bookandnovel Chapter 132 Evenly Matched
Chapter 132 Evenly Matched
A cold wind rustled, and the battle flags, fluttering in the wind, seemed to be swept up by the strong wind, as if they were about to soar straight into the sky.
Faced with the arrogant Fang Hongxuan, none of the Guang generation monks, who were quite self-aware, dared to step forward.
"Where did this monster come from? With such power, is it possible that apart from the three disciples under Abbot Huidu, no one else can be sure of victory?"
The strangeness of Guang Nian's death, coupled with the fact that the abbots were not paying close attention to the battle, meant that they also failed to see it clearly.
As for the four abbots who had previously clamored to join in the fun, they remained silent. Naturally, the fewer casualties among their disciples, the better.
Seemingly sensing the other abbots' plans, Huidu merely snorted a few times.
For them, most disciples are not important; what is important are the disciples under each branch who can inherit their mantle.
They naturally couldn't send their direct disciples to fight against Fang Hongxuan, who hadn't yet figured out the truth.
"Zhifeng, go and spar with Huikong's disciple..."
"yes.."
The middle-aged monk serving beside Huidu nodded in agreement.
He was over eight feet tall, with a handsome and well-defined face. Beneath his high, straight nose were a pair of deep, calm eyes.
His well-proportioned muscles accentuated the sharp angles of his monk's robe, and the calluses on his hands silently testified to the marks of his diligent practice.
"Heavens! They actually sent out Senior Brother Zhifeng!"
As if sensing Zhi Feng's difficulty, Fang Hongxuan, who had been waiting with his eyes closed, opened them.
The two looked at each other across the distance, and a subtle spark ignited between them.
"Hmph, finally couldn't keep up the act anymore..."
"This battle, it seems, is now a foregone conclusion..."
The monks, who had previously fallen silent, suddenly became even more arrogant. Their shouting and clamoring were nothing like those of calm and collected monks; rather, they resembled violent street thugs.
Zhi Feng had no intention of showing off his skills. He followed the corridor that Fang Hongxuan had taken earlier and walked onto the Yanwu Platform.
Just as he stepped onto the Yanwu Platform
Fang Hongxuan could clearly feel that the four unheard spirits located at the four corners were pulling on Guang Nian's remnant soul. As impurities such as greed, ignorance, and anger were filtered out, the pure and flawless spirit finally disappeared into the audience.
"Amitabha Buddha, fellow practitioner. Once two people are here, unless one of them dies, no one can leave this place..."
Holding a Zen staff, Zhifeng bowed with one hand, then silently looked at Fang Hongxuan.
"If you're ready, Senior Brother, please just speak..."
It's not inappropriate for Zhifeng to address Fang Hongxuan as "senior brother," after all, Huikong's seniority is far greater than Huidu's.
This is understandable from a seniority standpoint, but Da Ruo Temple has always valued strength above all else. Before figuring out Fang Hongxuan's background, Zhifeng, to be on the safe side, still observed all the proper etiquette.
However, Fang Hongxuan did not respond. He just stared at him coldly.
"Arrogant! Truly arrogant!"
"So he doesn't even respect Senior Brother Zhifeng? Then he'd better be capable of matching Senior Brother Huifeng's strength!"
"Avenge my senior brother Guang Nian!"
"Kill this demon..."
Seeing this, Zhifeng only sighed slightly and said nothing more.
"Buzz..."
A series of tinnitus sounds quickly spread from Zhifeng's surroundings.
Behind it, three illusory figures—a giant tiger, a giant python, and a yaksha—appeared and alternated.
In the context of the entire Da Ruo Temple, Zhi Feng can indeed be considered a disciple with exceptional talent.
At only thirty-five years old, he had already opened two meridians and three wheels. If converted into the combat power of the Wansheng Dynasty, he would be equivalent to the Great Refinement of Qi and the Transformation of the God Realm.
"Fight with all your might, I will take care of everything... If I can kill him on the spot, I can use this as an opportunity to summon the Holy Salvation Buddha Mother of Golden Peak and awaken her completely!"
Dao Yuan's voice, which was both youthful and aged, rang in Fang Hongxuan's mind, which calmed him down considerably.
In fact, Daoyuan could not ignore Fang Hongxuan's actions in upholding the dignity of the Hutuktu.
If Fang Hongxuan wins, the fifth abbot will definitely try to stop him, since Zhifeng is the future of Da Ruo Temple before Guangyan grows up.
If Fang Hongxuan is defeated, Dao Yuan will not allow him to die here.
Regardless of the circumstances, they will inevitably break off all pretense and engage in a fierce battle.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, they acted ahead of time, catching the abbots of Ōrō-ji Temple off guard.
"Won't this disrupt the mage's plans?"
Dao Yuan's increasingly ethereal voice
"This humble monk's condition is deteriorating, and even the power accumulated in my previous life is rapidly diminishing."
If we follow my original plan, even if we subdue the Holy Salvation Buddha Mother of Golden Peak Mountain, the people of Huaicheng at the foot of the mountain will suffer a great calamity.
May Buddha have mercy. Even if this humble monk is deeply dissatisfied, I cannot regard the lives of the people here as worthless as weeds...
Now that things have come to this, the arrow is on the bowstring and must be released.
Upon hearing this, Fang Hongxuan's last trace of concern vanished completely.
From the moment he began patrolling the mountain, his strength began to grow rapidly, and to this day, he still doesn't know where his limits lie.
Even when dealing with the Goddess of Fertility, Fang Hongxuan restrained his power as much as possible, for fear of harming innocent people.
However, once he arrived at the Great Temple, at this moment, he no longer needed to have any reservations.
"The golden python sheds its scales!"
With a series of strange swaying motions, Fang Hongxuan's originally calm and composed aura was now like boiling water.
The plants in the martial arts arena swayed wildly, and even the small pebbles around them trembled violently. The entire Golden Peak Mountain seemed to grow even colder and more gloomy.
"What's going on? Why am I feeling this palpitation?!"
The monks, who had been about to shout, now looked around in panic, trying to find reassurance in the faces of others.
At this moment, both the disciples of the Guang generation and the disciples of the Zhi generation were filled with unease, as if a great calamity was about to befall them.
"Which abbot secretly intervened?!"
"No, this aura is so cold and sinister, it's completely different from the Taraka Origin Sutra practiced by the Great Temple!"
"Who is it? Who on earth has such an imposing aura?!"
At this moment, even the six abbots on the stands were astonished.
"Such a terrifying aura is already equivalent to Zhifeng having activated two meridians and three chakras..."
"Where exactly did Huikong find this monster, Fang Hongxuan?!"
They could not understand, after all, Huifeng was one of the strongest successors created by gathering most of the resources of Da Ruo Temple.
Huikong, however, was all alone and possessed absolutely no resources. How could he possibly cultivate such a prodigy?!
"Zhifeng cannot be defeated. If he becomes too powerful, we must eliminate him here, even if it means violating the oath of the Chabaduo Emperor!"
These thoughts arose in the minds of all five abbots simultaneously.
As for Daoyuan behind the six abbots, he wore an extremely satisfied smile.
...
"Since that's the case, then so be it... break me... or become my stepping stones to higher levels!"
Fang Hongxuan roared inwardly, his eyes burning with fighting spirit!