Chapter 302: The Fall of the Wrathful One

At the northernmost end of the Yue Kingdom, there was a majestic peak towering into the clouds. The mountain was winding and continuous, magnificent and spectacular. However, the highest point of the mountain had been struck by a sword, leaving a smooth and level cross-section, making the momentum appear to stagnate, with an indescribable sense of discomfort.

At the cross-section at the highest point, a man in white robes lay half-reclined in the clouds, holding a sword in his arms. The wooden scabbard was plain and unremarkable. His face was covered in mist, making his features unclear.

The north wind at the summit was biting and bone-chilling, yet he wore simple white robes, fiddling with the jade pendant on his sword, muttering:

"Wrathful Jinlian Mohe..."

A woman with fluttering skirts flew up from below, her appearance like clouds and moon, her whole body flowing with Dharma light, her dangling hairpins crystal clear—clearly no ordinary object. She landed on the colorful light and said gently:

"Behind Shangyuan."

"Hmm."

True Person Behind Shangyuan responded, looking out into the distance, as if he could see the situation at Mount Bianyan Mountain through the heavy mist, and said indifferently:

"The Wrathful Countenance is about to die. This gluttonous feast should also come to an end. It is a pity for the millions who died in the Xu Kingdom; they didn't even splash a drop of water."

"Sigh."

The woman frowned, sighed, and replied:

"Indeed... From the Buddhist cultivators marching east to the Great War of Xu, and then to the siege of the Wrathful Jinlian Mohe, it was a feast. Three Mohes of the Seven Paths have walked the path of Fate and collected their mounts. The demon race has two Great Demons achieved. We have recovered our territory and killed the unstable Wrathful Countenance. Each has gained, so it should calm down a bit."

As the female cultivator was speaking, golden light lit up in the distance. Chains surged from the void, locking the golden body of the Wrathful Jinlian Mohe. The Wrathful Jinlian Mohe was roaring at the sky. True Person Behind Shangyuan raised an eyebrow and said softly:

"【Golden Bridge Lock】."

"Indeed."

The female cultivator focused her gaze and replied:

"It is a Dharma treasure bestowed by the Immortal Mansion when True Lord Qingyuan Lushui had merit in the past... It seems the True Lord intends to exterminate him completely, not even leaving a single bit of True Spirit."

When True Person Behind Shangyuan heard this, the thick mist on his face rolled for a while, as if he were enduring something. He suddenly spoke, his tone filled with deep hatred:

"Old bastard, sooner or later I will dismantle his Immortal body, shatter his Golden Core, and make him taste..."

"Behind Shangyuan!"

The female cultivator was shocked, hurriedly pulling his sleeve, and whispered:

"No matter what he is... he is a Golden Core cultivator after all! How can you be so reckless with your words."

"Hmm."

True Person Behind Shangyuan restrained his emotions and nodded as if nothing had happened. His Dharma eyes stared at the cultivator who had landed in the forest until he landed safely. True Person Behind Shangyuan then patted the blue blade in his arms and replied:

"I will go take a look."

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Mount Bianyan Mountain.

"Awoo, awoo, awoo..."

The golden chains of this Dharma treasure burned charred marks on the Wrathful Jinlian Mohe's body. It seemed to have a unique power, making the pain exceptionally intense, causing him to howl in pain.

"Fellow Daoist... is this a Dharma treasure..."

True Person Senior Changxi watched in a daze, his face burning from the power of the Dharma treasure. Beside him, Xiao Xiao Chuting also secretly clicked his tongue. The Early Zifu cultivator who had argued with True Person Senior Changxi in the Great Void sneered and replied:

"After all, it's a small sect; they haven't seen the world."

True Person Zhang Tianyuan nodded lightly. Seeing the embarrassment on True Person Senior Changxi's face, he hurriedly came out to smooth things over, laughing:

"The Master specifically instructed on this trip, saying that the one from Mount Qingchi attached great importance to this matter and had already deployed a Dharma treasure. I didn't expect this Dharma treasure to be so miraculous, making it hard to believe."

True Person Senior Changxi's expression softened a lot. True Person Zhang Tianyuan turned to look at the Early Zifu cultivator again, echoing him.

True Person Xianyao was also shocked when he heard this, clearly also just learning about this. He praised the miraculous nature of the Dharma treasure in his heart. Xiao Xiao Chuting nodded lightly and replied:

"Perhaps it should be called an Immortal Artifact, not a Dharma treasure."

Several True Persons pointed and gestured above. Below, the Wrathful Jinlian Mohe was increasingly painful. His deep golden eyes were wide open. The more painful he was, the angrier he became. His momentum rose vigorously, pulling the Golden Bridge Lock until it creaked.

The group of Early Zifu cultivators cast their supernatural powers, smashing them toward his golden body. For a time, the space between heaven and earth was filled with the radiance of supernatural powers and magic power. The earth shook and the mountains swayed, causing the Mount Bianyan Mountain's earth veins to vibrate and its spiritual energy to wither.

"Stop."

The Early Zifu cultivators were each showing their supernatural powers when, unexpectedly, a faint voice drifted from the sky. Clearly, there was no harshness, yet it flowed past the ears of the group of Early Zifu cultivators, causing everyone to stop and look up silently.

"Which rat wants to stop me..."

Zhang Zhang Tianyuan's expression turned stern, but he suddenly caught sight of the figure holding a sword in the sky. He hurriedly stopped and apologized with a smile:

"Fellow Daoist Behind Shangyuan, this matter was agreed upon by the three sects..."

"Hmm."

True Person Behind Shangyuan nodded and said nonchalantly:

"I naturally know. It's just that you lot are abusing your supernatural powers like this, breaking this stretch of mountain range. In the end, you'll pat your butts and leave, but this place won't have spiritual energy to use for three or five hundred years."

"This..."

True Person Zhang Tianyuan paused. He really hadn't thought of this. He hurriedly said:

"How about I offer a gift of apology..."

"No need."

True Person Behind Shangyuan responded lightly, one hand pressing on his sword, and said gently:

"I'll just kill him with one sword."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone paused.

Regardless of the Wrathful Jinlian Mohe's reincarnation possession, losing his Fate, being suppressed by the Golden Bridge Lock, and being beaten by a group of Early Zifu cultivators until he was gasping for breath, looking like he had only one breath left, Buddhist cultivators were best at saving their own lives. Killing him with one sword was by no means an easy task.

"Please, Fellow Daoist."

True Person Zhang Tianyuan's smile became a bit more genuine, while he sneered inwardly:

"Arrogant fellow."

True Person Behind Shangyuan just looked at the golden body of the Wrathful Jinlian Mohe in front of him, silent for several breaths. The monk caught his breath, eyes wide open, and cursed:

"You sneaky fellow, you..."

True Person Behind Shangyuan stared straight at him. In the dim, yellow perspective of the Wrathful Jinlian Mohe, the mist on True Person Behind Shangyuan's face became increasingly faint. The monk's anger stopped abruptly, staring blankly at his face.

"It's you..."

The Wrathful Jinlian Mohe stared in disbelief, his lantern-sized eyes gazing fixedly. As his anger vanished, his momentum collapsed like flowing water. True Person Behind Shangyuan then slowly drew his sword.

"Clang!"

The long sword left its sheath. Fallen leaves stopped, birds fell, and between heaven and earth, only a bright white remained.

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"Boom!"

In the Short Chen Temple far away in the Zhao Kingdom, the old abbot was silently knocking on the wooden fish beneath the statue of the Wrathful Jin Gang when he heard a series of harsh sounds. The old abbot was stunned and raised his head tremblingly.

Numerous cracks appeared on the Wrathful Jin Gang statue in front of him, starting from the neck, and it shattered all over the ground with a clatter.

"Jinlian Mohe... has fallen..."

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At the Cloud Mo Stone Wall in the Zhao Kingdom, brown-yellow winds blew. A group of monks walked in a line beneath the cliffs. Countless Jin Gang statues on the cliffs glared angrily, in various forms—some holding short sticks, some riding tigers, leopards, whales, or dragons—stretching for a hundred miles, quite spectacular.

The leading monk held a torch, illuminating these statues one by one. He wiped them for a while, then suddenly raised his head with some doubt.

"Crack, crack, crack..."

The eyes of the Wrathful Jin Gang at the very top shattered with a bang, and fine stone powder drifted down, covering the monk's head and face.

"How... could this be..."

"How could this be!"

The group of monks ran around like headless flies, pushing and crying, as if the sky were falling and the earth collapsing. The sound of shattering stone statues continued incessantly, turning into a pile of broken limbs and stones amidst the many cries.

……

Xu Kingdom Earth Cave.

North Liang Buddha Cave.

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The Wrathful Four-Demon Emperor Brake Countenance, the Nine-life Jinlian Mohe, fell at Zhenhui Temple in Mount Bianyan Mountain.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 303 =====