Chapter 518: Chapter 519: Heart Flame Wanxiang, Deng Huo Rulai

“Buddha shows mercy, the sea of suffering is boundless, turning back is the shore. Zhong Benefactor, the Heavenly Sword Sacred Land and our Ten Thousand Buddha Holy Land have friendly relations. I urge you not to cause regretful incidents that may spark a conflict between the two great sacred lands.”

Chuandeng Monk endured the pain on his body, slowly sitting up with utmost sincerity in his tone.

“The eloquence of the Buddhist sect is indeed unmatched, blooming like a lotus, yet utterly useless.”

Zhong Lin stepped forward and instantly appeared in front of Chuandeng Monk, pressing a palm atop his head.

“If I’ve killed, so be it. What can the Ten Thousand Buddha Holy Land do to me?”

Zhong Lin’s voice was indifferent, filled with unending overbearingness.

“Buddha shows mercy.”

Chuandeng Monk dared not speak further, closing his eyes slightly, as though resigned to fate. However, his body trembled continuously, indicating his heart was far from serene.

“Benefactor, I am willing to reveal the location of Long Zhao, hoping you spare my life.”

Chuandeng Monk finally opened his eyes, unable to resist pleading.

“Where?”

“Just at…”

Buzz!

Chuandeng Monk’s eyes widened suddenly, shouting loudly, as a bronze ancient lamp appeared above his head, violently shaking off Zhong Lin’s arm.

The bronze ancient lamp grew against the wind, turning into a giant lamp in an instant, with a golden flame burning fiercely inside, illuminating all directions.

The flame burned without any temperature, instead giving a sense of compassion, tranquility, and harmony, instilling a desire to extinguish one’s inner rage and only wish to take refuge in the Buddhist sect.

But such a spiritual technique had no effect on Zhong Lin, who had long mastered his spirit domain, easily suppressing it.

“Heart Flame Wanxiang, Deng Huo Rulai, illuminating all directions, suppressing evil spirits.”

Chuandeng Monk roared as his blood converged into the bronze ancient lamp, burning the Wanxiang Heart Flame Fire with his own Buddhist blood as fuel, transforming into endless illusions enveloping Zhong Lin.

Simultaneously, he raised his right palm, and instantly, a golden Buddha palm materialized from the void, with a “卍” rune in the palm, five perfect fingers with numerous Buddha’s shadows on the patterns.

“Heavenly above, earthly below, I alone am honored!”

Rumble!

With a thunderous sound akin to tens of thousands of thunders exploding, the soil within hundreds of miles beneath Chuandeng Monk’s feet exploded, boundless gusts sweeping the vast yellow earth.

A gigantic Tathagata Dharma Body’s phantom faintly appeared behind him, his qi-blood roaring, his fist intent trembling, accompanying his sudden stomp.

The towering Tathagata Dharma Body behind him raised both hands, similarly stepping forward, his whole body shaking, forming two massive fist seals.

Golden light emerged.

As the fist seal emerged, space-time seemed to suddenly freeze, all colors, light, smells, sounds, etc., lost their color, becoming unconscious, having no visual nor audio senses, thoughts seemingly non-existent.

Even the spectators in the distance seemed to fall into an inexplicable state for a moment, as if the whole world no longer turned.

“Good!”

Zhong Lin’s expression shifted slightly, unable to restrain his admiration.

“The martial arts of the Buddhist sect indeed have their unique aspects, but it’s unfortunate you encountered me.”

“Sword Domain!”

Zhong Lin gently uttered these two words, and in an instant, the void shook fiercely, the world suddenly returned to clarity, and the storm formed by the rolling auras instantly calmed down.

His finger lightly pointed out, the endless sword intent arose, suppressing everything under the heavens.

The giant Tathagata Dharma Body’s phantom behind Chuandeng Monk, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, was crushed within a moment.

The finger continued forward, lightly tapping on Chuandeng Monk’s forehead.

With a clear sound, the divine light in Chuandeng Monk’s eyes dimmed instantly, turning to ashen.

Silence!

Everyone was horrified by the scene in front of them, including those watching from afar like Lan Qihua, Kuang Hao, Fang Yun, each person’s eyelids twitching.

Dead.

A supreme expert of the ninth layer heaven of the Buddha Domain’s Life and Death Realm died silently in front of them. Such a cultivation level is among the top-tier true disciples even in the Ten Thousand Buddha Holy Land, now dead so easily, and the one who killed him was merely at the sixth layer heaven of the Life and Death Realm.

“A ninth layer heavenly Bodhisattva Path expert and two fifth layer heavenly Arhat Path experts just died like that?”

“This is significant, such three experts are irreplaceable losses for any holy land, the Ten Thousand Buddha Holy Land would never let this go lightly.”

“Hmph! If they won’t let it go, so what? Fighting at the same level, life and death are by fate, Chuandeng Monk was simply not skilled enough, even the Ten Thousand Buddha Holy Land can’t argue.”

The speaker gazed passionately at Zhong Lin standing in the void, eyes full of fanaticism, and then took a step forward, loudly saying, “Sword Domain Jianyang Sword Sect’s Cheng Xingye, greets the Sixth Saint Heir, congratulating the Sixth Saint Heir on slaying the formidable foe, enhancing our Sword Dao’s might. I once saw Chuandeng and his company residing in a valley a thousand miles southeast, the person the Sixth Saint Heir seeks might be there.”

Zhong Lin heard this, glanced at the speaker, slightly raising his eyebrows.

“Jianyang Sword Sect’s Cheng Xingye?”

“Yes.”

“Not bad, hold my token, you may seek me at the sacred land.”

With a wave of the hand, a white jade token fell into Cheng Xingye’s hand.

“Thank you, Sixth Saint Heir.”

Cheng Xingye received the token, his face filled with ecstasy, kneeling on one knee like a mountain crumbling.

Such behavior, instead of drawing scorn from those around, was met with envy, with regrets for not having seized such an opportunity.

This was the Sixth Saint Heir of the Heavenly Sword Sacred Land! Moreover the inheritor of the Sword Pavilion, observing today’s mighty sixth layer heaven defeating the ninth layer heaven, there’s hope for even sealing kinghood in the future.

To be noticed by such a formidable figure is practically ascending to greatness!

Zhong Lin stood there coldly, hands on his back, his eyes fixed on Kuang Hao and Lan Qihua in the void.

“Ancient Spirit Sacred Land’s Lan Qihua, greets Junior Brother Zhong, with respect for Junior Brother’s divine power.”

Lan Qihua’s face was covered with a smile, not daring to be arrogant, but still calling him junior brother.

He himself was at the eighth layer heaven of the Life and Death Realm, also from the same era as Chi Zhonglin, calling Zhong Lin junior brother was not unreasonable.

Kuang Hao also reigned in his arrogance, not daring to neglect when facing someone as formidable as Zhong Lin.

“Thunderbolt Sacred Land’s Kuang Hao, greets Zhong Brother.”

Zhong Lin glanced at the two men, his voice cold, “The Thunder Beast has an owner, you two… stand down.”

With this demeanor, Lan Qihua’s complexion changed slightly, while Kuang Hao was taken aback, then infuriated by Zhong Lin’s overt arrogance.

“Refusal means… death!”

Zhong Lin lightly clenched his palm, a dragon’s shadow rising behind him, merging with the void’s thunder, forming a meandering thunder giant dragon, radiating thunder light as it roared.

The ’Dragon Playing in the Sea’ is cultivated for its imposing presence, once mastered, one can project one’s power outward, from the inside to the outside, mastering all directions, harnessing the power of heaven and earth, a pool of water can stir waves a thousand feet high.

Though Zhong Lin hadn’t practiced thunder attribute martial arts, Long Tiansheng controlled thunder, capable of transforming thunder into power with a mere thought.

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