Chapter 1096 - 1095: Sword Severing the Celestial Immortal

Fuhong was not the same kind of existence as those like Folo, Zou Ji Dao, Cloud Fire Tide, Yin Tianhao, who had only recently forced their way into the Celestial Immortal realm. He had stepped into Celestial Immortal thousands of years ago, a mighty one who had created the legend of Vajra Temple!

The instant he rose to his feet, a vast, righteous power surged out from within his body!

"Om!"

Amid a tremor in the void, amid the thunderous chanting of Brahma songs and Buddha script, everyone saw, with a jolt, the drifting clouds above Mount Putuo blazing with golden light, actually condensing into a colossal Buddha standing tall between heaven and earth.

"Cha!"

Fuhong let out a deep shout; his visage turned like a wrathful Vajra, and he suddenly strode forward. The Nine-Ring Alms Staff in his hand swung down in a slow yet swift arc. That staff strike was fast yet felt slow, like a mountain collapsing, like a tidal wave, like a torrential downpour, vast and inexhaustible!

At this moment.

The abbot who had sat in meditation beneath the giant Buddha for thousands of years was no longer that kindly old monk with benevolent brows, but the wrathful Vajra of the Buddhist gate, who descends to subdue demons and devils!

"Hahaha, good, come!"

Facing this fierce strike, Ye Qingchen burst out laughing. Just as Fuhong had not held back in the slightest against him, he knew he himself could no longer afford even half a measure of reservation. He raised his hand and gripped, and the starry radiance across the heavens suddenly converged, transforming into a long sword three feet seven inches in length!

It was the Star Sword!

With a crisp 'ding-dang', the Star Sword hacked down onto the Nine-Ring Alms Staff.

Sword and staff met, sparks spraying in all directions.

In that instant.

A violent gust, taking their two bodies as its center, swept out with savage force. On the mountaintop, countless Buddha statues cracked with a sharp 'kacha', breaking cleanly in half, the fracture surfaces smooth as a mirror!

And at this time.

Fuhong's expression had already tightened; clutching his Zen Staff, he swept it through the air. A shrill howl tore out as the staff danced, in the blink of an eye roaring like a mad dragon, trailing a golden mysterious shadow, lashing sideways at high speed like a Divine Dragon whipping its tail!

Where the alms staff swept past, it carried an ear-splitting ripping sound; the ground flaked and peeled inch by inch, whirling up gales and dust, like ten thousand horses galloping, shaking the whole of Mount Putuo in wild tumult!

Ye Qingchen merely answered with a single sweeping stroke of his sword.

"Zheng!"

A fierce sword cry resounded from the void; in a blink, the air seemed shredded. A sword light condensed to the utmost cleaved across midair, as if to cut heaven and earth in two. That golden mysterious shadow, vast as a dragon, galloping on without cease, was abruptly split apart under this sword.

The sword light did not wane, and savagely slashed, mid-waist, toward Fuhong's torso.

Where the sword light passed, the void itself seemed severed above and below. If it were any other powerful cultivator, facing this sword they would likely have already turned deathly pale, completely at a loss.

But how could Fuhong be anything but formidable.

Staff in hand, he tightened his grip with both hands; the staff tip flicked, brushed, and beat in his grasp, now sticking, now smearing, now dispersing. In a single instant it changed several times, fluid as drifting clouds and flowing water, unloading more than half of the Power. Only then did the staff shatter the sword light and crash down onto the Star Sword!

"Dang!"

A sound like a great bell and mighty gong erupted.

It was as if someone had lifted a ten-thousand-jun iron rod and smashed it against a bronze bell, the sound deafening. With this clash, the two were not merely pitting their True Qi against each other, but also the strength of their fleshly bodies and Power!

As sword and staff collided, the whole of Mount Putuo shuddered violently, as though beginning to sway.

Fuhong's body trembled, jolting back a step, a flash of shock flickering in his eyes.

In his view, no matter how strong Ye Qingchen was, there ought to be some limit. Yet he had never imagined that Ye Qingchen's fleshly body and strength could be so overwhelmingly powerful!

But what he did not know was that Ye Qingchen was likewise secretly astonished.

"Worthy of an old monster!"

"So many years without taking action, yet he still has such methods! If it were those like Zou Ji Dao or Yu Hongqing, under my previous sword they'd likely already be flustered and helpless. But Fuhong actually broke force with finesse, dissolving my killing blow alive!"

As these thoughts flickered in his heart.

Ye Qingchen's hands did not slacken in the slightest. On the contrary, in that instant he stepped forward suddenly, pressing in on Fuhong at high speed. In a heartbeat, man followed sword, closing to within one zhang of Fuhong, about to engage this abbot of Vajra Temple in close-quarters combat!

The onlookers saw Ye Qingchen gripping the sword with both hands, the sword edge whirling. In the void it traced out a vast circle, like a bright moon hanging in the heavens, dazzling beyond compare, actually suppressing the endless Buddha light beyond Mount Putuo!

"Amitabha!"

Fuhong's expression was more solemn than ever before. He intoned the Buddha's name, Buddha light swirling about him, layering around his body, forming the phantom of a colossal Buddha, then turning his Zen Staff and striking forward!

"Dong!"

A vast resonant impact rang out.

Fuhong retreated again.

And the giant Buddha around him shuddered violently, its radiance rippling, as though on the verge of shattering.

This sword of Ye Qingchen's was no simple strike. He had blended into it a sword from the Ten Thousand Treasures Sword Scripture, and he had pushed the Ancient Dragon Elephant Technique to its limit. By virtue of fleshly strength alone, he could naturally crush Fuhong!

"Again!"

Ye Qingchen let out a long roar, his figure once more transforming into boundless sword light, sweeping toward Fuhong!

"Tang!"

A booming crash even more violent than before erupted.

Fuhong once more staggered back several steps, trampling the Buddha statues behind him into shattered fragments, stone flying. Ye Qingchen in an instant pressed in again, his body like a swimming dragon, sword light spinning, sweeping rapidly, baring its fangs and fiercely charging to the front of Fuhong!

Fuhong raised his alms staff, hastily blocking once more!

Amid the savage tumult of impact, Fuhong's body retreated yet again.

Seeing this scene.

Everyone outside Mount Putuo blanched in horror. No one had expected Ye Qingchen to be so overbearing, actually holding his own against Fuhong and beating him so hard he had no chance to counter!

Even when Fuhong tried to strike back, his counterattacks would be forced aside by Ye Qingchen's even more ferocious moves. Fuhong fought as he retreated; even expending every last trick he possessed, he could only barely fend off the blows!

In just a brief span of moments, vast Mount Putuo had already been literally cut down by half by the two of them!

"This level of strength and cultivation is simply terrifying!"

Someone swallowed hard, unable to keep his voice from trembling.

Before this, everyone only knew that Ye Qingchen's strength was frightening, but did not know just how far that horror went. Only by seeing today that Fuhong, who had entered the Celestial Immortal realm thousands of years ago, was being driven back step by step under Ye Qingchen's offensive did they truly understand how fearsome this Celestial South Fierce God really was!

"After Ye the Demon stepped into the Celestial Immortal realm, facing other Celestial Immortals is practically a one-sided crushing!"

All present sighed in amazement.

"Fuhong won't be able to hold on much longer!"

Yi Tianli suddenly spoke.

Everyone quickly turned their gaze.

They saw that the layer of Buddha's Golden Light around Fuhong was already like precarious porcelain, covered in cracks, and even the Zen Staff in his hand was full of fissures.

As for the monks of Vajra Temple watching the battle, all of them clenched their fists tight, staring deathly at the two combatants.

Naturally, they hoped that Fuhong could turn the tide; otherwise, the entire Vajra Temple would be utterly razed to the ground.

"Die!"

Just then.

A harsh shout suddenly rang out.

They saw the Star Sword in Ye Qingchen's hand twist, and the bright moon of Great Perfection and Great Reincarnation hanging in the sky suddenly shrank in that instant into a crescent moon like a curved hook.

And in that very moment, carrying a ferocious stance to cut down all things, it plunged straight down from the Nine Heavens above!

"Not good!"

Seeing this, even Fuhong could not help but blanch, his expression changing wildly. Buddha light burst forth around him as he lifted his alms staff with a lightning movement, trying to block Ye Qingchen's irresistible, spear-through-bamboo sword!

"Kacha!"

A crisp cracking sound rang out.

For a moment, time itself seemed to halt in the depths of countless gazes.

They saw it clearly.

The Nine-Ring Alms Staff, already covered in cracks, split cleanly in two, the fracture gleaming smooth as a mirror! The Star Sword's momentum did not diminish; under the onlookers' terrified eyes it hacked down with savage force, cleaving the manifested dharma image around Fuhong into two halves with a single stroke, then slanting down onto Fuhong's shoulder.

"Puff!"

Blood sprayed.

Even Fuhong's body was hacked cleanly into two pieces.

"How is that possible?"

An uproar of horrified cries shook heaven and earth!

Fuhong actually died?