Chapter 413

Xie Tiao made a starting gesture and infused true energy into his hands.

Just as Lord Chuan Ying's sword-and-knife deadly strike neared, Xie Tiao suddenly pulled two books from his bosom.

"Here you go!"

Saying this, he directly threw the two books into Lord Chuan Ying's deadly strike.

"…"

This move caught everyone completely off guard.

Lord Chuan Ying was utterly baffled, thinking: Xie Tiao, are you stupid?

These two secret manuals, when studied together, could grant supreme divine art.

And you just casually toss them away?

"Ah! You bastard, Xie Tiao!"

Lord Chuan Ying truly felt his rage explode!

He hastily retracted his deadly strike and carefully reached out to catch the two secret manuals.

"Hmph, you've fallen for it!"

As Lord Chuan Ying was about to grasp the manuals, Xie Tiao roared, his entire body brimming with true energy, and slammed a palm toward Lord Chuan Ying.

After all, he was a former Evil Emperor—how could he surrender without a fight?

In this palm strike, Xie Tiao didn't just use true energy—he directly activated the Devil Seed.

The spiritual power of the Devil Seed erupted wildly.

Even someone as powerful as Lord Chuan Ying, caught off guard, was tainted by Xie Tiao's spiritual power.

Instantly, he felt dizzy and disoriented, nearly dropping his sword and knife.

"Xie Tiao, you disgrace yourself as a great master…"

Lord Chuan Ying was furious, but the two secret manuals were his mission—he couldn't possibly let them go.

Yet if Xie Tiao's move continued, to keep the manuals meant taking the full blow.

But Xie Tiao was unleashing his full strength—Lord Chuan Ying couldn't be sure he'd survive the impact unharmed.

Even if he endured it, he'd likely lose this duel.

In a flash of thought, he reversed his grip and hurled his sword and knife, pouring half his true energy into the throw.

"Useless!"

Xie Tiao assumed Lord Chuan Ying merely wanted to block him—not fight back with full force—and thus fell again under the Devil Seed's spiritual influence.

How could he possibly stop me?

Without hesitation, he pushed his true energy further, amplifying the Devil Seed's spiritual power.

One strike!

Would decide victory or defeat!

"Lord Chuan Ying, die!"

Lord Chuan Ying gripped the two secret manuals in one hand, hurled his sword and knife with the other, then reached into his bosom and pulled out the jade tablet.

"The one who will die… is you…"

He hurled the jade tablet straight at Xie Tiao.

"Ah… no… don't…"

Xie Tiao turned pale—this jade tablet, even Cang Qu couldn't dare confront—what if it struck me?

Before he could finish the thought, the jade tablet collided with Xie Tiao's attack.

In an instant, vast, majestic radiance spilled forth.

Layer by layer, Dao rhythms spread like ripples.

Each layer of Dao rhythm made everyone except Lord Chuan Ying—including Cang Qu—tremble violently.

Xie Tiao, directly hit by the first layer of Dao rhythm, instantly had his black hair turn white.

"No, I don't want to die… Cang Qu, save me…"

Xie Tiao tried to flee, but the Dao rhythm's impact was terrifying.

Before he could finish speaking, the second layer of Dao rhythm arrived instantly.

"I won't accept this…"

Muttering his final words, Xie Tiao turned to ash, leaving not a single trace.

Only then did Lord Chuan Ying act, using the secret method described by Ximen Wudi to retrieve the jade tablet.

The radiance faded; all hearts were shaken with lingering dread.

"This is Ximen Wudi's power…"

Cang Qu truly felt despair.

When the jade tablet had disrupted the Heavenly Demon's stance, he'd merely thought Ximen Wudi was only a few minor realms above him.

Though the gap was large, with enough investment and secret techniques, he'd still had hope of catching up.

But now…

These two layers of Dao rhythm had nearly shattered Cang Qu's spirit.

Only then did he realize—the gap between Ximen Wudi and himself wasn't a chasm.

It was nearly an entire galaxy!

Must it be this crushing?

Cang Qu truly felt broken.

Others, like Long Xiang Seng and Huan Xi Seng, were even spitting blood from their mouths.

Clearly, although the two were not the main target of this Dao resonance shockwave, they still suffered no light injuries.

"250—and the He Shi Bi!"

"Everyone, these two manuals—does anyone else still want them?"

Having received the manuals, Lord Chuan Ying shook the jade pendant in his hand, looked at the crowd of experts whose blood and Qi were churning, and asked a question.

"Hmph! Matters here concluded, this seat shall go into closed-door cultivation! Your Majesty, farewell."

Cang Ju had made a grand entrance today, but the face of "Heavenly Demon" had nearly been smashed to pieces.

Unable to flare up no matter what, he could only cup his fists toward Wu Zetian, and his figure flashed and vanished in an instant.

"Amitabha, since there is no more business here, the two manuals should rightfully go to the Qinglong Society, so this poor monk and his senior brother shall also take our leave."

A flush of red colored Long Xiang Seng's face—clearly he could not be like Cang Ju.

He chanted a Buddhist invocation toward Wu Zetian, preparing to take Monk Huanxi and leave.

Monk Huanxi said nothing, swept his wide sleeve, and rolled it toward Shan Wanjing.

"Impudence…"

The Daoist who had earlier fought Monk Huanxi with all his strength now struck out directly once again.

One move met Monk Huanxi's strike once more.

"Why bother! Enemies should be reconciled, not bound tighter!"

Long Xiang Seng spoke words of mediation, but in truth swept his great hand.

One dragon, one elephant—Dragon and Elephant Harmonize!

Together with Monk Huanxi, he attacked toward that Daoist.

"Elder Sun! Damnable! Quickly aid Elder Sun, save Shan Wanjing!"

Wu Zetian's face was ugly. Lord Chuan Ying had come to cause trouble, and killing Xie Tiao who had just defected to Great Tang could be overlooked.

After all, the thighs of the Qinglong Society and Ximen Wudi were simply too thick.

Great Tang had suffered quite a few losses, truly could not afford to offend them.

But what kind of green onions were Long Xiang Seng and Monk Huanxi?

They actually wanted to imitate Lord Chuan Ying, taking Shan Wanjing away from right under her own eyelids?

Is that possible?

"Stay!"

Several Great Tang Nation-Protecting Elders struck out together, joining the surnamed-Sun Daoist to pincer-attack the two monks, Long Xiang and Huanxi.

"Amitabha, this is not the way Great Tang treats its guests, is it!"

Above the Great Ming Palace, behind the two monks, a child slowly walked out—it was none other than the Living Buddha of Lotus Life.