Chapter 734: Battle of the Strong (Part 3)
"It's been broken through again?" Abbot Xuan Si was dumbfounded.
The other seventeen monks were also full of shock.
"I've said it before, you're far too lacking," Duanmu Hong said with a hint of disdainful smile on his lips. "You can't even bring forth one-tenth of the power of the Formation; the old saying really holds true: 'Each generation is inferior to the last!' The legacy that the Ancestor painstakingly created has been squandered by his descendants. It's truly regrettable, such a pity."
"..." Abbot Xuan Si's face turned ashen, and he said not a word.
"If your Ancestors knew about this from beneath the springs, they would be especially angry," Duanmu Hong continued to mock. "You're not young anymore, and death isn't far away for you. I'm really curious, do you have the face to meet your Ancestors after you die?"
"Don't be too arrogant!" Abbot Xuan Si ground his teeth and said, "The Eighteen Arhats Formation consists of eighteen moves; we've only used two, there are sixteen more..."
"Go on, then. Keep it coming. I'll prove with facts that you're really useless, a disgrace to the Ancestors," Duanmu Hong sneered in response.
"Increase the intensity! Attack!" After a brief respite, Abbot Xuan Si led the seventeen junior monks to once again surround and attack Duanmu Hong.
Duanmu Hong stood in place with a smile, employing his superb skills to counter the Eighteen Arhats Formation.
...
Elsewhere.
A group of monks was besieging Gao Fei and He Hentian.
"Let's see who dares to make a move!" Gao Fei took out a Da Dao from his storage ring and placed it directly on the neck of Monk Xuan Wu. "Believe it or not, I'll chop off his head with one swing!"
Monk Xuan Wu was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he trembled uncontrollably.
"Don't be threatened by him!" Monk Xuan Ming said, shakily approaching, "They wouldn't dare to harm the head of Xuan Wu. Just attack! Leave the rest to me!"
"Shua!"
Monk Xuan Wu suddenly lifted his head and glared angrily at Monk Xuan Ming, "Xuan Ming, you despicable villain, you would love for them to kill me, wouldn't you? Then there'd be no one to compete with you for the position of Abbot! Is that right? Let me tell you, even if I die, I will become a vengeful spirit and come to claim your life!!!"
"Xuan Wu," Monk Xuan Ming's expression darkened, "How can you speak like that? We are fellow disciples and grew up together. I've always thought of you as my best brother. Now that you're captured, I'm more anxious than anyone and wish I could rush over to save you right now..."
"Enough, put away your fake compassion," Monk Xuan Wu snorted, "If I believed you, I'd be the world's greatest fool."
"Alas..." Monk Xuan Ming shook his head with a wry smile, "You have a deep misunderstanding of me."
"Misunderstanding my ass," Monk Xuan Wu cursed, "I know what you are better than anyone. You plot and scheme every day, and anyone who threatens your position, you do everything you can to eliminate them. The number of people who have died at your hands over the years is not less than a thousand, at least eight hundred! I aspire to compete for the position of Abbot, and you see me as a thorn in your side, using despicable means to frame me. Luckily, I was vigilant enough not to let you succeed. Now that I've been captured, you jump out to kick me while I'm down... You're not worthy of being human, you're absolute scum! Scum!!!"
"I don't want to explain too much," Monk Xuan Ming said in a calm tone, "Justice lies in the hearts of people, time will prove everything!"
"Shameless! Absolutely shameless! How can there be such a shameless creature like you in the world!" Monk Xuan Wu was so angry it seemed his lungs would explode, "Why doesn't Heaven strike you down with a bolt of Divine Thunder!!! I'm so angry, so very angry!!! Xuan Ming, listen well, if I survive this, I will not let you off!!!"
"For the future of the Myriad Buddhas Sect, I can only sacrifice you, I hope you can understand. Come on, attack, try to capture the enemy alive if possible; if not, then eliminate them directly," Monk Xuan Ming shouted loudly, "What are you hesitating for? The chance to achieve merit is right in front of you! Rush forward, whoever captures the enemy first will be the greatest contributor and will receive a generous reward."
Under the encouragement of Monk Xuan Ming, dozens of monks charged forward...
"Damn it! I'll slaughter these monks first! Then deal with the other monks!" He Hentian raised his Longsword and slashed at Monk Xuan Wu. His thoughts were simple; since Monk Xuan Wu and the others had lost their value, there was no need to keep them alive. Just kill them and be done with it.
"It's over!" Monk Xuan Wu closed his eyes in despair, "This is the end of my life! I can't accept this! I just can't!!! Xuan Ming, even as a ghost, I won't let you off!!!"
"Wait!" Gao Fei stopped He Hentian, "We can't kill them just yet."
"Why?" He Hentian glared and asked, "They've already lost their value to us, so what's the point of keeping them around?"
"You've just heard it, Xuan Ming and Xuan Wu have conflicts. If we kill Xuan Wu, Xuan Ming will be happy."
"Who knows if they're just putting on an act."
"It doesn't seem like acting," Gao Fei shook his head, "Xuan Wu can't be killed, at least not now."
"Fine, I'll listen to you," He Hentian retracted his longsword and then glared viciously at the monk Xuan Wu, "For Gao Fei's sake, I'll let you off this time! But listen well, if you dare to play any tricks, hmph, I will tear you to pieces and chop you up to feed to the dogs."
"No, no, no... I wouldn't dare play any tricks... I really wouldn't..." the monk Xuan Wu said loudly, the feeling of escaping death was just too good. He had thought he was going to die, but who could have expected to survive in the end? Only those who have truly faced death can appreciate the preciousness of life.
"Coward," He Hentian showed a look of contempt, "Spineless trash."
"Old He, let's have a contest to see who can kill more people, shall we? Do you dare?" Gao Fei shouted.
"What's there to fear? The winner will definitely be me!" He Hentian laughed heartily and charged forward, at some point having switched his longsword for a dark, iron staff, about three zhang long and thick as a child's arm, sweeping around with great momentum when swung.
Gao Fei also switched weapons, his broadsword replaced by a large hammer.
The two of them, like two fierce tigers, plunged into the encirclement, killing enemies with broad, sweeping moves.
...
Elsewhere.
Eighteen transcendent tribulation stage high monks were surrounding Duanmu Hong.
"One Buddha is born!"
"Two Buddhas ascend to heaven!"
"Three Buddhas chant the scriptures!"
"Four Buddhas ring the bell!"
"Five Buddhas open their eyes!"
"Six Buddhas turn the heavens!"
...
Abbot Xuan Si and the others deployed six successive powerful moves in one breath. In the sky, Jin Guang shimmered, Buddhist chants filled the air, lights overlapped, and muffled sounds were incessant...
In the face of attacks like a raging storm, Duanmu Hong remained calm and composed without a trace of panic on her face. This was confidence! Confidence that came from deep within her bones! She was an ancient great cultivator and had faced countless dangers in her life. A mere formation was nothing to frighten her.
"Break, break, break!!!"
"Break, break, break!!!"
"Break!!!"
Duanmu Hong raised both hands and struck out six palms at the fastest speed. These six palms combined to form a raging tornado, the furious wind howled with an imposing momentum, easily shattering all the illusions in midair.
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