leonardwarren Chapter 134 Standoff
Chapter 134 Standoff
Thunderclaps, like spears, fell intermittently, striking the floor tiles around the Yanwu Platform with a clanging sound and scattering in all directions.
The rain, like sharp arrows, swept across the heavens with overwhelming force, striking the bodies of the monks below the platform with a clanging and clattering sound, causing them to cry out in agony.
"This rain...it's so cold!"
All the monks stared blankly up at Fang Hongxuan, who seemed to control the heavens and was arrogant and invincible.
"With such power, is he planning to destroy the entire Golden Peak Mountain?!"
No one spoke rudely anymore. Even the monks who had previously been criticizing him cowered and rushed into the crowd, as if this would wash away all their previous grievances.
On the stands
Apart from Huijing, the other five abbots all looked unwell, as if they had eaten cold, spoiled fatty meat sauce, making people feel suffocated just looking at them.
"Wait a little longer, he's about to cross the critical point!"
...
"Hahaha... That's it! That's exactly what I want! With my lifeblood as fuel and my will as firewood, let's fight to the bitter end, until we die!"
With eyes bulging and looking like a madman, Zhi Feng rode the waves, carrying the phantom of a three-headed beast, and charged towards Fang Hongxuan!
"Oh no! His madness has flared up again! This time he's even burning his own lifeblood!"
"He's destroying his own foundation in order to secure a decisive and exhilarating battle to the death!"
"We must stop him!"
In an instant, all the abbots' expressions changed.
Zhifeng was not like this by nature. He was originally a disciple of the Dharma Hall. His talent was not outstanding, and he was also quite kind-hearted.
If that were the case, it would be fine, but he always manages to defeat his opponents decisively in every competition. It's only natural that such an anomaly would attract Hui Du's attention.
Upon closer examination, the reason he was able to win easily every time was that he had a photographic memory. He had been watching his fellow disciples practice martial arts, and over time he had been able to spot their weaknesses and flaws.
Furthermore, Zhifeng was particularly fond of studying classical texts, and even the incomplete "Immovable Wrathful Deity Mantra" was restored by him through the notes left by his predecessors in the Sutra Repository.
All of these factors combined made him the strongest whetstone in the Great Temple.
At first, Zhifeng was unwilling to do so, but Huidu threatened Huijing's life, which forced Zhifeng to suffer endless torment every day.
Day after day, year after year.
Despite his timid nature, Zhifeng developed a fierce and ruthless personality.
He would stop at nothing to win.
If Huidu hadn't planned to let Guangyan achieve success in his cultivation and then have Zhifeng fight him to the death, Huidu would have already absorbed the increasingly uncontrollable Zhifeng.
...
Seeing this, Huijing couldn't help but feel a pang of pity and tenderness in her eyes.
Immediately, an overwhelming sense of guilt spread through his heart.
"If this humble monk were not incompetent, how could my most favored disciple have been kidnapped by Huidu to serve as a whetstone for the Great Ruo Temple?!"
Although Huijing never blamed Huidu for his actions, she would burst into tears whenever she thought of the disciples in the Dharma Hall going to the other four branches because of resource issues.
At this moment, Huijing, her eyes reddening, opened her mouth wide, but ultimately failed to ask her cousin Huidu for help.
"It's all my fault...it's all my fault for being too cowardly..."
"Abbot, are you sure you shouldn't get involved?"
Hui Du's indignant gaze never left the two people locked in fierce combat, her mood constantly shifting.
"How can you intervene? Do you intend for the Holy Mother of Salvation to be directly resurrected? Once she takes the stage, only one person can continue!"
...
Fang Hongxuan recalled the mirage dragon's methods of manipulating lightning. He raised his sword high, his eyes flashing with inexhaustible madness and violence.
"Ray is coming!"
Rumble!
A thunderous roar, as thick as a water bucket, crashed down directly towards Fang Hongxuan, its terrifying force so overwhelming that the surrounding monks could barely lift their heads.
The oppressive atmosphere made all the disciples feel as if a massive boulder was crushing their hearts, making it impossible to open them up again.
Despite its massive Yanwu Platform being protected by three layers of defense—turbulent waves, bluestone bricks, and black iron—it still appeared somewhat inadequate under the overwhelming might of Heaven.
The bluestone bricks, already unable to withstand the pressure, turned into dust and mixed into the surging water.
Wherever Zhifeng went, incomplete footprints appeared on the black iron on the ground.
"Are we going to lose? No! Not enough! This is far from enough!"
Zhifeng roared to the sky, as if he wanted to unleash the depression that had accumulated in his heart for many years.
The chaos, the spotted tiger, the giant python, and the yaksha intensified until they finally merged into one and vanished within Zhifeng's body.
"What is he trying to do?!"
The courtyards surrounding Yanwu Field collapsed completely, and the billowing dust was about to rise but was knocked down by the rain.
Do not be distressed, for I vow to help you; though all beings are countless, my vows are also countless...
A vast and ethereal voice echoed in the hearts of everyone in the martial arts arena... The formless and intangible, neither male nor female, soothing chanting gradually solidified until it vanished without a trace.
"This is... the Holy Mother of Salvation... has been resurrected..."
"No...no...he's trying to forcibly evolve the true form of Doromancha using the Four Phases Devouring Body Seal!"
Even the usually calm and collected Dao Yuan showed a look of shock at this moment.
"His understanding of the Tara Sutra is so profound! If he were born in the Vajrayana region, he would shine brightly in any temple there!"
A half-body image of the Holy Mother of Salvation, with three eyes, a five-Buddha crown on her head, various jewels and ornaments on her body, and celestial robes of various colors, rose up behind Zhifeng.
The phantom of Tara, holding an Utpala flower, merely formed the wish-granting mudra, instantly dispelling the devastating thunder that seemed to destroy the world.
Even Fang Hongxuan, who wielded a powerful attack that unleashed endless rolling thunder, was suppressed by a single palm strike.
"Bang!"
Such immense energy exploded all around Fang Hongxuan.
"Now, things should finally be settled..."
The martial arts arena, where the energies clashed, was no longer as heavy and oppressive as before, and all the monks breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this scene.
After all, no one can survive the combined attack of the thunderous explosion and the Holy Mother of Salvation. Even the abbots had to be skinned alive to break free!
Even the six abbots on the stands had mixed feelings upon seeing this. On the one hand, they were happy that Zhifeng had defeated his opponent, but on the other hand, they were wary of Zhifeng's shocking methods.
Despite appearing mad, Zhifeng remained vigilant, holding his staff and staring intently into the depths of the dissipating fog.
"boom.."
A heavy sound accompanied by endless thick fog swept out, and a blunt magic sword slashed down towards Zhifeng's location.
"What?! Fang Hongxuan is still alive!"
The thick fog dissipated
The crimson torture instruments, formed from vengeful energy, clattered and scattered, their fragments turning into wisps of light that chased into the distance.
Fang Hongxuan, his face contorted in rage, wiped the blood from his wounds. His expression was ferocious, yet a smile played on his lips.
"Again!"
Previously, at a critical moment, in the nick of time, Fang Hongxuan actually chose himself as the target of the Golden Bell Shield, thus saving his life.
It has one face and two arms; its right hand holds a great sword of wisdom, and its left hand holds a sling.
With hair hanging down his shoulders, a furrowed brow, and wide-eyed stare, the illusory image of Immovable Wrathful King, biting his upper lip with his lower teeth, emerged from the mist in an expression of rage.
The Immovable Wrathful King and the half-body Tara each occupied half of the sky; one side was a mix of black and red, while the other was flashing with green light.
The two forces intertwined, their overwhelming power sweeping across the surroundings, as if threatening to destroy the world...