Duanmu Sheng leaped down. His Hundred Tribulations Insight avatar crashed down like a cannonball.
Boom!
A round pit left behind by the impact of the Golden Lotus appeared before everyone’s eyes.
Several puppets were slammed into the ground.
“Scorching Field Hundred Strikes!”
“Thousand Waves!”
Hua Wudao who had rushed back could not help but cough and feel like vomiting when he witnessed this scene. He sighed inwardly. ‘I can’t help but feel anxious for every single day that I have to spend in the Evil Sky Pavilion.’ He glanced at Hua Yuexing, who was above the Evil Sky Pavilion. She would fire a few arrows to repel the puppets every once in a while. His mood improved when he looked at her.
Meanwhile, Zhang Jin, the Grand Elder of the Hengqu Branch, rose to his feet and charged out again. He was merely one of many puppets. The puppets felt no pain, fear, or death.
Pan Litian frowned. His Wine Gourd burst with a golden radiance once more as he tossed it out at the puppets.
Little Yuan’er, Zhao Yue, Mingshi Yin, and Zhu Honggong leaped down Golden Court Mountain as well.
For a time, there was a chaotic mess of energy. The area within several hundred meters of the mountain was tumultuous. Energy flew everywhere…
Lu Zhou tapped Whitzard’s back with the tips of his toes. He stepped into the air as Whitzard seemed to vanish into thin air. A mount like Whitzard that was accompanied by Auspicious Qi was too conspicuous. It would easily be discovered. Therefore, it was replaced by the more inconspicuous Bi An.
Lu Zhou traveled toward a boulder halfway up the mountain on Bi An’s back. He observed the situation from the shadows.
The others nodded when they saw the pavilion master disappear. These were just a bunch of puppets. Indeed, the pavilion master did not need to trouble himself with this.
Unbeknownst to them, Lu Zhou was silently cheering his disciples on from Bi An’s back. ‘I’m helpless as well. With my cultivation base, the only thing I can do is to wave a flag and shout.’
Lu Zhou muttered to himself as he observed the battle below, “He’s willing to give up 200 years of his life just to take down the Evil Sky Pavilion?”
Zhang Yuanshan had been an Eight-leaf cultivator when he was alive. This meant Ba Ma was not weak. Was it possible that Yu Shangrong was held hostage by Ba Ma after Yu Shangrong had killed Zhang Yuanshan? Lu Zhou did not think it entirely impossible.
Meanwhile, Pan Litian repelled Zhang Jin once more as he muttered under his breath, “He’s unbelievably tough.”
Leng Luo unleashed his Dao Invisibility skill on Zhang Jin. He launched a barrage of attacks. Several palm seals struck Zhang Jin’s body. Then, he said, “Old Pan, hit him on the back of his head.”
“Alright, I’ll listen to you just this once.” With Leng Luo’s cooperation, Pan Litian let out a burst of energy. His Wine Gourd spun as it shot out. It grew in size and shone with a golden radiance. He cried out, “Sleeping on the Mountains!”
Bam!
Pan Litian’s Wine Gourd hit Zhang Jin on the back of his head.
Crack!
The crisp sound of something cracking rang in the air.
The puppet Zhang Jin flailed his arms and seemed to be in a frenzy. However, soon after, he felt backward, seemingly at his last breath.
“What do you think about my Sleeping on the Mountains?” Pan Litian asked.
Leng Luo asked skeptically, “Is there such a technique in the Clarity Sect?”
“I improvised,” Pan Litian shamelessly replied.
“…” Leng Luo moved swiftly. He vanished from sight and shot down the mountain like a specter.
“Isn’t that a cool name?” Pan Litian leaped down and ran after him.
Leng Luo moved to Duanmu Sheng and the others and said, “Aim for the back of their heads.”
“As expected of Elder Leng. You’re so knowledgeable,” Mingshi Yin said politely before he moved at lightning speed. He gripped the Separation Hook tightly and charged into the horde of puppets.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
Finally, the puppets were falling.
From her position above the Evil Sky Pavilion, Hua Yuexing began to aim for the backs of the puppets’ heads with her energy arrows. However, it was rather difficult for her to land a shot since she had to wait for the puppets’ backs to face her before she could even take aim. Even then, she managed to take down a few puppets.
Meanwhile, on the boulder, Lu Zhou sighed. The puppets were dead people. As expected, he was not rewarded with any merit points from killing them. He was beginning to dislike witchcraft.
At this moment, Lu Zhou saw Buddhist Master Xu Jing walking in the air above the horde of puppets. A few dozens of disciples stood behind him.
“Amitabha. The bodhi tree isn’t a tree, the clear mirror isn’t a mirror.”
Xu Jing and his disciples opened their mouths and chanted in unison. In just an instant, the chants buzzed in the air.
“The Grand Enhancing Buddhist Technique, the Bright Mirror.”
With Xu Jing led the other monks to chant, a huge circle spread out and shone brightly as it spun. Then, it dropped down slowly.
Lu Zhou had seen Wu Nian use this skill on the Lotus Dais previously. He did not expect its power and range would increase so dramatically when so many monks worked together.
When the circle of light descended on the ground, the light would flash as the monks chanted.
Lu Zhou stroked his beard and nodded. Although Jiang Aijian was lazy and carefree, he could still offer up good suggestions sometimes.
With this battle, Xu Jing and his monks’ values had risen. After all, it would have been more difficult if Xu Jing and his disciples were not around.
The people who were battling below were all elites of Evil Sky Pavilion. Leng Luo, Pan Litian, Little Yuan’er, Duanmu Sheng, Mingshi Yin, Zhao Yue, Zhu Honggong surged with energies after being boosted by the Bright Mirror. Soon after, the foot of the mountain was filled with emerging avatars.
As the battle continued, a shining monk could be seen hovering at a corner.
…
Meanwhile, Ba Ma frowned upon seeing this. “A Buddhist sect?”
He saw his charging puppets fall as they engaged their powerful opponents. Although he remained expressionless, his fists were tightly clenched.
He waved his right hand. “Old villain… I don’t think that you’ll be willing to watch them drown in a sea of corpses…”
A purple radiant circle flew toward the monk who pulled on his black carriage.
The monk’s eyes snapped open, and he stared at the sky blankly.
“Kong Yuan… Go! They’re all your enemies. Let your hatred run wild!”
Kong Yun was dead, but he seemed to understand Ba Ma’s words. His eyes widened.
Boom!
With lightning-fast movements, he left Ba Ma’s witchcraft circle and charged toward the square formation of Xu Jing and his monks. Black palm seals appeared in the air.
“Look out!” Hua Yuexing cried out, projecting her voice. She fired three consecutive shots at Kong Yuan.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
Her energy arrows struck the black palm seals, and they vanished.
Meanwhile, Lu Zhou frowned slightly when he saw this.
‘An Eight-leaf puppet. He’s really going all-out…’
Witchcraft was never pleasant. The higher the level of the puppet Ba Ma controlled, the higher the price he would have to pay.
Lu Zhou remembered the withering plants that seemed to have increased lately. ‘Borrowing life from the heavens?’
At the same time, Xu Jing chanted, and a Ward Mudra appeared. He activated his Buddha Golden Body.
Whizz!
Boom!
Kong Yuan’s black palm seals collided with the Golden Body and the Ward Mudra.
Their energies caused turbulence in the air.
Xu Jing’s disciples retreated.
“Hold your positions! Do not separate!”
Kong Yuan reeled from the backlash.
Pan Litian shot toward Kong Yuan with movements like a swallow. “I’ll be your opponent!” Although he had not completely recovered his cultivation base, he was still once an Eight-leaf cultivator. It was only fair for an Eight-leaf cultivator to fight another Eight-leaf cultivator. With his Wine Gourd, it should not be a problem for him to hold Kong Yuan off. Kong Yuan’s Primal Qi would run out sooner or later.
Lu Zhou looked at the numbers of the remaining puppets. Even with his disciples’ effort, their number was only reduced by one-third. He thought about it for a moment before he moved his arm and said, “Xu Jing, catch.”
Before Xu Jing could determine what it was, he caught the item that sailed toward him. When he saw the item in his hand, he said, “Prayer beads?”
“They’re Buddhist prayer beads. It once belonged to Kong Yuan. Although it has already acknowledged an owner, it’s still better than nothing.”
When Xu Jing heard this, he was overjoyed. “I don’t dare to receive any more of your goodwill, Benefactor Ji!”
In Lu Zhou’s eyes, that was a rubbish weapon. Not only was it useless to him, but it even had to be refined for it to acknowledge a new owner.
On the contrary, Xu Jing treated it like a treasure. There was no way he would not feel excited by it.
