Chapter 733: Battle of the Strong (Part 2)
Abbot Xuan Si internally lamented in distress, where did this woman come from? Both of us are at the Great Perfection of the Tribulation Crossing Stage in our cultivation, so why is there such a big difference in strength?
Facing such a lethal adversary, I fear things won't end well tonight…
This is serious trouble.
No matter what! I must defend the honor of the Myriad Buddhas Sect!
A fierce light flashed in Abbot Xuan Si's eyes as he bellowed, "My fellow brothers, the time to test your mettle has arrived, I command you in my capacity as abbot… to fight to the death against our foe, and absolutely no retreat! Disperse and arrange the formation! Great Arhats Formation!!!"
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!!!"
Over a dozen figures scattered in all directions, taking up different positions and surrounding Duanmu Hong. Including Abbot Xuan Si, there were a total of eighteen monks. These were the most powerful practitioners within the Myriad Buddhas Sect, all of them at the Tribulation Crossing Stage in cultivation.
The Formation they were setting up was known as "Great Arhats Formation," also referred to as "Eighteen Arhats Formation," crafted by eighteen individuals working in tandem—some attacking, some defending, in impeccable coordination. The Eighteen Arhats Formation was the strongest offensive formation of the Myriad Buddhas Sect, mainly designed to combat formidable enemies. It had been tens of thousands of years since the Myriad Buddhas Sect last deployed the Great Arhats Formation, and no one expected this record to be broken today.
Abbot Xuan Si had a solemn expression, his eyes blazing with anger as he shouted, "My fellow brothers, center on me to unleash the might of the Arhats and annihilate our foe!"
"We will follow the abbot's sacred decree!" the seventeen Tribulation Crossing monks roared in unison.
Even though she was surrounded by eighteen experts, Duanmu Hong did not display the slightest hint of anxiety on her face. Instead, she smiled faintly and said in a casual tone, "The Eighteen Arhats Formation, huh… It's quite a renowned formation. I just wonder how much of its potential you monks can draw out. I hope you won't disgrace your ancestors." The Eighteen Arhats Formation was a very ancient formation, well-known for its great power since the Ancient Times. Decades had passed in the blink of an eye, but how many people could truly comprehend the essence of the Eighteen Arhats Formation as it was handed down?
"Attack!" Abbot Xuan Si led the assault, and the other seventeen monks quickly followed suit.
"Interesting," Duanmu Hong seemed unfazed, but she was actually very cautious at heart; after all, it was a formation that had endured since the Ancient Times, and its power was formidable.
"Liberate all sentient beings!"
The eighteen monks raised their hands high, chanting Buddhist scriptures silently. Rings of visible golden light emanated from their bodies, forming a giant net that swooped toward Duanmu Hong.
"Break!"
Duanmu Hong extended a single finger towards the descending net, "Pfft!" The seemingly powerful net shattered instantly, dissolving into specks of light that drifted away with the wind.
"What?" The countenances of the eighteen monks all changed.
"Hmph," Duanmu Hong snorted lightly, "The Eighteen Arhats Formation is a famous formation from the Ancient Times, where eighteen monks transform into Arhats, striking and defending as one, with seamless coordination that can unleash earth-shattering might at the flip of a hand… but what about you? On the surface, it seems like your coordination is in sync, but in reality, you're just pretending. True coordination is a harmony of the spirits, and only through a communion of hearts can you unlock the full power of a formation… You are far from that! You've truly disgraced your ancestors." With that, Duanmu Hong added, "At most, you can exert one-tenth of the formation's power. Compared to your ancestors, you're miles behind."
"Who on earth are you!" Abbot Xuan Si demanded fiercely, "How can you discern the weaknesses of the Eighteen Arhats Formation at a glance?"
"I come from the same era as your ancestors," Duanmu Hong stated placidly.
"Nonsense!" Abbot Xuan Si erupted in rage, "You spout absurdities! How could a person live for hundreds of thousands of years? That's utterly impossible! You dare not reveal your true origin, which shows you come from an ignoble background, afraid of losing face and being ridiculed upon disclosure, am I right?"
"Go to hell," Duanmu Hong cursed vehemently, "Just because you can't live for hundreds of thousands of years, you assume others can't either? Such utter foolishness. Let me tell you, this world has many geniuses with cultivation methods beyond your imagination. They possess abilities to reach the heavens and pierce the earth, and they can employ mystical techniques to extend their lifespans. It's not just living for hundreds of thousands; even living for millions of years is possible." Although Duanmu Hong was exaggerating somewhat, it was undeniable that during the Ancient Times, there were indeed monstrous geniuses who possessed techniques to prolong their lives. But living for millions of years was impossible unless one succeeded in Becoming an Immortal. Mortal bodies could not endure for millions of years. Duanmu Hong's own survival for hundreds of thousands of years was a stroke of immense luck, enduring boundless loneliness and suffering.
To live a longer life, one must pay a certain price; in this world, there's no such thing as a free lunch.
Everything has to be fought for.
"I don't believe it! Absolutely not!" Abbot Xuan Si vigorously shook his head, "Except for immortals, no one can live for hundreds of thousands of years! As for living for millions of years… that's even more nonsensical."
"Believe it or not, what I'm saying is the truth," Duanmu Hong hummed, "It's only because of your limited experience and narrow knowledge. People like you are just wasting time, wasting air, and wasting emotions. If I were you, I would have hit my head against a rock and killed myself long ago to avoid further embarrassment." Duanmu Hong's mouth was really too sharp, one biting comment after another, rendering Abbot Xuan Si's face alternating between shades of red and white, his chest heaving violently.
Hold back!
You must hold back!
The other party is deliberately angering me, trying to throw me into disarray so she can take the opportunity to break the formation. I must not fall for it!
Take a deep breath! Another deep breath! Still not working? Then keep taking deep breaths!!!
After taking a dozen or so deep breaths, he finally suppressed the rage in his chest! Abbot Xuan Si's gaze turned icy as he looked at Duanmu Hong: "You think you can anger me with such despicable methods? Wishful thinking! Today, I will let you see what I'm capable of! Fellow disciples, perform the second spell."
"Buddha's Light Shines Everywhere!"
The eighteen monks pressed their palms together, bowed their heads in respect, and mouthed difficult and arcane spells. Layers of halos emerged from their bodies, converging to form a golden luminous barrier. Faintly, one could hear the chanting of Buddhist hymns. The golden barrier, carrying an immense force, pressed towards Duanmu Hong.
Duanmu Hong's lips curved slightly upward, forming a crescent arc, "If it were your ancestor casting this spell, I would certainly retreat far away. But with you performing it… hmm, it's far from adequate." Duanmu Hong slowly raised her hand, and with a palm strike towards the golden barrier, she shouted, "Break!!!"
"Omm!!!"
A whirlwind emerged from nowhere and roared towards the golden barrier.
"Boom!!!"
In an instant, the whirlwind collided with the golden barrier, creating an earth-shattering noise.
"Crack!! Crack!!! Craaack!!!"
The two forces were locked for one second, then cracks began to appear on the golden barrier, growing longer and wider by the second… In the blink of an eye, the golden barrier was filled with cracks, resembling a huge spider web.
Unfortunately, it was not an actual spider web…
So…
"Crash!"
The golden barrier shattered instantly, breaking into threads blown away by the wind… Simultaneously, the whirlwind also dissipated, gradually vanishing between heaven and earth.
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