Translator: Legge
“Bald monk!”
Golden Feather was enraged.
All these years, the Golden Crow race had dominated Tianhuang Mainland and was almost invincible—he had never encountered such an injury!
Under normal circumstances, given the Golden Crow race’s regeneration capabilities, they should recover quickly with the surge of their blood qi.
However, the flames on the green lantern possessed an extremely terrifying might.
When Golden Feather’s blood qi surged over, it was burned and refined into nothingness!
“You’ve enraged me!”
Golden Feather’s expression was cold and his eyes burned with rage. He reared his head and roared into the skies as his blood qi surged and his body expanded.
In the blink of an eye, he reverted to his true form.
A gigantic three-legged Golden Crow descended on the battlefield!
The three-legged Golden Crow spread his wings that were dozens of feet long and burned with blazing flames. Every single wing shone with a golden light.
One of his three legs was clearly incomplete—it was the claw that was burned by the green lantern.
“Do you want to play with fire?”
Golden Feather’s voice sounded. “Today, I’ll let you have a taste of the Golden Crow race’s Destiny Flame!”
He opened his mouth and suddenly spat out a stream of scorching flames. With a golden flash, the temperature of the entire battlefield rose.
“That’s the Sun Essence Fire!”
“Legend has it that when the Golden Crow race’s Sun Essence Fire is cultivated to its limits, it can even transform into a blazing sun!”
The living beings of the ten thousand races exclaimed.
Ming Zhen’s expression was unchanged as he held the green lantern in his hands and chanted Sanskrit. His glabella shone and a Dharmic power shot out from his fingertip into the green lantern.
Swoosh!
Suddenly, the flame on the green lantern expanded wildly and burst into flames, charging towards the Sun Essence Fire.
The green and golden flames collided and devoured one another without relenting, forming a stalemate!
“Ming Zhen is truly not simple. Although the green lantern was an Emperor weapon in the past, it would definitely not be able to unleash such might if one’s comprehension of Buddhism was not deep enough.”
“That’s right, there are too few people who can suppress the Golden Crow race in terms of flames.”
“Among the nine races, only the Illumination Dragon lineage of the Dragon race can fight against the Golden Crow race in the Dao of flames.”
Golden Feather channeled his Essence Spirit wildly and flames danced in his eyes.
Under the watch of the Golden Crow clansmen, the four princes and the experts of the Primordial Six Races as well as the living beings of the ten thousand races, he must not lose!
Suddenly!
Two golden flames burst forth from Golden Feather’s eyes with an extremely terrifying aura!
Visual technique—Flowing Fire Eye!
Ming Zhen looked at the two incoming flames and suddenly blinked. Lowering his head slightly, he emanated an extremely benevolent might!
The moment the two flames landed in front of Ming Zhen, they were extinguished!
When the Bodhisattva’s head is lowered, thousands of visual techniques can be dispelled!
The might of Ming Zhen’s body surged into the green lantern and the green flame intensified. Instantly, it devoured Golden Feather’s Sun Essence Fire and rose against the tide to devour the latter!
Golden Feather’s expression changed as he spread his wings hurriedly, preparing to escape from the range of the green flames.
Right then, Ming Zhen’s voice sounded.
“Great Vow Seal!”
Ming Zhen reached out and conjured a Dharmic seal, pressing it slowly in the direction of Golden Feather.
The speed of the Dharmic seal was extremely slow.
However, Golden Feather felt as though he was restrained by an extremely powerful force and could not move at all, as though a gigantic mountain was pressing down on him!
The Great Vow Seal contained the power of hope from Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.
He swore that he would only attain Buddhahood if Hell was empty and all living beings were liberated.
His tremendous willpower could even subdue Hell, let alone a three-legged Golden Crow!
Against the Great Vow Seal, the speed of the three-legged Golden Crow was completely useless!
Golden Feather seemed to be frozen in midair and could only watch helplessly as the green flames engulfed him!
“Ah!”
Golden Feather shrieked in the flames.
The ten thousand races were shaken!
Many cultivators were invigorated as well!
Ming Zhen had won this battle!
Furthermore, he had won against the Golden Crow race despite his lower cultivation realm!
Ming Zhen’s expression was unchanged when he heard Golden Feather’s tragic cry in the flames and he had no intention of stopping.
Abbot Hui Shen of Dapamkara Monastery looked worried.
“That’s enough!”
Suddenly, the Eighth Prince said coldly.
Ming Zhen was unmoved.
“You must have a death wish!”
Suddenly, the Eighth Prince vanished from the spot. The moment he said that, he had already arrived before Ming Zhen and reached out to grab the latter!
Before the palm descended, it transformed into the sharp claws of the Golden Crow race!
“Ah!”
A wave of shock and astonishment could be heard from the crowd.
The Eighth Prince, a Half-Martial Ancestor, had attacked!
This was no longer a minor realm difference.
This was a suppression of cultivation realm!
Ming Zhen was extremely calm and his blood qi surged, raising him to the Tsunami Blood realm instantly. He punched the Eighth Prince heavily in the palm!
Bang!
Ming Zhen shuddered and grunted dully, staggering three steps back with a pained expression.
With every step, a deep footprint would appear on the ground!
The strength of a Half-Martial Ancestor was way too terrifying, let alone one of the Golden Crow ten princes!
It was as the cultivators had expected.
Even if Ming Zhen defeated Golden Feather, an even stronger primordial race being would stand out.
The arrival of a Half-Martial Ancestor of the primordial races was something that no one in the same cultivation realm could match!
“Little monk, have a taste of my Sun Essence Fire!”
Suddenly, the Eighth Prince opened his mouth and spat out a blazing golden flame that surged over!
Ming Zhen had a grim expression and could only give up on killing Golden Feather. Retracting his green lantern, he channeled a green flame and burned it towards the Eighth Prince’s Sun Essence Fire!
This time round, the green flame was devoured by the Sun Essence Fire almost instantly!
This Sun Essence Fire contained a trace of divine power!
Ming Zhen’s green flames could not defend against it at all!
The Sun Essence Fire engulfed Ming Zhen and he had nowhere to retreat.
He took a deep breath of air and suddenly assumed a lotus position on the ground, chanting a sutra. Instantly, a golden light emanated from his body.
That was the Ksitigarbha True Body!
The Sun Essence Fire engulfed Ming Zhen and burned him continuously.
Ming Zhen clasped his palms together and his body was filled with golden light. He sat in the flames and channeled his Essence Spirit to defend with all his might!
“Hehe!”
The Eighth Prince sneered coldly, “Let’s see how long more you can last!”
The Eighth Prince’s spirit consciousness was vast and his Dharmic powers were boundless as they surged continuously into the Sun Essence Fire.
The flames blazed and climbed more than a hundred feet into the air. It intensified and surged with a blinding golden light, engulfing Ming Zhen’s figure before long!
The excited crowd gradually calmed down as they looked at the ball of flames.
Many cultivators looked dejected.
“Is there anyone else from the human race?!”
The Eighth Prince’s aura was torrential as he stood in midair and looked down at the ten thousand races with disdain. “Who dares to stand out and fight me!”
No one replied.
“What a bunch of trash!”
The Eighth Prince spat with a disdainful expression and sneered, “The fortune of the human race is depleted and the era of the ancient Emperors have passed! There’s only you bunch of weak and cowardly people left! You’re not worthy to be the masters of Tianhuang Mainland!”
Every single sentence from the Eighth Prince seemed to pierce the hearts of many cultivators.
Some were frustrated, some were indignant and some were affronted.
However, no one could step forward.
That was because many cultivators knew that even if they stood out, they would be killed by the Eighth Prince easily and would only humiliate themselves.
They could not defend at all!
“If humans are not worthy, a feathered lowlife like you is even less worthy!”
A cold voice sounded from outside, causing an uproar!
