Origin space of Golden Body Continent.
The atmosphere turned deathly awkward and heavy.
Wuxing had never imagined Lu would refuse, let alone so decisively.
This was the origin of a supreme Mid-Tier Martial world.
How could anyone turn down a 50–50 split?
Yet Lu had not only refused,
he had called him shameless.
Wuxing’s cheek twitched. The serene smile vanished from his face.
He could no longer stay calm. Anger rose.
“Donor, greed is a sin. You killed Tulang, that is a grave offense. Tulang was the Venerable One’s blade. By breaking it, do you think the Venerable One will forgive you?”
The wind moaned, fluttering his monk robes.
His voice carried cold menace.
“The Venerable One?”
Lu leaned back in his Thousand Blades Chair, basking like spring sunshine.
He looked at Wuxing.
“When I destroyed the Buddha Seed, it also said the Venerable One would never let me go. What is the point of repeating that now?”
“You came from afar. Why?”
“To annihilate Five Phoenixes, no?”
Lu’s words hung in the air.
Silence fell.
Wuxing had nothing to say.
The white-clothed youth had thoroughly offended the Venerable One,
yet showed no fear whatsoever.
Wuxing pressed his palms together, eyes narrowing.
“Is it because of the High-Tier Martial power backing you?”
Lu raised an eyebrow and smiled, neither confirming nor denying.
“Then this monk has no choice but to offend.”
Wuxing stepped forward.
His distant blood-red kasaya shot over, spinning rapidly until it blotted out the sky.
It was no ordinary kasaya, comparable to a semi-holy artifact.
BOOM!
The kasaya unfurled into a blood-colored sea of suffering.
Skeletons churned within,冤 souls wailed.
Wuxing, in pristine white robes, stood atop the sea, starkly out of place.
He chanted sutras.
The sea transformed into a heaven-covering blood palm that slammed toward Lu.
Wuxing had never been kind.
Since words failed, he would kill.
Tulang’s death was his opportunity.
This origin could let him break through Spirit Severing and earn ascension to the High-Tier Buddhist Realm.
He would not let it slip.
The blood palm roared like a crimson beast.
The origin space’s ground shattered.
Wuxing was cautious, he dared not underestimate Lu.
Tulang was dead.
Fu Tianluo missing.
This youth was too strange.
And possibly backed by a High-Tier Martial expert.
Wuxing attacked with everything.
Lu sat unmoving, robes fluttering, lips curved as he watched the blood sea roll in.
Same late-stage Spirit Severing realm,
Wuxing was no weaker than Tulang or Fu Tianluo,
perhaps even stronger, he had hidden many trump cards.
He knew this was his only chance to kill Lu.
Tulang and Fu Tianluo had died after entering that world, Lu’s home ground, protected by an array even the Liujia giant couldn’t break.
Here in Golden Body Continent’s origin space,
Lu’s formation could not be used.
Wuxing sat within the blood sea, eyes cold.
He chanted.
The giant palm descended, blood swirling into countless Buddha shadows.
The sea became a crimson shrine.
Lu flicked a Phoenix Feather Sword.
Fire blazed.
Countless silver blades shot out, dense as a meteor storm, radiant and magnificent, like ten thousand swords returning to the sect.
Lu remained seated, but his wheelchair dissolved into the blades.
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Sharp sword qi swirled around him.
BOOM!
Sword light formed a starry river, crashing into the blood sea.
Like a waterfall of blades, it tore the sea apart.
Buddha shadows shattered one by one.
Wuxing’s eyes widened in rage, like an angry Buddha.
He formed seals, chanting faster.
A golden alms bowl appeared, growing until it became an abyssal maw that swallowed sword after sword.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Wuxing tensed, not daring to relax.
Though Lu appeared only Qi Condensation,
who would take that at face value?
The bowl’s suction devoured every blade.
Wuxing’s heart eased, he had disarmed Lu.
But the next instant, his face changed.
Lu sat in the void, two fingers forming a sword seal.
He drew a line in the air.
Crack!
A fissure appeared on the golden bowl.
A phoenix cry resounded.
The crimson Phoenix Feather Sword burst free.
Silver blades swirled like galaxies around it.
BOOM!
The bowl exploded.
Wuxing’s heart jolted!
A semi-holy artifact, shattered by raw force!
“Holy-tier artifact?!”
Terror seized him.
Now he understood how Tulang died.
The youth possessed a holy-tier weapon!
A treasure only High-Tier Martial worlds could produce, nearly invincible in Mid-Tier Martial realms!
Even in supreme High-Tier Martial worlds, only the most favored wielded holy-tier artifacts.
Wuxing’s composure finally cracked.
Blood-colored Buddhist light exploded around him.
His kasaya flew to shield him.
But the Phoenix Feather Sword spread its wings, becoming a crimson streak.
Eight swords merged, power overwhelming.
Slash!
The blood sea parted.
One sword cleaved the ocean.
The sea vanished, the shrine exploded, leaving only the kasaya torn in half.
Wuxing’s heart bled.
Two semi-holy artifacts destroyed in one exchange!
They were his future in the High-Tier world!
Yet the kasaya bought him time.
He retreated, robes snapping, face twisted.
His serene facade shattered, revealing a vicious bald monk.
No wonder the youth refused the split.
No wonder he was so aggressive.
He had a holy-tier trump card!
“Donor, you are not the only one with a holy-tier artifact!”
Wuxing roared.
Seals complete, he reached into the void.
“Staff, come!”
Golden Body Continent.
The blood-colored staff spun, ninety-nine rings jingling with asura chimes.
Where the sound passed, experts burst into dust.
Suddenly, it stopped.
As though summoned.
The staff vanished.
Across the continent, survivors stared in horror and sorrow at the blood-soaked hell.
Some stood amid corpse mountains and blood seas, wailing.
Cities of cultivators, wiped clean.
Cities of mortals, silent rivers of blood.
Despair and dread blanketed the land.
A sudden great calamity.
Origin space.
The staff arrived, wreathed in blood-black karmic flames.
Wuxing gripped it.
Blood climbed his body, soon covering him entirely.
Karmic flames burned his flesh.
Yet he felt only comfort.
This staff was holy-tier, it could match Lu’s Phoenix Feather Sword.
He was safe.
“Oh?”
“A ground-tier spirit artifact?”
Lu eyed the staff, surprised.
But it reeked of slaughter and endless blood qi.
A mutated holy-tier artifact.
Lu felt instinctive disgust, as though seeing oceans of corpses.
And the karmic flames made him frown.
“Buddhist?”
“Laughable.”
He plucked the jade-white sword from his topknot.
Forged from 1 Haos of Chaos energy, the Heaven Covering Sword glowed like warm milk.
Far away,
Wuxing swung the staff.
Phoenix Feather Sword soared like a fiery phoenix.
Staff and phoenix collided, karmic flames meeting phoenix fire.
Ninety-nine rings shot out, stacking densely in the void.
Clang!
Phoenix Feather Sword held.
A sword mark appeared on the staff.
Wuxing’s face fell.
His holy-tier staff, scarred!
How was this sword so strong?
Hum…
Eight Phoenix Feather Swords orbited Lu.
Silver blades reformed the Thousand Blades Chair.
Lu sat, watching the karmic flames cling to the Phoenix Feather Sword like maggots.
The sword seemed to wail.
Lu inhaled.
Pale-white Bone Nether Flame danced on his palm.
It touched the karmic fire and devoured it.
Far away,
Wuxing’s body went ice-cold seeing the Bone Nether Flame.
“Heavenly mystic fire?!”
This youth, was he the beloved son of a High-Tier Martial expert?
Holy-tier artifacts, heavenly mystic fire…
A top-tier Mid-Tier Martial plane lord with so many treasures!
A monster!
Wuxing lost all will to fight.
Let the youth have the origin.
If he continued, even his only holy-tier artifact would be destroyed.
He could not bear that loss!
BOOM!
He smashed the staff into the void, blood light exploding.
He fled the origin space.
Above Golden Body Continent,
Wuxing, half his body gone, rained blood.
He hovered, laughing wretchedly at the hellscape below.
Greed had invited disaster!
What a loss!
All semi-holy artifacts gone.
Even his holy-tier staff abandoned to survive!
He never imagined the prey would become the hunter.
High-Tier Martial games were truly deadly.
Tulang dead.
Fu Tianluo missing.
And now he was ruined.
Run!
Only one thought remained.
That white-clothed youth was too terrifying, two holy-tier artifacts, unfathomable cultivation.
No chance!
He fled, half-bodied and bleeding, back to Prajna Continent.
He had to contact the Venerable One!
…
Wuxing escaped,
sacrificing his staff.
Lu did not pursue.
The Heaven Covering Sword returned, shrinking into a hairpin.
Tattered kasaya, shattered golden bowl, broken staff burning with karmic fire.
Lu stored them in his Dark Profound Ring.
They could be reforged into decent spirit artifacts.
Then he turned to the origin.
He froze.
Crimson liquid, like blood, flowed across it.
He touched it.
Visions flooded his mind.
The staff spinning, asura chimes ringing.
Where the sound passed, experts and mortals alike melted into blood.
Countless lives lost, shaking the origin.
“This bald donkey… dares call himself Buddhist.”
Lu shook his head.
The deaths had filled the origin with rejection.
Unless he killed Wuxing and severed the karma, it would never calm.
An agitated origin could not be fused.
Hum…
Lu vanished.
Silver blades gleamed.
He appeared above Golden Body Continent.
The sky was blood-red.
The land a sea of corpses.
Survivors wailed.
Hell on earth.
The stench of blood choked the air.
Lu’s divine sense swept, few lived.
This was true world annihilation…
So cruel.
He did not linger.
He appeared in the void,
gazing at Prajna Continent’s serene Buddhist aura.
Now it only seemed mocking.
One hand on his chin, the other tapping the Phoenix Feather armrest,
his Thousand Blades Chair carried him through the void toward Prajna Continent.
…
BOOM!
Half-bodied, bleeding Wuxing crashed into Prajna Continent.
He landed in the great city’s temple.
Monks were roused.
Spirit Severing elders emerged, horrified at his state.
Wuxing coughed blood, face twisted.
“Form the array! Summon the Venerable One!”
He roared, spewing organ fragments.
The elders paled.
Dong! Dong! Dong!
The great bell tolled, resounding across the continent.
Nobles and merchants praying in the temple panicked.
Wuxing collapsed like a blood仏.
Monks began striking wooden fish.
Dong… dong… dong…
Sanskrit chants filled heaven and earth.
Silver light exploded.
World protection force surged.
Lu in white robes on his Thousand Blades Chair appeared above Prajna Continent.
Atop the sacred mountain,
the temple blazed with golden light, wooden fish and holy chants filling the air.
Lu’s face was calm, but the sanctity now seemed deeply ironic.
Inside the temple,
blood-soaked, half-bodied Wuxing sensed Lu’s arrival.
His face changed.
He had been hunted!
“Stop him!”
He roared with divine sense.
BOOM!
Four Infant Transformation monk warriors shot skyward, blocking Lu.
Lu raised a hand.
The Spirit Pressure Chessboard appeared.
He picked up a piece.
Placed it slowly.
Clack.
Spirit pressure erupted.
BOOM!
The four monks were smashed into the ground, unable even to lift their heads.
Wuxing’s divine sense trembled.
“Everyone attack! Hold him back!”
He screamed madly.
He needed time, time to summon the Venerable One!
Only the Venerable One could save him now!
Whoosh!
Across Prajna Continent, countless cultivators’ eyes grew glazed.
Despite the crushing spirit pressure, they charged skyward.
Lu’s hair danced.
He glanced at Wuxing.
Placed another piece.
Clack…
Spirit pressure surged again.
Cultivators were flung back like cannonballs, cratering the earth.
Some were pinned flat, unable to move.
Even the magnificent temple collapsed under the pressure.
Cracks spiderwebbed across the giant golden Buddha statue.
Clack… clack…
Old monks’ wooden fish shattered.
Finally,
when golden light poured from the clouds and a colossal Buddha silhouette appeared,
blood-drenched Wuxing laughed maniacally.
He had succeeded!
He had summoned the Venerable One!
“Venerable One, save me!”
He screamed toward the Buddha.
But the next instant,
his scream died.
A milky-white greatsword tore across the sky.
The freshly manifested Buddha silhouette,
was instantly decapitated.
