Ace Of Terrans

Shi Lang’s voice echoed in the surroundings, and the people were shocked to hear this. There were at least seventy monks inside the monastery. They could not understand how someone managed to come inside the barriers and that too, without triggering them.

The Terran did not have the patience to watch these people come out of their holes slowly, so he slightly waved his blade, and a strong sword attack hit the building and a crack appeared in the structure that spread from the bottom to top.

All the monks yelled in unison, “How dare you?”

They appeared around Shi Lang, but the Terran ignored them and said, “Monk Supreme, come out, I do not have much time to waste on you. What sort of a supreme are you to hide in a corner while the rest of the monks give their life for the prosperity of your cause.”

One of the monks in the crowd walked forward and asked, “Why have you come here? To kill me?”

Shi Lang looked at the middle-aged monk and said, “I came here for that exactly but if you wish to seek another path to solve this obsession, then I am all open for it. Want to discuss why you are doing it and what you stand to gain from it?”

The middle-aged monk replied, “I do not have to explain what my path is to anyone, especially a demonic creation of hell like you.”

Shi Lang chuckled, and his chuckle turned into laughter with a hint of mania to it. He said, “Since you say that, I assume that the people here also do not have any wish to step back, do they?”

The middle-aged monk replied, “They are going to answer for themselves.”

The monks and nuns replied, “No, Master Zen, we follow your path, the path of true Buddha.”

Shi Lang smiled, he waved his hand and ten Dao Swords appeared beside him. The Terran said, “Since, you have said this, I shall be your guide and send you on your way.”

The aura around him condensed a bit and Shi Lang said, “Shura Lightning Domain.”

The entire monastery was covered in the domain boundary. Shi Lang took a deep breath and said, “Shura Sword Array.”

The ten Dao Swords that were moving around his body shot out quickly. The monks had their hands full defending themselves. The sword array did not have any pattern it was unpredictable, and the Sword Dao Laws that were condensed inside them were enough to cause havoc.

Had these monks not been controlled by the Monk Supreme they would have been able to avoid the attacks and might have been able to counter Shi Lang. However, their clouded consciousness was preventing them from doing their best.

Shi Lang did not move from his spot. He was standing before the middle-aged monk, and asked, “Come, let us see what have you gained from leading so many people astray.”

The middle-aged monk frowned and raised his palm as he said, “Tathagata palm, world suppression.”

Shi Lang saw a Palm phantom coming at him from the clouds, the manifestation of palm intent. He smiled and said, “Shura Fist.”

His fist also condensed into a phantom and shot through the void to meet the palm. The two attacks collided and both the attacks vanished. The monk was surprised, because he was a Dao Emperor, how can a Dao King manage to hold him back. However, Shi Lang closed the distance with him and used his palm as a sword and said, “Lightning slash.”

The attack cast a sword energy condensed completely of lightning to dash towards the middle-aged monk. The latter snorted and folded his palms as he said, “Vajra Mudra.”

He made a seal with his right hand and a defense shield manifested before him. He underestimated Shi Lang’s attack because the lightning slash laced with slaughter intent went through the shield as if it was paper.

The middle aged monk snorted and said, “Heavenly Judgement Smite.”

A mace appeared in his hand as he tried to block the attack with an attack of his own, however, when has Shi Lang played with the people he wanted to kill? The Terran moved from his spot and appeared behind the middle-aged monk and he said, “Well, you tried your best, and you acted well, but I know for a fact that you are not the spirit avatar of that coward. Thank you for the warm up session, goodbye.”

Then he raised his hand and said, “Flower Rain.”

He stabbed the sword slowly, but actually in a second he stabbed the weapon at the monk hundred times.

The middle-aged monk was shocked and Shi Lang was ruthless, he did not bother to leave these monks alive anyhow. Since they did not listen to reason, he did not want to keep them, it was high time and the core believers needed to be disposed off.

Unlike the past, he did not destroy the bodies of these people into ashes, but chopped them up and let the blood splash around everywhere. He did obliterate the immortal souls of these people. The battle lasted till the moment the middle-aged monk was alive, but as soon as that person died, Shi Lang wrapped up the rest of the monks as if he was chopping carrots in a kitchen.

After killing them, the Terran looked at the monastery and sighed as he said, “So, this is why you could not complete the tribulation and were limited to being a seventh level supreme? No wonder, after all, it is not easy to defy your innate character. In your case it is the character of a coward.”

The surroundings were completely silent. It was as if there was no one else but Shi Lang who was talking to the void. The Terran sighed and looked toward the ground and said, “Since that is the case, goodbye.”

His eyes flashed red, and the tormented souls imprisoned inside the Shura realm were unleashed. Shi Lang said, “Go, and devour.”

This was a soul attack of the Shura Sutra that Shi Lang never had the chance to use. A spirit avatar was completely made up of spiritual energy, and when these famished souls were set free, they will devour spiritual energy.

The souls rushed out and they scoured the entire monastery. Soon, a series of screams echoed in the surroundings.

…

On the western continent, Monk Supreme was cleaning the temple and preaching to the young monks behind him when he suddenly stopped, and he said, “We will continue later, right now, I have to go and debate myself.”

That said, he vanished and the broom fell to the ground. Inside his room, the monk vomited a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground with his body twitching constantly as he whimpered. This was the pain of his spiritual avatar being devoured by the famished souls, and Monk Zen was reduced to an insect on the ground quivering in pain.

…

Shi Lang called back the famished souls and put them back inside the shura domain, before he smiled and said, “Pity, had you come to debate with me, I would have been able to gain advantage by breaking your Dao Foundation. Tch, next time.”

That said he left the place while singing a song, while he subconsciously devoured the spiritual energy that the famished souls absorbed from the spirit avatar. Making it his own without the risk of getting sabotaged.