easily broken by the opponent.

The illusion technique is an ability of the seven-colored celestial silk, and its reality shifts unpredictably; as long as one's mind is seized, producing even the slightest waver.

Then, the false becomes real.

Those silk strips turned into flying foam, unable to even nick Tang Xuanzang's robe hem—proving his mind was as firm as iron, unaffected in the slightest.

Air currents swirled; white energy waves became clearly visible.

Suddenly, above the Moon Palace disciples' heads appeared a massive palm entirely formed of energy waves, descending upon them.

The Moon Palace Sect Leader shook the seven-colored celestial silk again.

The seven-colored celestial silk traced a perfect arc; the Moon Palace elders in unison let out a sharp cry, their swords flying from their hands, hovering in midair.

Immediately afterward, they flew upward, settling beneath the massive energy palm above their heads.

Many elders turned pale, their bodies swaying, on the verge of collapse; the force transmitted through their palms made them feel as if a mountain were assaulting them, pressing down for thousands of miles.

They could barely support themselves.

Fortunately, the seven-colored celestial silk danced in midair, gathering all their strength together.

With their combined strength, they resisted this heaven-overturning hand.

Turbulent energy waves raged between the palms; finally, a fierce wind surged, sweeping up the disciples' clothes and long hair.

The Moon Palace Sect Leader's face veil was torn apart, spinning in midair.

"Oh." Ao Yulie murmured softly.

The Moon Palace Sect Leader's beauty surpassed all present, stunningly beautiful—only, a long scar marred her left cheek.

As her cultivation reached its peak, that scar had turned red, slightly swollen.

Like a "rebirth," it had even begun to bleed.

The blood flowed along her cheek, drifting in the air within the energy-formed palm, then vanished.

The Moon Palace Sect Leader's expression remained cold; she did not grow angry from being seen in this state by outsiders, nor did she lose her reason.

This heart-attacking technique is useless against her!

Battle, this just opened...

Tang Luo smiled slightly, his palm suddenly flipped over.

The motion that originally had the palm facing downward, pressing down, turned into the palm facing upward, changing from being enveloped to being in control!

For a moment, heaven and earth overturned and flipped.

The people of the Moon Palace instantly lost control of their weapons; those dancing swords clashed wildly, producing a tinkling sound.

At the same time, they also lost control of their bodies.

The world spun, including the Moon Palace Master, the boundaries between heaven and earth were no longer distinct, and what they stepped on was no longer the earth.

What was above their heads was not the sky either.

The violent power completely disrupted their perception.

When they slightly regained consciousness, they found that a group of people had all been struck—some swaying, some sitting down—inside a giant palm.

Like tiny insects, they were held in someone's palm.

The ribbons on the Moon Palace Master burst forth with dazzling seven-colored light; the first to recover, she moved her body.

The seven-colored immortal ribbon danced, its movements graceful as if dancing.

The dance in the palm could release power meant to tear apart the hand that controlled them.

A dance carrying heaven-shaking killing intent!

Tang Luo's expression remained unchanged, his five fingers closing together.

"Tianyu" changed color at this moment, five towering pillars shielding the heavens obscured everything, enveloping the seven-colored light and pressing down.

The Moon Palace Master's body shuddered, and she spat out a large mouthful of blood.

The others were equally powerless to resist, only able to watch helplessly as the fingers, filled with violent aura, descended.

Like a catastrophe that destroys the crown, it descended upon them.

"Whoosh——"

In the main hall, a true breeze finally blew.

The sandalwood incense in the censer burned, emitting a wisp of white smoke that swayed, was blown away, and then slowly returned.

At the moment the palm finally descended, from the violent force that tore everything apart, it transformed into a refreshing breeze brushing the face.

Swords fell from midair, each stabbing into the ground before each person.

The sword hilts still trembled slightly, the sword's soft hum echoing within the main hall.

All ten elders collapsed into sitting; the only one still able to stand was the Moon Palace Master.

Yet, with a pool of blood on her front robes, she appeared to be the most severely injured among those present.

"Palace Master!"

An elder beside her regained consciousness, cried out in surprise, tried to rise, but felt his legs go weak and collapsed again onto the ground.

He could only turn his head, glaring hatefully at Tang Luo.

"What technique is this?"

The Moon Palace Master spoke up.

"Glazed Nirvana Great Hand Seal · Palm Buddha Realm." Ao Yulie spoke, answering in place of Tang Luo.

Well, or rather, it was actually just a randomly made-up name that sounded impressive.

Tang Luo glanced at Ao Yulie, did not refuse to give his disciple face, and said the "Great Hand Seal" was real, while "Palm Buddha Realm" was fake, casually made up.

"This match, the poor monk won." Tang Luo said, his tone firm.

"It is the master who won." The Moon Palace Master gently exhaled and said.

If it weren't for the opponent holding back at the critical moment, it's unknown how many of them could have survived.

Moreover, she had already used the Seven-Colored Immortal Ribbon.

She had truly unleashed the power of the sacred weapon!

Yet in the end, she didn't even scratch the opponent's robe corner.

From beginning to end, the Four-Degree Demon Monk merely sat there, reaching out, enveloping, turning, closing.

Just that—lightly described, as easy as reaching into a bag and taking something out.

Even during the fiercest confrontation, he showed no sign of strain, let alone being able to hold back at the critical moment.

Returning the weapons "to their rightful owners," even transforming into a refreshing breeze brushing the face……

Such strength had already completely surpassed their imagination.

Admittedly, the Seven-Colored Immortal Ribbon, among the Nine Sacred Weapons, is not considered a true siege-breaking weapon.

Its destructive and killing power is not on the same level as the other sacred weapons.

The combat environment in the main hall also wasn't entirely without opportunistic elements, which slightly limited the Seven-Colored Immortal Ribbon's heavenly flight ability and the Moon Palace's body techniques.

But this cannot conceal the demon monk's great strength.

Holding a sacred weapon, his bearing already differed from that of martial artists.

This one, without a sacred weapon, is already strong enough to differ from everyone.

The throne of the number one under heaven, at this moment, officially changed hands.

Fortunately, everyone's "sparring" took place in the main hall, so the power did not leak outward.

Even the Moon Palace disciples outside had no idea what had happened.

While they were still discussing what the Xuanzang disciples had come to the Moon Palace for, the first duel had already ended.

Ao Yulie beside her stepped forward: "Which female bodhisattva, let's fight?"

Smiling, the invitation did not look like a challenge to fight—even if it were, it would be of the martial arts marriage proposal type.

It gave a strong feeling: once fighting began, it would turn into flirtatious glances and playful banter.

The Moon Palace Master fell silent.

To be honest, given his personality, plus the romantic air that martial artists should have.

At this point, of course, it would be most martial-arts-like to cheerfully say: "No need, we concede the second match."

Even the strongest batch of experts from the Moon Palace, augmented by the power of the Seven-Colored Immortal Ribbon, still lost to the master—truly, in hand.

How weak could disciples wielding two great holy weapons possibly be?

The second match, the chances of victory are slim.

To be honest, losing the first match in this manner has already drained the morale of the Moon Palace Master and the several elders.

They no longer have the will to fight again.

On the westward journey, Ao Yulie has seen this situation not a few times.

The master often beats those female demons until they don't want to, "killing" them while also destroying their hearts.

Various ones beaten into developing inner demons, truly miserable.

The people of the Moon Palace now are also much the same.