Chapter 300

Li Tongya held his sword in his left hand, pointing it obliquely at the ground. The puddles on the stone tiles reflected a pale, white light. The white flesh on the stone bricks and broken tiles surged toward the center of its own accord. The words spat out by that mouth transformed Li Tongya's calm expression into one of uneasy hatred.

The leaping flesh had already condensed into Fahui's head. As the Wrathful Maha slowly possessed him, his face became increasingly handsome, and the gold in his eyes grew thicker. That handsome face became delicate and smooth, and his deep golden eyes stared straight at Li Tongya's eyes, raging:

"Avoiding suspicion!"

"You were avoiding suspicion. You felt indebted to your late father and brother, so you honored the deceased brother above and promoted the orphans below, but the price had to be paid by me! Li Tongya! How innocent I was!"

"Shut up!!"

Li Tongya's voice exploded like thunder. His lips were pale and trembling slightly. The long sword in his hand emitted a sharp whistling sound, like the cry of a dragon or a serpent, causing the insects and birds in the entire Bianyan Mountain to fall silent. The world went still.

"Hum—"

A pale, white sword light surged forth, crystal clear. Hundreds and thousands of sword Qi leaped from the Qingchi Sword wielded by Li Tongya, smashing down like a waterfall. The puppet of mud and clay turned to dust in an instant, and the entire mountaintop shook incessantly, emitting booming sounds.

"Boom..."

The dazzling, pale white sword radiance flashed for a full five breaths. The sword Qi crisscrossed, leaving the ruins riddled with holes. The rainwater on the entire platform flowed backward, transforming into pale white mist, hazy and ethereal, like a fairyland.

"Hahahahaha!"

The rain was too violent, and gray puddles quickly accumulated in the large pit in the center. The white head was covered in dense, small, fresh red wounds like infant mouths, revealing the dark golden bones beneath. Fahui's deep golden eyes were about to pop out, still filled with rage as he stared at Li Tongya.

"It is merely a futile effort. My Wrathful Four-Demon Emperor Brake Phase is returning from the Great Void. You were able to shatter my body just now, but now you can only see the bones. In another moment, you won't even be able to hurt my skin!"

Fahui's two arms had already grown back, propping up his shoulders and head alone. He walked tentatively on the ground, looking quite horrifying. The wounds on his face healed rapidly, and he turned his head to laugh.

"Father, tell me, is it not so?"

Li Tongya just watched him quietly. Magic light ignited on the long sword in his hand, and his eyes were filled with rage. Seeing that he was influenced by his magic but still showed no intention of fleeing, Fahui laughed with rage, tears actually streaming from his golden eyes as he gritted his teeth:

"You wanted me to look after the juniors, so I abandoned my cultivation to go down the mountain to look after them. You wanted me to sit in the mineral veins, so I abandoned the Immortal Mountain to sit in that barren place. After finally reaching Qi Refining, I had to escort spiritual items, and in the end, you wanted me to die!"

"Mother cultivated for many years, but you wouldn't give her even a fraction more resources, giving them all to Li Xuanfeng and the Yuanqing generation. The only times she used elixirs were those offered by me and the Liu clan. When she was on the verge of death, all you said was: 'Let it be'..."

Fahui's face had changed into the appearance of Li Xuanling, and his voice was identical. He glared with rage, causing Li Tongya to shift his gaze slightly. The old man looked somewhat dazed, the long sword in his hand flickering between bright and dim. His usually sharp gaze grew weak, yet he remained silent.

Seeing that he remained silent, Fahui pulled his legs from the ground, picked up the two copper rods covered in patterns, took a generous step forward, and smashed them down toward Li Tongya's head.

"Clang..."

The patterns on the dark gold short rods were intricate, lighting up with rays of golden light. The pale white sword light collided with them, sparking a series of fire stars. The golden light behind Fahui's head swirled, becoming increasingly rich. Li Tongya drew his long sword and fought him for a few moves, forcibly knocking him back half a step.

"Heh..."

The gold in Fahui's eyes grew thicker and thicker, and the features on his face changed constantly—from Li Xuanling to a bearded man, then from a bearded man to a tender child, a middle-aged woman, and a young girl. Nine faces swirled constantly. Li Tongya drew his sword to defend, but his expression grew increasingly confused.

Golden light filled the surroundings again, thick as ribbons of silk, winding around Fahui's body. The humming Zen sounds also rang out, solemn and majestic, vast and mighty.

"Tai!"

Fahui's body was covered in dense golden patterns, and his bronze-colored skin reflected the rainwater between heaven and earth. His face changed constantly among the nine faces, all showing anger. The short rods in his hands flashed with golden light as he smashed them down toward Li Tongya's head.

A Buddhist magic master was inherently a fraction stronger than a Foundation Establishment cultivator, and Fahui was a reincarnation of the Maha. Now that he had awakened the Wrathful Phase, his momentum was comparable to a Compassionate one. The short rod struck the Qingchi Sword, emitting a harsh, grating sound. Li Tongya let out a muffled groan and was ejected like an arrow, stopping far away in the rain curtain.

"It is just right. Once I eat you, I will return to the position of Maha!"

The Wrathful Maha was afraid that Li Tongya would run away, so he stomped heavily on the ground, closing the distance in an instant. He brought with him a dark golden afterimage, and his bronze-like golden arm swung out, his five fingers clawing toward Li Tongya.

Li Tongya naturally swung the Qingchi Sword to block, forming seals with his hand in his sleeve. The vast sea of his Immortal Foundation surged, and rainwater condensed. The cyan dragons and snakes behind him swarmed up, pouncing and biting at him.

"Creak, creak..."

The Wrathful Maha closed his five fingers, catching Li Tongya's magic sword and emitting a harsh, creaking friction sound. The Qingchi Sword was a top-grade Foundation Establishment magic sword, and the sword body suddenly shone with brilliant light, quite dazzling.

"Jing Dragon King."

The Wrathful Maha had lived nine lives and was well-informed. He called out the ancient name of the Vast Sea in one breath and chuckled, staring at Li Tongya with deep golden eyes, spitting out Buddhist sounds:

"Your sword technique is passable, but your immortal arts are far too inferior!"

The Li family had risen for only sixty-odd years and relied entirely on sword techniques to support their sect. Where would they have any exquisite arts? The Wrathful Maha loosened his sword, backhanded the dragons and snakes on his body into pieces, and the golden silk ribbons on his body leaped up like snakes, winding toward Li Tongya. The Maha then swung his large fists, smashing them toward him one after another.

"Bang, bang-bang, bang..."

Within a few breaths, the Wrathful Maha had swung a hundred fists. Li Tongya held his sword to resist, wanting to open the distance, but the golden silk ribbons had already bound his feet, tying them tightly.

"Pfft."

Li Tongya forcibly took a hundred fists from the Compassionate one. The large and small blood vessels on his skin exploded all at once, and he was beaten until his internal organs were shattered. He spat out blood, his whole body turning blood-red, and he hung down limply.

"Fate is set! I shall return to my position!"

The Wrathful Maha laughed loudly, his whole body shining with golden light. He punched into Li Tongya's abdomen, his eyes filled with light. He supported Li Tongya, breathing heavily across a distance of three inches. The golden talismans between his palms lit up one by one, and the last bit of white in his eyes disappeared completely, turning into a deep gold. A burst of loud laughter erupted from his mouth:

"Hahahahahahahahahahaha."

"Cough, cough... Hahahaha... Hahaha."

The Wrathful Maha's loud laughter rang out between heaven and earth. Li Tongya in front of him coughed twice, a smile appearing on his blood-stained face. His body curled up, and he laughed weakly as well.

The Wrathful Maha froze, his handsome smile solidifying on his face. Terror and rage surged from his heart. He slowly raised his head and looked into the distance.

The rain was pouring, and the world was dark and lightless, but the puddles on the ground reflected rays of colorful light slowly emerging in the sky.

"One, two, three... seven, eight, nine."

(End of chapter)