Chapter 385: Li Taibai arrives fashionably late; Ten Thousand Swords Return to One

"This is..."

Su Hang’s brows furrowed into a "chuan" shape. At this moment, he had completely lost the ability to move. Within his dantian, that vast, sea-like true essence was sealed and imprisoned; he could not even twitch, and the circulation of power within his body seemed to have encountered some obstruction.

"Brother Master Wuchen, could this brat be crippled?" Seeing this, the monk Monk Jingkong asked in surprise.

Master Master Wuchen shook his head. "This brat is somewhat strange. I just tested him; he contains a very powerful energy within his body. Perhaps my cultivation is limited, and I cannot use a lethal strike against him yet. However, with the three of us gathered here, this scoundrel cannot escape even with wings!"

No sooner had Master Master Wuchen finished speaking than the monk Monk Huitong beside him had also finished preparing. Behind him emerged a massive Arhat dharma image. This dharma image was five or six zhang tall, holding a demon-subduing pestle, eyes wide with rage, clad in golden armor. It looked extremely fierce, as if it were a wrathful Vajra from the Buddhist realm, and a vast majesty bore down upon Su Hang.

"Go to hell!"

At this moment, the three shouted in unison. They all struck at once, their auras instantly locking together.

Just then, at the gate of Boluo City, Li Taibai finally returned, and he was holding Li Li Qiushui’s hand, walking toward the city while chatting and laughing.

Looking up, he saw Su Hang covered in blood. After a moment of shock, he abruptly let go of Li Li Qiushui’s hand and soared into the sky.

Extending his sword finger, the long sword at Li Taibai’s waist flew out in response.

"Sword, come! Wind and Cloud!"

With one sword strike, all the long swords in Boluo City appeared in the air, drawn by the pull of his aura.

Subsequently, ten thousand swords returned to one.

Countless long swords surged densely toward Master Master Wuchen and the other two.

This sudden scene caused Master Master Wuchen’s expression to change drastically. When did another Sword Immortal appear!

This sword momentum made Master Master Wuchen unable to help but feel his hair stand on end; he hurriedly threw the prayer beads to the Monk Monk Huitong beside him, pressed his palms together, and spat out a string of Buddhist Sanskrit from his mouth, his body erupting with ten thousand rays of Buddha light as a massive swastika seal condensed to shield him within.

The monk Monk Huitong’s face changed slightly, but he immediately followed suit. Although he was a monk, he was not of mortal flesh and was also proficient in various Buddhist secret techniques, though he was far inferior to Master Master Wuchen and Master Monk Jingkong.

Not only Master Master Wuchen and his companion, but even Master Monk Jingkong sacrificed a golden sarira to shroud himself within.

Those rapidly approaching long swords instantly struck the defensive barrier organized by the three.

Clang, clang, clang—countless long swords collided with the barrier, splashing out a brilliant shower of sparks.

"Boom!"

The next second, with a muffled thud, the barrier constructed by Master Master Wuchen and the others instantly collapsed. A brilliant sword rainbow descended from the sky and struck Master Master Wuchen directly.

Master Master Wuchen let out a miserable cry, his body blasted away dozens of zhang, crashing heavily to the ground. He struggled for a long time but could no longer climb back up.

"Pfft!"

On the other side, the monk Monk Huitong’s situation was no better than Master Master Wuchen’s. Although the sarira had resisted some of the aftermath, it was still shattered by the terrifying sword momentum. His body suffered severe trauma instantly, and after vomiting a mouthful of filthy blood, he fainted.

All of this sounded slow, but in reality, it happened in the blink of an eye. Before Su Hang could react, the three high monks from Tianzhu were all severely injured and had lost their combat effectiveness.

Li Taibai descended from the sky, frowning as he looked at the three high monks lying on the ground.

He then turned his gaze to Su Hang: "What is going on here?"

Su Hang’s thoughts stirred. He adjusted his breathing, took two deep breaths, and feeling slightly more comfortable, he stood up.

"You brat, you finally returned. If you had been a few minutes later, I’m afraid I would have unleashed my ultimate move." Su Hang smiled bitterly, glancing specifically at Master Master Wuchen as he spoke.

Li Taibai followed Su Hang’s gaze, and his brows immediately furrowed. When he had just unleashed his sword, he had clearly sensed a familiar aura from Master Master Wuchen—the exact same aura he had perceived earlier at the Tianlong Temple.

"Does your Excellency truly intend to be an enemy of Tianzhu?"

Master Master Wuchen stood up with difficulty, looking at Li Taibai with a visibly ugly expression.

Li Taibai snorted coldly, "And what if I am an enemy of Tianzhu? You old bald donkey, the more I look at you, the angrier I get. Come, take another sword from me."

As he spoke, Li Taibai’s figure flickered, turning into a streak of light as he swept toward Master Master Wuchen.

"Amitabha!"

Seeing this, Master Master Wuchen muttered a phrase, his expression changing drastically. In his panic, he flashed and disappeared from where he stood.

Li Taibai failed to catch him. He landed on the ground and looked around, but could not see a trace of Master Master Wuchen.

He frowned slightly, a strong sense of crisis rising in his heart. He knew that wanting to kill a Buddhist Vajra Realm expert was nothing but a pipe dream. Although Master Master Wuchen was severely injured, he would absolutely not sit and wait for death.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Just then, several explosions rang in his ears. Su Hang turned his head to look; it was Monk Jingkong preparing an ultimate move nearby.

A massive Buddha handprint was descending directly toward Su Hang.

Around the Buddha handprint, the remaining First-Grade experts who still had combat power also rushed toward Su Hang.

"Well come!"

Su Hang shook his spear, sent Zhang Zhang Wuji flying toward Li Li Qiushui’s side, and charged out holding the spear.

Sweeping along the way, he was unstoppable.

"Swish—"

However, just as Su Hang was about to meet the last First-Grade expert, his body suddenly froze. A golden Zen staff struck the back of Su Hang’s head fiercely.

Su Hang could not react in time; his body was smashed directly onto the ground, his head broken and bleeding.

"Damn it, who ambushed me?" Su Hang was filled with hatred. If he hadn’t reacted quickly just now, his brains would likely have been splattered. This blow to the back of his head was excruciatingly painful, and what made Su Hang even angrier was that it was a sneak attack, and he hadn’t even seen who the sacred person was.

However, just as Su Hang said this, a series of footsteps approached from far to near. Soon, someone stood before him, looking down at the prone Su Hang with a trace of mockery at the corners of their mouth.

This person was thin, wearing a kasaya, and looked to be in his early twenties.

Seeing this person, Su Hang’s pupils shrank, his face full of astonishment.

Because this person was none other than the number one Buddhist figure of Tianzhu, Shi Shi Ejia!

"This person is here too?"

Su Hang swallowed secretly. He knew that if Shi Shi Ejia had arrived, it meant that "that thing" was also due to arrive.

Su Hang’s heart rate accelerated significantly.

"Chief disciple under Shakyamuni, Shi Shi Ejia, pays respects to Master Master Wuchen!"

At this moment, Shi Shi Ejia bowed to Master Master Wuchen with a pious attitude.

Shi Shi Ejia!

Su Hang was shocked. He had long heard of his reputation; this person was the chief disciple under Shakyamuni and had practiced Buddhism for twenty years. Seeing him today, he was indeed extraordinary.