Chapter 1097 - 1096: Asura Blood

Fuhong is dead?

Died under a single sword strike from Ye Qingchen?

This is something no one had anticipated!

Watching as Fuhong's body shuddered, the lower half unmoving while the upper half slanted and fell, like a chopped down tree, crashing heavily to the ground!

In that instant.

The world echoed with a thunderous roar like a landslide and tsunami. No one expected that in less than half a stick of incense, this battle of celestial immortals had decisively reached its conclusion.

"Mr. Ye has won!"

Witnessing this scene.

Chen Ying at the foot of the mountain couldn't help but cheer.

The disciples of the Paramount also rejoiced in unison.

"This is the true strength of Ye the Demon!" Du Li, hidden amongst the crowd, shrank his neck, his eyes filled only with terror. "This was the abbot of Vajra Temple! And he was actually cleaved into two by a single sword strike!"

Below Mount Putuo, the crowd was either shocked, fearful, or in disbelief.

Yet, more so, there was disappointment.

This battle of celestial immortals had ended far quicker than they had imagined.

"Is it really over?"

"Fuhong is actually dead?"

"Hmph, what Vajra Temple abbot, supposedly a celestial immortal for a thousand years. I thought he had some means to challenge Ye the Demon, but it turned out to be nothing!"

There was a burst of derisive laughter amongst the crowd.

Some were already preparing to leave.

"No, wait... Look, the monks from Vajra Temple haven't left. And those celestial immortals' expressions... And Ye the Demon!" someone suddenly exclaimed.

Everyone quickly looked.

They saw Hui Le, Hui Ming, and others from Vajra Temple with complicated expressions.

Many celestial immortals frowned, their eyes filled with dread.

And Ye Qingchen looked as if facing a great enemy!

"What is going on?"

The crowd was puzzled.

"Look quickly!"

Suddenly a shout came through.

Everyone hurriedly looked towards the sky.

They saw the previously clear sky above Mount Putuo suddenly become somber and obscure, as if a fierce demon had descended! From the void came a 'thud, thud, thud' sound! Like the footsteps of a demon, or the heartbeat of a demon!

"So that's how it is!"

Ye Qingchen laughed heartily.

"Fuhong, I didn't expect that the rumors were true. You not only hail from the Twelve Demon Sects of the Western Wilderness, but you're also an Asura..."

What?

Everyone quickly looked.

They saw.

Fuhong's severed body rapidly regenerate, a terrifying aura emanating from his body, instantly casting Mount Putuo under a layer of shadow.

The once upright and striking Fuhong was gone. In his place was an Asura over ten feet tall, with jet-black skin, muscles knotted like rocky protrusions, and dark golden eyes overflowing with boundless bloodlust and slaughter!

Behind him, a golden Buddhist halo burst forth with a 'bang'. The torn golden kasaya transformed into a blood-red monk's robe draped around him!

The bizarre scene of this Buddha-demon transformation made everyone furrow their brows.

"Amitabha!"

The monks of Vajra Temple, witnessing this scene, all chanted the Buddha's name, seemingly unable to accept it.

And below Mount Putuo, a tide-rushing roar resonated.

"How can this be?"

"Fuhong is actually an Asura?"

In ancient times, Asuras were known for bloodthirstiness and combativeness.

But who would have thought.

This abbot who established Vajra Temple was actually also an Asura.

"The rumors were true after all..." Yi Tianli's eyes sparkled, "It seems that the strong power I once sensed within him should indeed be the Asura bloodline within him?"

"He, he's actually an Asura?"

Among the celestial immortals, the youngest Cloud Mist Sect leader, Master Xingyue, was full of surprise and doubt in her beautiful eyes.

Clearly.

This scene had already exceeded her understanding.

"Indeed!" The Sect Leader of Infinite Sect, Ye Bozhong slightly nodded with a somewhat ambiguous smile: "Fuhong was originally a demon of the Western Wilderness. In those days, he was not inferior to Ye the Demon at this moment."

"Then why..." Master Xingyue grew increasingly puzzled.

"When Fuhong was in Southern Heaven, he once encountered an old monk and was converted by him, thus entering the monastic life!" Ye Bozhong sneered, "A demon head from the Western Fantasy Asura Race actually founded the largest Buddhist sect in Southern Heaven. What a grand irony!"

"Boom!"

At this moment, Fuhong fiercely stepped forward.

He raised his hand to grab, and the two shattered pieces of the Nine-Ring Alms Staff transformed into countless black rays, transforming into a long black blade akin to a rib. The blade flashed, ominous and terrifying.

With a gentle wave, the void resonated with crashing waves, slicing through the emptiness. An inexhaustible flow of blade energy surged like a monstrous sea of blood.

Before the blade arrived, overwhelming blade aura had fiercely rushed forward.

"Crack!"

A series of fracturing sounds erupted fiercely, and countless Buddhist statues in the mountains shattered into segments.

"What a terrifying blade!"

The crowd was astounded.

The power of this blade was several times greater than before.

"This is that force!"

Yi Tianli squinted.

The power belonged to the Asura Bloodline!

"Break!"

Facing Fuhong who unleashed all his power, Ye Qingchen laughed heartily, gripping the Star Sword with both hands, spinning the blade, and suddenly slicing out.

This sword strike nearly split the sky, reversing the Star River as a sword rainbow pierced through, like a swimming dragon slicing through the sky, forcibly tearing through the raging sea and crashing into the black blade!

"Boom!"

The collision of blade and sword caused both bodies to retreat fiercely along the ground!

They were evenly matched!

"How did Fuhong suddenly become so strong? Just now, he wasn't a match for Mr. Ye!"

Chen Ying couldn't believe it.

While the watching Celestial Immortals had bizarre expressions, only Yi Tianli stared intently ahead:

"Asura are warlike and bloodthirsty! Is this the trump card Fuhong relies on to challenge Ye Qingchen? By drawing on the power hidden in his bloodline, he can elevate his existing strength further!"

Consider a Celestial Immortal as a wooden bucket.

The Power of Heaven and Earth as sea water.

Thus, Fuhong who awakened the Asura Blood is like a larger bucket.

At this moment, what delighted the Vajra Temple crowd was Fuhong switching from defense to attack, wielding the immense Power of Heaven and Earth, actively advancing towards Ye Qingchen.

"Go!"

Fuhong shouted with a deep voice, charging like stars chasing the moon, the blade shining with demon dragon-like fangs, rolling towards, a fierce blade mark swiftly traversing dozens of yards, suddenly hastening to Ye Qingchen's front.

"Break!"

Ye Qingchen's eyes emitted a dazzling green, activating the Ancient Dragon Elephant Technique to its utmost, his flowing robe crackling, the Star Sword rotating by, fiercely striking with great force onto the blade spanning heaven and earth.

Blades clashed, the vicious intersecting blade aura nearly shaved another fraction off Mount Putuo, countless shattered stones shooting outward like Flying Locust Crossbow Arrows, scattering frantically. The crowds below the mountain wailed and fled!

"Again!"

Ye Qingchen paid no heed, spurred by his Qi Blood, charging once more.

Fuhong's face was contorted, pressing forward equally, the blade revolving, transforming into a barrage of blade shadows that obscured the sun, furiously chopping towards Ye Qingchen. Ultimately, it transformed into a black curtain, swiftly enveloping Ye Qingchen!

"This is the horror of the Asura Race! Though they haven't fought for thousands of years, the belligerent instinct embedded in their blood has not diminished!"

Watching Fuhong's aggressive assault, the crowd was all struck with dread.

Asura are known for fighting to the death, never resting until victorious.

With Ye Qingchen's skills, how long can he endure against Fuhong? Even Chen Ying and others began to worry!

"Clang!"

Three flicks of a finger later.

Ye Qingchen, using the Ten Thousand Treasures Sword Scripture, burst through the pervasive blade aura.

But at this moment, Fuhong had already advanced with the blade. In an instant, showing an even more vicious stance than before, he charged towards Ye Qingchen. Yet Ye Qingchen remained unfazed, advancing with his sword.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Blade and sword collide, igniting heaven-shocking sparks.

Ye Qingchen stayed indifferent, coldly watching Fuhong:

"So this is your method? It's nothing remarkable! You've already been severely wounded and now you're fully utilizing your bloodline power, how long can you sustain it? When your bloodline power runs dry, that's your time to die!"

Clang!

Blade and sword collide, both bodies withdraw again, taking several steps back.

"Enough to kill you!"

Fuhong's gaze was cold and stern.

His hands clenched into fists, his body turned increasingly black, countless blood-red demon marks rapidly emerged from his skin, his stature becoming more towering. Even within him, sounds of vast rivers, lakes, and seas resonated!

It was the boiling sound of Asura Blood!