Chapter 456 - 234: Vajra’s Furious Gaze! Yin Fire Blotting Out the Sky

Chapter 456: Chapter 234: Vajra’s Furious Gaze! Yin Fire Blotting Out the Sky

In an instant, the creaking of tightening bowstrings swelled into a heart-pounding chorus.

Immediately after, countless sharp, ear-piercing whistles ripped through the air.

"WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH—!!!"

The sky suddenly went dark.

Thousands of arrows rose from the ranks of the Military Preparation Army, weaving together into a black cloud of death that instantly blotted out the sky above Golden Spring Temple.

A torrent of arrows rained down like a waterfall!

"THWACK!"

"AHHH—!"

The moment the arrow rain began to fall, the front courtyard of Golden Spring Temple transformed into a living hell.

Many martial monks didn’t even have time to fully erect their Protective Gang Qi before powerful crossbow bolts pierced their chests and skewered their skulls.

Blood splattered like thrown ink across the bluestone pavers, temple walls, and corridor pillars. A cacophony of agonizing wails, shocked gasps, and the thud of falling bodies filled the air as the thick stench of blood billowed toward the sky.

Before the arrow rain ceased, over a thousand Ti Qi from the Jingwu Bureau, who had been lying in wait, roared in unison. Like tigers unleashed from a cage, they charged ferociously through the temple gates, their flashing sabers surging like waves of snow.

Although the disciples from the three allied sects lacked the seamless coordination of the Jingwu Guard, they compensated with sheer numbers and extraordinary strength, their assault no less ferocious.

The allied forces, like three unstoppable torrents, slammed into Golden Spring Temple’s loose and chaotic lines of defense from three directions.

In a single clash, the martial monks’ once-orderly formations were shattered, forcing them into a steady retreat.

The martial monks of Golden Spring Temple were brave and fierce, but they were vastly outnumbered. Having lost the protection of their Mountain Protection Array, their morale had plummeted.

It was a slaughter, lopsided from the very beginning!

Wails filled the land as rivers of blood flowed.

Temple halls burned, and Zen Rooms collapsed.

This tragic scene did not escape the eyes of the high-ranking monks like Xuan Ku and Kongjian, who were locked in combat in the sky.

Yet, even as they roared in fury, their eyes wide with rage and their hearts twisted in agony, they were utterly unable to break away and provide aid.

Monk Kongjian fought like a madman, his Buddha Light blazing like a scorching sun. With each swing of his Precepts Saber, golden Sword Qi erupted, extending over a hundred feet, every strike carrying the power to shatter mountains and split stone.

However, the three men he faced were no slouches.

Li Qianzhou’s spear struck like a dragon, imbued with the potent killing aura of a military formation, pinning Monk Kongjian from the front.

Lu Qingsong’s Swordsmanship was cunning and vicious, aimed squarely at the openings on his flanks.

Wangqingshan’s saber style was heavy and powerful. He coordinated with Li Qianzhou’s frontal assault while periodically using his family’s secret Palm Technique to disrupt the monk’s energy flow.

The three experts, all at the peak of the mid-stage of Profound Mastery, joined forces. Not seeking a quick victory, they focused only on entanglement, dragging the late-stage Profound Mastery master from the Buddhist Sect into a quagmire. No matter how much he roared, he could not break past their encirclement.

Elsewhere, the duel between Nie Xuanfeng and Daoist Qingxu was arguably the most spectacular clash on the battlefield.

Daoist Qingxu brandished his Duster, its thousands of silver threads swirling. Each strand was infused with pure Daoist True Essence, capable of being both soft and hard. At times, they formed a silken net to ensnare his foe; at others, they condensed like a spear or halberd to pierce through the air.

He ceaselessly chanted Daoist incantations while his feet performed the Pacing the Dipper ritual, drawing upon the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi. An endless stream of powerful Divine Techniques from the Daoist Sect emerged, each one immense in its might.

While Nie Xuanfeng’s style lacked such bizarre transformations, his strength lay in his steady, veteran composure and a perfect balance of offense and defense.

He executed his Swordsmanship to perfection. His Sword Qi surged like a tide, layer upon layer, neutralizing each of Daoist Qingxu’s attacks.

’He knew that in terms of pure Cultivation and variety of Divine Techniques, he was perhaps a shade weaker than Qingxu. But his mission was not to defeat his opponent; it was to pin down the Qingfeng Temple Master at all costs.’

’As long as Qingxu can’t intervene in the battle below, this war is already more than half won.’

The longer he fought, the more anxious Daoist Qingxu became.

He had a clear view of the tragedy unfolding at Golden Spring Temple below. The temple’s martial monks were being rapidly slaughtered, and the battle was growing more lopsided by the second.

’If Golden Spring Temple is destroyed today, Qingfeng Temple will be left exposed. How could we possibly survive alone?’

Several times, he tried to shake off Nie Xuanfeng and force his way to the battlefield below, but Nie Xuanfeng clung to him relentlessly. Beneath the seemingly placid tide of Sword Qi, countless deadly killing blows lay in wait.

It forced him to respond with his full attention, leaving him temporarily unable to escape!

Meanwhile, the battle between Chu Kuangfeng and Xuan Ku was a completely one-sided slaughter.

Chu Kuangfeng’s years of suppressed hatred finally erupted. His Sword Skill was vicious and unpredictable, every move a killing blow. It was a style that traded life for life.

The moment he attacked, his onslaught was like a furious tempest, sweeping in from all directions and trapping Monk Xuan Ku completely within it.

Xuan Ku’s Cultivation was already inferior to Chu Kuangfeng’s. With his mind now distracted by the horrific scene in the temple, he was completely outmatched, facing one perilous situation after another.

In just over a dozen exchanges, his Protective Buddha Light was torn open in several places by Sword Qi. His monk’s robes were shredded, and several new wounds, deep enough to reveal bone, appeared on his body, dripping with fresh blood.

...

"BOOM!!!"

After another direct, unadorned clash, Chen Sheng and Monk Kongxu were once again thrown a thousand feet apart. The very air trembled, and the aftershock ripped the entire roof off a side hall below.

Monk Kongxu stared intently at Chen Sheng, whose breathing was only slightly disturbed, while a tide of absolute shock surged through his own heart.

He had used eighty percent of his True Essence in that last strike, supplementing it with a powerful Divine Technique from the Buddhist Sect. He was confident that even a Cultivator of the same realm would have had their qi and blood thrown into turmoil from such a blow. Yet, Chen Sheng had not only taken it...

...but he appeared to have suffered no substantial harm whatsoever!

"Mental Realm... the Second Realm?!"

Monk Kongxu cried out involuntarily, the shock in his eyes immeasurable.

He himself had been immersed in the Martial Dao for nearly a hundred years, yet had only barely managed to reach the first realm of the Mental Realm.

Yet this Chen Sheng, a man of only around twenty, had already attained the Second Realm!

What kind of terrifying talent was this?

What kind of frightening comprehension?

"It seems I... have underestimated you."

Monk Kongxu took a deep breath, suppressing his churning qi and blood as well as his shock. His gaze swept over the collapsing battle lines below, and the last vestiges of hesitation in his eyes were replaced by icy resolve.

’I can’t drag this out any longer!’

’I have to end this quickly! If I can kill this fiend, I might just be able to turn the tide!’