Chapter 1656: Living Up to the Reputation

"The Dharma Cultivators of Huaxia truly live up to their reputation." Huang Jue no longer spoke with the composure he had just a moment ago.

After battling Chen Yu, he had already figured out just how strong Chen Yu's power was.

Just now in the great hall, he had relied on a Divine Artifact to barely manage a draw with Chen Yu, but in reality, he had already fallen into a disadvantage and suffered some internal injuries.

If not for the blessing of the Demon-Subduing Pestle, this old monk would likely have already vomited blood and been severely wounded by now.

"You flatter me. However, the Master only managed to tie with me by relying on the weapon in his hand; there is no need to discuss who is stronger, is there?" Chen Yu sneered: "Master, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot."

"Heh heh, this old monk has not yet displayed all his methods. You are drawing conclusions so quickly? Not good, truly not good." The old monk shook his head slightly, then struck the Demon-Subduing Pestle in his hand heavily against the ground and pressed his palms together.

A deep, resonant Buddha chant erupted from his mouth, and then he shook his arms.

One could see a Buddha Light rising from the Demon-Subduing Pestle, followed immediately by a massive 'Wan' symbol spreading out across the ground.

The divine 'Wan' symbol enveloped the entire surrounding area, and immediately after, countless beams of light shot out from the ground.

The Buddhist 'Wan' Mantra—that this old monk could still unleash such an extremely righteous and yang-aligned spell while in a state of being possessed by a Demon is truly something not many can compare to.

Chen Yu let out a clear whistle, shook the Lichen in his hand, and slashed forward with his sword.

One could see the brilliance of Lichen overflowing, and a river of swords formed in this instant.

Within the surging sword river, tens of thousands of Sword Radiance whistled and swirled, and the Sword Intent, like a raging sea, roared forth to confront the Buddha Light.

This sword strike is named: 'Sword River of the Nine Heavens'.

As the sword river swept over, the old monk pressed his hands together, desperately trying to maintain the 'Wan' Mantra.

However, under Chen Yu's heaven-toppling sword momentum, no matter how much effort he exerted, it was to no avail.

Boom... After supporting it for only a moment, the might of the sword river pressed in, and that 'Wan' symbol only held for a moment before collapsing with a crash.

Huang Jue spat out a mouthful of blood with a 'pfft' sound. He retreated several steps in succession, and the Buddha Light on the Demon-Subduing Pestle standing on the ground flickered a few times before dimming into darkness.

Huang Jue's face was deathly pale; he raised his head and glared at Chen Yu, gritting his teeth.

He was unwilling to accept this. He possessed a Divine Artifact like the Demon-Subduing Pestle; although it was not a true Divine Artifact, it was an item obtained by some great master in the ancient era, stained with Divine Power.

Moreover, he possessed the Eight Great Vajras Zhiju; his strength was such that he could walk sideways in Fusang, an invincible existence.

Yet, he never imagined he would be beaten like this by a young man, a fact he found hard to accept.

"Unwilling to accept it?" Chen Yu retracted his right hand, and Lichen vanished from his grasp. He sneered: "Now, do I have the qualifications to send you to the Ultimate Bliss World?"

"This is impossible." Huang Jue stared at Chen Yu: "How could I possibly be defeated?"

"Indeed, in Fusang, your strength is truly hard to defeat, but in the eyes of many Huaxia Dharma Cultivators, your strength can only barely be considered upper-middle." Chen Yu smiled.

"So your defeat is inevitable; there is nothing to be unwilling about. Even if I gave you another chance, the result would still be the same."

"Good, good... worthy of being a Dharma Cultivator of Huaxia." Huang Jue straightened his body and grinned hideously: "To possess the strength of the Spirit Rhinoceros Realm at such a young age is truly formidable."

"You are quite familiar with the Dharma Cultivators of Huaxia." Chen Yu smiled slightly: "Moreover, the Eight Great Vajras Zhiju you cultivate is somewhat similar to certain Buddhist techniques of our Huaxia. At least half of your current strength comes from Huaxia, right?"

"That's right, I admit it. Much of my strength comes from Huaxia." Huang Jue laughed: "Although I am no match for you, rest assured, I will definitely find a way to send you to your graves today."

"Too obsessed." Chen Yu shook his head: "You were infected by a virus, then struggled to hold on with Buddha Power, and the Heart Demon took the opportunity to enter, right? But I feel it's not quite like that."

"Your Heart Demon couldn't be this strong, and although your situation looks a bit like being possessed by a Demon, in the final analysis, it isn't."

"I am not possessed by a Demon?" The expression on Huang Jue's face was somewhat confused; he himself had believed he was possessed.

"When I first saw you, I also thought you were possessed, but after exchanging blows with you, I discovered that is not the case." Chen Yu shook his head and said: "It is not that you are possessed by a Demon, but that your bodily consciousness has been controlled."

"I am controlled? Who could control me? I am Huang Jue, I am an enlightened high monk." The expression on Huang Jue's face twisted uncertainly; he clutched his head and said crazily: "How could I be like this? Why is it like this?"

"The ghost you have been nourishing." Chen Yu grinned: "When you were nourishing it, you probably didn't expect that its soul had actually been there all along."

"All these years, you have been performing rites for it with scriptures and incense, invisibly nourishing its soul into form." Chen Yu smiled: "And its consciousness and Mind Power have also been growing stronger in the dark."

"And its soul has been nourished by you into a physical entity; it has been constantly growing stronger until now, when it can control you." Chen Yu sneered: "And you still don't know it even now; I have to say, this is a tragedy."

"Is that so?" Huang Jue stared blankly at Chen Yu, his consciousness somewhat dazed.

Unknowingly, he had already raised the ghost to such a powerful state, yet he had been unaware of it.

"Even now, are you still obsessed and unawakened?" Chen Yu looked at him and sighed slightly: "You are an enlightened high monk; you shouldn't be ignorant of this."

"I... understand." Huang Jue suddenly realized: "These past few days, my consciousness has been under influence, and I have been struggling against it. Because I hadn't been affected by the disease before, it couldn't do anything to me."

"Now, I have contracted the illness, and it was able to take advantage of the weakness. No wonder, no wonder..."

"Chen Yu, what are you talking about? What exactly happened to Master Huang Jue?" Chuan Naizi stood to the side, feeling somewhat bewildered.

She did not understand what the conversation between Chen Yu and Huang Jue meant, but suddenly, Huang Jue let out a muffled groan.

A large hole tore open in his chest, and then a pair of hands clad in crimson armor stretched out from his chest, ripping Huang Jue's body into two halves by force.

A tall figure burst out from Huang Jue's body.

This person was clad in crimson armor, his body extremely tall, his entire face covered by a bright red mask, and his attire was that of an ancient Fusang general.

"Master Huang Jue..." Chuan Naizi screamed in shock; she tried to step forward, but was pulled behind by Chen Yu.