Chapter 1632: Are Demons Toying With Us?

"This... how is this possible?"

The old monk could hardly believe what he saw.

Having cultivated for many years and diligently refined his Buddha Dharma, there were only a handful of people across the entire Immortal Cloud Continent who could rival him in this art.

The Diamond Wrathful Eyes he had just unleashed was the Great Vehicle Vajra Dharma from within the Buddha Dharma, possessing overwhelming power against the demons of the world.

Even a demon who had cultivated to the Immortal Venerable realm would absolutely not last a quarter of an hour against this move of his.

Yet this great demon had shattered his Diamond Wrathful Eyes with a single palm strike!

And even caused him to suffer severe backlash!

All this was done by merely a wisp of a Divided Soul; it was simply unbelievable!

"Old monk, your Buddha's Diamond Wrathful Eyes technique hasn't even learned three-tenths of Shakyamuni's power, yet you dare try to suppress This Seat?" Swirling with Black Qi, the demon looked down upon the old monk from above, his voice full of disdain, "If Shakyamuni himself used this move, I might fear him by three-tenths, but as for you... just accept your death obediently!"

"Do not be presumptuous! Before my Buddha, you demons are nothing but trivialities!" The old monk took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the blood overflowing from his mouth, and spoke with great difficulty.

The demon let out a cold smile, raised his pitch-black palm, and pressed it down toward the old monk: "Go to the Netherworld and tell Shakyamuni that the day I completely break free from my confinement will be the day your Buddhist Sect is extinguished!"

Gritting his teeth, the old monk forcibly climbed up from the ground, sat cross-legged, joined his palms together, and began chanting Buddhist Scriptures loudly.

"The Bodhisattva of Freedom and Contemplation, when practicing the profound Prajna Paramita..."

Surging Immortal Yuan poured out from the old monk's body, while intense Golden Light descended from the heavens, enveloping him.

The Vajra's Wrathful Gaze Statue behind him, which had already been withered, solidified once more upon being illuminated by the Golden Light.

"Evil demon, with this poor monk here, it is absolutely impossible for you to emerge into the world!"

Roaring fiercely, countless golden Meridians suddenly surfaced on the old monk's body, with vast amounts of Golden Light flowing within them, just like Fish swimming freely in a River.

At the same time, that huge Vajra's Wrathful Gaze Statue also sat cross-legged, its Expression gradually becoming peaceful as it joined its palms together, actually assuming the exact same posture as the old monk.

"True Form of Buddha? You old thing actually possess some ability." The demon was somewhat surprised, not expecting the old monk to have cultivated such a Dharma Idol, "What a pity... meeting This Seat today, your True Form of Buddha will never become a True Buddha!"

Seeing the demon raise a single palm toward the sky and roar in a low voice: "Red Dragon!"

Black Qi instantly surged upward, gathering between his palms to form a massive black dragon.

"Roar!"

The dragon lowered its head, its voice booming like a great bell!

The space around them was distorted by this single roar, with visible ripples spreading outward, causing the surrounding gravel to vanish instantly under the impact.

"Demon!" The old monk shouted loudly, veins bulging on his forehead as he pushed both palms fiercely toward the sky, "Convert to my Buddha!"

Boom!

The True Form of Buddha, with palms facing the sky, thrust forward violently!

Although the movement appeared extremely slow, in reality, it reached the demon in the blink of an eye.

"Hmph, overestimating your own strength!" The demon let out a cold smile and slammed his single palm downward.

The Black Dragon roared, opening its Ferocious Look blood-filled maw to bite at the True Form of Buddha.

Bang!

In an instant, the True Form of Buddha collided with the giant dragon, directly blasting the surrounding onlookers flying into the air.

The surviving Immortal Kings and Immortal Venerables, upon witnessing this scene, were so terrified that their Divine Souls nearly left their bodies.

"Heavens... what level of battle is this exactly?"

"That old monk is merely at the Immortal Venerable realm, yet he can unleash such tremendous power!"

"The key point is, where did this demon come from?"

"Too terrifying; this demon's strength is simply comparable to an Immortal Emperor! I have never seen such a powerful Existence!"

The crowd did not know that this demon was currently nothing more than a Divided Soul.

If they knew this fact, they would likely be frightened into fainting on the spot.

If a single Divided Soul could exert such power, should the main body emerge, the Immortal Cloud Continent would likely suffer catastrophic devastation!

The Immortal Kings and Immortal Venerables present did not possess formidable cultivation; they could only be considered of medium level.

Therefore, they were completely unable to intervene in a battle of this magnitude and could only hope that the old monk could hold it back.

"Boom!"

The Black Dragon and the Buddha were locked in a stalemate, struggling against each other; seeing this, the old monk let out a low roar as golden flames began to surge from his entire body.

"You old thing actually dare to burn your Buddha Origin?" The demon exclaimed in surprise, "Did your Master not teach you that burning your Buddha Origin will cause your Soul Dissipation after death, barring you from Reincarnation?"

Gritting his teeth tightly, blood overflowing from the corners of his mouth, the old monk said: "As long as I can suppress you, demon, what does it matter if my soul dissipates!"

"You have backbone!" The demon laughed loudly twice and raised his other hand, "In that case, This Seat will send you on your way!"

Seeing Black Qi surge from his other hand as well, converging into another Black Dragon that howled at the sky and lunged to devour the True Form of Buddha.

The old monk's eyes nearly split open in rage: "You... you actually still have strength remaining?!"

He had thought that by burning his Buddha Origin, it would be sufficient to suppress this demon.

But he never expected that this demon, sealed for who knows how many years, still possessed such tremendous power, and had not even revealed it until now!

"Go meet your Buddha Master!" The demon laughed wildly as the two Black Dragons entwined and pounced upon the golden True Form of Buddha.

Crack!

Under the horrified gazes of the crowd, that huge True Form of Buddha was instantly struck with cracks!

The cracks spread like a spiderweb, quickly covering the entire True Form, before shattering explosively with a "Bang!"

"Pah!"

The old monk immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, his whole body flying backward, soaring past the crowd before landing in the distant Desert, his life or death unknown.

The hearts of the crowd instantly sank to the bottom!

"It's over... even this high monk couldn't stop him; we are dead for sure!"

"Run quickly! What are you standing here for!"

"Stop watching the show, hurry back to the sect and ask the Sect Master to act!"

Just as they were about to flee, a bone-piercing chill suddenly swept over them.

The crowd slowly turned their heads, only to see two red beams of light piercing through the Black Fog and landing on them.

"Hehehe... you little snacks, become This Seat's first aid in breaking through!"

A Ferocious Look voice came rushing over, carrying endless killing intent!

A giant hand made of Black Fog reached out, Shrouding the Heavens and blocking out the sun, swiping down at the crowd.

The crowd turned the color of Golden Paper, their breathing nearly stopping at this moment, their legs trembling.

As expected, what awaited them would be endless darkness and damnation!

Boom!

The Black Fog giant hand crashed down, engulfing the crowd.

The Demon nodded in satisfaction, just about to head back when he suddenly sensed something amiss.

Looking back, he was instantly dumbfounded.

He saw that his Black Fog giant hand had simply dispersed, like actual mist.

The engulfed crowd looked around, a wave of bewilderment rising in their hearts.

Is this Demon... toying with us?