Chapter 912

Tang Luo didn't look at the wounded Guanyin; instead, he glanced at his own white bone palm burning with glazed flame, shook it, and put out the glazed flame.

"Among the Five Great Bodhisattvas, you are the strongest." He then looked at Guanyin and said, feeling as if he, Uchiha·Tang Luo, wished to call you the strongest.

Although Puxian hasn't fought, Tang Luo felt that this one was certainly not as strong as the Guanyin before him.

"I am still no match for the Dizang Bodhisattva." Guanyin said.

"I don't feel it; Dizang hasn't fought me to this extent." Tang Luo extended his white bone palm and shook it a bit.

"Isn't it that you don't care at all about being injured?" Guanyin retorted.

Tang Luo, however, stopped wasting words: "Continue. Still the same saying—don't die."

He clenched his white bone palm into a fist; Tang Luo simultaneously blasted out with both hands, sending a white bone fist shadow—like a normal fist shadow—enveloping Guanyin.

Guanyin pushed out both palms again, forming the Thousand-Armed Aspect.

However, this time, among the thousand hands, a thousand eyes also appeared; at first glance, it was rather eerie.

Even Guanyin could not completely dispel this eerie feeling of the thousand hands and thousand eyes.

From the thousand eyes, rays of golden light shot out, colliding with the fist shadows.

Tang Luo did not stop his actions, frantically attacking; the thousand hands could not defend against his technique being pushed to the extreme.

Even the surrounding chaotic void had "disappeared," completely replaced by Tang Luo's offensive.

The golden light from the thousand eyes gradually faded, and the thousand hands could not block it.

The fist shadows devoured the thousand hands, then in an instant condensed into a single fist, blasting toward Guanyin.

Guanyin raised a hand to block, but his right arm struck his own face, sending him flying backward; he rolled several times in the chaotic void before stopping.

Having just steadied himself, Tang Luo's whip kick came at him again.

Seeing the whip kick about to reach him, Guanyin slightly opened his mouth, and a Buddhist chant sounded: "Serene wisdom like the sea is hard to cultivate; through hundreds of thousands of kalpas it becomes the mundane world. Constantly mindfulness of the self‑at‑ease in the heart, sweet dew spreads everywhere, achieving perfect completeness."

Tang Luo's motion paused for an instant, yet he still kicked out this leg, though its power greatly diminished.

Reduced to the point where Guanyin could block it without suffering further injury.

Tang Luo's attack style is simple and swift, yet his punches and kicks are always extremely heavy.

Using this kick to retreat further, he tried to disperse the force as much as possible; Guanyin formed hand seals with his slightly trembling hands.

One by one, figures emerged from his body.

There was the Many‑Treasures Guanyin, possessing many treasures; there was the Sutra‑Holding Guanyin sitting on a rock, right hand holding a scripture as if reading; there was the Playing Guanyin on five‑colored auspicious clouds, sitting cross‑legged in an at‑ease pose; and there was the Majestic‑Virtue Guanyin beside the rock, left hand holding a lotus yet immensely dignified.

The Thirty‑Three Guanyin Aspects, aside from the one just shattered by Tang Luo, were all present.

Dozens of Guanyin attacked Tang Luo together.

Tang Luo gave a light laugh and charged into the enemy formation.

In just a moment, the many Guanyin were all shattered by him, leaving only the White‑Clothed Guanyin Aspect, which is also Guanyin's true form.

Tang Luo also gained a few more wounds, but his aura showed no diminution.

The brocaded monk's robe moved on its own without wind; the red on it, like flowing blood, was active, and the crimson glow flickered, impossible to conceal.

Guanyin pressed his palms together, silently recited, and golden light blazed across his body.

His body grew huge, four arms appeared; the front two palms pressed together holding a wish‑fulfilling jewel, the rear two raised to shoulder height, the right rear hand holding a crystal rosary, the left hand holding a white lotus.

The crystal rosary smashed toward the flying Tang Luo.

Within it lay the scene of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, intending to slam Tang Luo into it and then pull him out, but only a heap of corpses would be drawn out.

From the left hand, the white lotus emitted light that cleansed the mind, dismantling Tang Luo's fighting spirit, even his will to survive.

It seemed that dying within the Six Paths of Reincarnation was also a kind of liberation.

Tang Luo, however, abruptly lifted his head, looked at the towering four‑armed Guanyin, and sneered two words: "Fake woman."

Taunt!

Tang Luo used Taunt, but this time Taunt was not employed to prevent the enemy from fleeing.

Whether the Six Paths of Reincarnation scene or the white lotus light, both became unstable in an instant, almost shattering.

In their place arose the Bodhisattva's Wrath; the golden light on the white jade body surged, seeming to turn into flames.

Tang Luo punched the crystal rosary, his bone hand grabbing for the white lotus, destroying both at once.

Next, with a shift of his form, he appeared above the white jade height, inverted himself, descended from the sky, and struck out with a palm.

Power gathered in his palm, completely shattering the four‑armed white jade body.

Guanyin's true form appeared, blocking the residual force; his wounds worsened again.

Although it appeared that only one hand was injured and turned to white bone, Tang Luo had many wounds, and even bled during movement, making him look rather sorry.

But in fact, the one truly severely injured was Guanyin.

Tang Luo's wounds were merely superficial—yes, even his right palm was only a "superficial injury."

They would heal before long.

But the injuries Guanyin suffered almost reached his foundation, requiring a long time to heal.

After a pause, Tang Luo said, "The Pure Jade Vase—hand it over."

He naturally hadn't forgotten to put away the Pure Jade Vases of Zhu Bajie and the others. Speaking of which, the Pure Jade Vase, as Guanyin's strongest Dharma treasure, had never been used.

Although it does have a certain effect on Guanyin's combat power, Tang Luo also never used Profound Transformation.

The Mysterious Transformation after incorporating Heavenly Crystal Frost, when Tang Luo uses it, will still have a noticeable increase in killing power.

Guanyin's face turned pale, his originally neat hair slightly disheveled; he shook his head: "I have already sent them to the Great Thunder Sound Temple. Rather than stay by your side, you Buddha's adversary, and eventually fully embark on the demonic path, it would be better to first enter the Subduing Demon Tower, accept punishment, lay down the slaughter knife, and retake refuge in the Buddha."

Tang Luo furrowed his brows, looking at Guanyin before him: "You——won't you have been brainwashed? That's unreasonable! That stingy, neither yin nor yang fellow Mílè is quite far off."

If it were an order from the Rúlái, Guanyin escorting Zhu Bajie and others into the Subduing Demon Tower for punishment, Tang Luo could understand.

The Buddha forefather's name is not false.

But Mílè, up to now, doesn't even dare to sit openly on that meditation mat.

Such a person shouldn't be allowed to have Guanyin heed his words and follow his plans.

"The Supreme Venerable's decree is to bring back Wukong for punishment." Guanyin's face remained calm: "Only regrettably..."

Only regrettably, we couldn't find Sun Wukong; we can only settle for second best?

"He really can't forget Wukong, huh." Tang Luo said later events, the guy suspected to be Maitreya wanted to do something to the wounded Sun Wukong.

Speaking of which, the Heavenly Court also adopted a strategy of first winning over Sun Wukong.

They didn't just shout to attack and kill him because he's a demon; it can only be said that talent is welcomed there.

Take Yang Jian, the Erlang Shen of Guanjiang Mouth, the 1,200 minor gods—even upon seeing the Jade Emperor they snort in contempt.

Didn't the Heavenly Court also pretend not to see?

Compared to that, Nezha was just a hair's breadth away and ended up detained in the Heavenly Court, unlike Yang Jian who wears his 'unruly and untamed' attitude on his face, yet he is also the famous Third Prince.

"You really won't hand over the Pure Jade Vessel?" Tang Luo asked again.

Guanyin shook her head: "The Pure Jade Vessel has entered the Subduing Demon Pagoda."

"Like that..." Tang Luo's white hair and brocade kasaya stirred, blood-red light blazed out, behind his feet a faint sea of corpses and blood appeared.

Endless vengeful spirits howled at him, yet dared not approach.

Even the golden patterns on the brocade kasaya were gradually covered by blood-red.

The edges of the clothing fluttered, a blood-red hue spread, as if Tang Luo wore a blood-red world upon himself.

Guanyin closed her eyes, pressed her palms together again before her chest: "Amitabha Buddha."

A purplish-gold majestic retribution body appeared, above its head a halo held five hundred transformed Buddhas, its crown bore a towering majestic standing transformed Buddha, and a phantom of a Buddha.

The white light between its brows released eighty-four thousand kinds of light.

Its arms were like red lotus color and possessed eighty billion lights; its palms mixed the various colors of fifty billion lotuses.

The thousand-spoked wheel beneath its feet naturally transformed into a fifty-billion-light platform; with each step, vajra mani flowers filled everything.

Supreme and mighty, Majestic Retribution Body!

"This is..." Tang Luo couldn't help but narrow his eyes; within this retribution body he sensed some discord, as if there was an aura not belonging to Guanyin.

No time for him to think slowly; a magnificently vast palm pressed down.

It replaced the surrounding chaotic void.

Tang Luo did not dodge; his left hand formed a sword-finger gesture, a flash of light at the fingertip, then a black vortex emerged.

The Reincarnation Salvation Finger, fully activated by him, pointed toward the giant palm descending from the heavens like a heavenly canopy.

When they collided, judging by the light, it was like a mayfly shaking a tree.

Yet what shattered was that giant palm; cracks spread from the broken palm upward, sweeping across the retribution body's entire right arm, extending upward and downward, permeating the lower body and head.

Tang Luo appeared before the retribution body, his left hand pointing again.

In an instant, the Reincarnation Salvation Finger emerged from the surrounding chaotic void, pointing at Guanyin's retribution body.

The Thousand Hands cannot defend against it; the Rebirth Salvation Finger is unleashed simultaneously!

Under the terrifying attack.

Five hundred billion bright platforms, five hundred billion lotuses were completely swallowed by the black vortex.

The retributive body further shattered, soon leaving only a huge golden skull.

Tang Luo's left palm also, due to the counterforce, had its flesh and blood shattered into pieces, leaving only bone like his right palm.

The white bone palms extended like two blades, piercing the retributive body's remaining skull, and Tang Luo forcefully tore it apart to both sides.

The retributive body's skull was torn apart and vanished.

Inside, Guanyin appeared, looking at Tang Luo, revealing a faint smile; her white robes were completely stained with blood, almost turning into a blood-red robe like Tang Luo's brocade kasaya.

"Still want to fight—" Tang Luo said, "you!"

His face changed!

The dying Guanyin before his eyes ignited golden flames and actively rushed toward Tang Luo.

She actually intended to launch a desperate, all-out strike.

This time, Tang Luo's rare cessation of combat did not merely decide superiority or inferiority, but life and death.

Yet he never expected that Guanyin would actively make this choice.

Guanyin completely transformed into a mass of golden flames, surging onto Tang Luo and dragging him down toward the anchor world.

In the anchor world, Qin Shi Huang and the others who had not left suddenly lifted their heads, seeing a golden streak of light flash across the sky and instantly fall into the earth.

The entire world trembled slightly, and a huge pit appeared.

In the pit, Tang Luo's aura plummeted, from a sea to a small puddle, and the erupting volcano dwindled to a tiny flame.

The God Lord looked over, gestured with his hand, and the thorn crown and scepter on the mountaintop returned to their rightful owner.

He flew up, flew to the edge of the pit, saw Tang Luo lying there with his flames gradually dying out, and tentatively said, "Master, you..."

Before his words finished, a white bone palm covered his vision and seized his head.

"Who allowed you to take these things back?"

Tang Luo's voice sounded as if it came from the Nine Netherworlds' hell.

The God Lord's body shuddered; the thorn crown and skull shattered together, and the golden scepter in his hand fell to the ground, emitting a crisp sound.

The headless corpse fell beside the golden scepter, its vitality completely destroyed.

"Dead." Qin Shi Huang whispered, "God Lord, death!"