Chapter 321: Instant Kill!

'What happened?'

As a true transmission disciple under Arhat Bahai, Xuxing froze. His first thought was that his eyes had to be playing tricks on him.

Who was walking down from Jingyuan Pass?

He rubbed his eyes and blinked, only to grow even more bewildered. He was right; it was Dousheng. But wait, why was there another one here?

An illusion?

For a moment, Xuxing almost wanted to laugh. Did these people from Biyang think he was one of those useless fools under the Wisdom Kings? They wanted to scare him off with an illusion?

Were they trying to create an illusion of Dousheng to make him think this was all a grand scheme laid out by that immortal gate cultivator, hoping he would flee in panic or abandon his pursuit? If so, they truly underestimated someone from the Arhat Seats!

'So what if it is Dousheng?'

Xuxing did not hesitate. Watching the figure descend from Jingyuan Pass, he didn't retreat. Instead, he took the initiative and strode toward him.

'He is nothing but a Tribulation Transcending Second Layer relying on a Spiritual Treasure.'

And he had a Spiritual Treasure too!

Let alone a mere phantom, even if that immortal gate disciple had truly escaped Senior Sister Baohu's encirclement to appear right here, Xuxing would still crush him without fail!

With that thought, Xuxing formed a hand seal.

"When I attain Buddhahood, if the sentient beings in my land do not obtain the divine foot, and cannot traverse three thousand worlds and ten trillion Brahma lands in a single thought, may I not attain supreme enlightenment."

'Unhindered Divine Foot Vow!'

In an instant, soaring Buddhist light illuminated the sky. A towering golden body rose, unfurling a projection of temples, sitting cross-legged high in the clouds as if infinitely far away.

Soon after, the golden Buddha in the clouds slowly stood up, revealing the furious glare of a Vajra. A massive foot stepped out from the clouds, descending with a deafening, life-claiming Sanskrit chant. It instantly blotted out the sky, crashing down like a golden mountain to crush the Frontier-Expanding Void-Crossing Ship and everything around it.

"Immortal cultivators belong under the feet of the Buddha..."

The Sanskrit chant came to an abrupt halt.

Just as the Buddha's foot fell, the figure walking out of Jingyuan Pass slowly unhooked the twin maces from his back and raised them high.

"Boom!"

Following a massive explosion, the mountain-like Buddha foot was ripped completely apart from the sole by a majestic force, as if it had stepped on a sharp iron nail.

Piercing agony instantly swept through Xuxing's consciousness. His previously composed face twisted in horror. All prior thoughts vanished from his mind as he desperately tried to activate his Spirit Treasure Chan Staff. Never mind defeating the opponent; he just needed to hold on long enough to retreat.

But a second later, he froze again.

Formless ignorance flooded his sea of consciousness and erupted into howling, chaotic thoughts. The meaningless barrage of information felt as though someone had taken a massive dump right in his mind.

Seventh scripture scroll, Golden Sea Desiccation!

All the chaotic thoughts Wang Ping had previously purged were now stuffed directly into Xuxing's consciousness, completely drowning him in them and making him lose track of the real world for a moment.

Wang Ping naturally wouldn't let this opportunity slip by.

He slowly exhaled and raised the Water-Fire Striking Profound Maces again. The maces lit up inch by inch as he poured his dharma power into them and slowly commanded:

"Jia Wood pierces the heavens, shedding its mortal shell requires fire!"

These divine maces fell under the domain of Earth Yang Wood. Yang Wood is Jia; it flourishes when it meets Yang Fire. At this moment, they projected a blazing, scorching light against the sky.

Fire brings slaughter!

Up until this moment, Xuxing had yet to snap back to his senses. He was even pondering whether he should show great mercy tonight and eat a few demonic citizens in the Heavenly Demon Royal Court...

"Boom!"

The divine mace smashed down. Riding the blazing light of the Yang Fire, it slammed squarely into Xuxing's face. The golden body created by his great vow was originally located in the distant heights; under its profound circulation, divine powers would struggle to damage it. Yet in his current state of mental stupor, he couldn't utilize a single shred of that profundity.

It was a solid, devastating hit!

This time, Xuxing finally snapped awake. The intense agony wiped away all his chaotic thoughts, and then he realized—he couldn't see anything.

Above the neck of his golden body, there was absolutely nothing.

His head had been blown to pieces. Only his turbulent divine sense remained, but even that had been tainted by the blazing Yang Fire. The heart-piercing pain scorched through his limbs and bones, instantly filling him with terror.

'What is going on!?'

Though it was a radiant, blazing light, it only cast a shadow of death over Xuxing. He hadn't even seen how the other party attacked!

But Wang Ping wouldn't stop.

After smashing Xuxing's head with one mace, he had already raised the other. This time, what flowed from it was not Yang Fire, but vast, surging waves.

"With Fire above Jia Wood, eternal life requires water!"

Water brings defense.

However, unlike conventional defense, the defense of water qi was less about clashing head-on and more focused on evasion—calmly slipping away from an attack.

Therefore, when the terrified Xuxing desperately activated his great vow golden body and circulated his profound arts to protect himself, Wang Ping's divine mace effortlessly slipped through his boiling dharma power and divine powers. Like entering an unguarded land, it tapped lightly against his divine sense.

Heavenly Martial Conquering the Profound First Blade!

Even though he wasn't using a blade, Wang Ping still unleashed this strike. After all, the Martial Dao never rigidly adhered to external objects. As long as it could chop, it would do.

"I'm doomed!"

At this moment, despair welled up in Xuxing's heart. He had never expected to inexplicably lose his mind and suffer such grievous injuries in the blink of an eye.

His only hope was the Spirit Treasure Chan Staff in his hands.

'Save... save me...'

Xuxing desperately called out to the staff. This would normally be useless... but he knew Arhat Shengle was definitely watching right now. If the Arhat acted in secret...

A second later, Xuxing's hope became reality. Even without the infusion of his divine sense or dharma power, the Spirit Treasure Chan Staff autonomously revived and bloomed with light.

"Save... save me..."

Xuxing's plea was cut short.

"Clang—!"

A resonant ring from a cauldron instantly drowned out his plea for help. It also suppressed the newly lit Spirit Treasure Chan Staff, forcing it back into total silence.

Looking up, one could see a round, three-legged Tripod Cauldron hanging high in the sky like the sun. It draped down a vast brilliance, instantly freezing all worldly spiritual energy within a ten-thousand-mile radius—save for the water element. It completely shattered Xuxing's final hope, his Buddhist light abruptly extinguishing like a burned-out candle.

Suppressing Axe!

'The Ever-Suppressing Six Harmonies Cauldron... it's the Ever-Suppressing Six Harmonies Cauldron... It isn't an illusion. This man really is Dousheng. I... I... What the hell is Baohu doing?!'

Useless trash!

Xuxing's final thought faded into silence. The divine mace had no edge, yet it carried an unparalleled sharpness, completely annihilating his divine sense and shattering his sea of consciousness.

At almost the exact same time, in the distant Ancient Chan Forest Monastery, Jingshan froze on the spot. It wasn't just him; Jinchi, Wu Chi, and the others—who had been watching the supposedly doomed inner sect disciples prepare to flee, and who had been just about to rush out and beat them while they were down—were all stunned motionless.

Their eyes were fixed on a shooting star of fire.

The shattered golden body, now devoid of its master, plummeted from the clouds and crashed into the grassy plains. It triggered an endless golden blaze that flowed everywhere in an absolutely shocking sight.

His Dao scattered and his life extinguished?

He died??

Jingshan's first reaction was to rub his eyes, thinking he had encountered an illusion. But when he opened them again, nothing had changed. Only then did horror slowly creep across his face.

"You must be joking..."

How much time had even passed?!

From the moment the eight inner sect disciples fled to when Xuxing chased after them, barely a second had gone by. And then Xuxing had just inexplicably dropped dead with a splat?

Even slaughtering a chicken wouldn't be this fast!

Moreover, as a disciple under Arhat Bahai, traversing the void was Xuxing's specialty. He was exceptionally skilled at preserving his life and neutralizing disasters.

Not to mention, he was holding a Spiritual Treasure. A Spiritual Treasure! How could he still be killed, and in the blink of an eye at that?

At this moment, Jingshan felt it was all incredibly absurd. Even though reality told him this was no illusion, he still couldn't help but wonder if it was just a highly realistic trick. Conversely, among the disciples under the Wisdom Kings, one Brahma Cultivator reacted with unparalleled speed, summoning his escape light in the blink of an eye.

"Swish!"

By the time Jingshan looked over, the man had already fled far into the distance.

Wu Chi?

Following right on his heels were Nurong and Suoze. Jinchi was half a beat slower, but upon seeing everyone else run, he quickly snapped out of it and bolted alongside them.

What were they running from?

Jingshan glanced toward Zhongjian beside him, wanting to ask. Yet all he saw was an empty seat—Zhongjian had also vanished without a trace!

They all ran?

Then what about me?

His hesitation lasted for only a split second. In the next moment, Jingshan also retreated without hesitation. Whatever the case, since everyone else was running, joining them definitely wasn't a mistake!

For a time, every single Brahma Cultivator was fleeing for their lives!

Seeing this, Wang Ping didn't give chase. Instead, he looked up at the sky. In his hand, he was firmly grasping the Spirit Treasure Chan Staff, which had been trying to leave now that its master was dead.

"Since you are here, you might as well stay."

His clear laughter echoed resoundingly through the world, carrying a long-lost sense of exhilaration. "Many thanks to the lords of the Brahma Nation for the gift! This junior is untalented, but I shall gladly accept it!"