One Legged Ox Demon King and Feng Xingyue, Bi Xia, Xia Nishang and the rest were out for the moment and while Little Buddha exerted her self-defense in the battle with Divine Eyes Demon King in the battle of sounds, he was on the losing end. Lei Tingchan’s ability was estimated to be at the level between one-apertured and the four-apertured great grandmaster. Even so, the Divine Eyes Demon King had a strength almost on par with the Martial King Realm of the human tribe. Both of them differed in almost an entire realm and if not for the Zero Thought Sect’s sounds of Sanskrit, a unique Buddhism skill which surpassed the Divine Eyes Demon King’s “Two Reflections of Moon” in terms of intricacy, Little Buddha might not have held out for so long.
In the blink of an eye, Little Buddha Lei Tingchan’s body swayed a little, and a bead of blood appeared between her eyebrows.
That was the symptom of over-dosage of the sounds of Sanskrit.
Her unparalleled beautiful face had also turned as white as a sheet; with the accentuation of her white clothes, her entire body seemed ethereal and unparalleled in purity. She looked like a Bodhisattva that had come down to Earth, too beautiful to behold. It would be hard for anyone to forget that visage. To many people, as the Buddhist clothes were on that beautiful woman’s body, Little Buddha radiated boundless charisma.
The real divine figure was sitting quietly beside the table, and an inkling of a smile appeared now and then on his lips. He took out a black eight-inch reed and started to blow on it gently, pressing to his lips.
The original divine son was already an influential figure and there was a mesmerizing quality to his speech and actions, almost as if it had been in accordance to the definition of beauty between heaven and earth. He was very pleasing to the eye and it was as if his whole being was wrapped in a layer of glory, truly an outstanding individual. As for the string of his actions, it believed divinity, and was as flowing as the water. The dark ink bone was next to his lips and a string of melodious flute music flowed out, like a refreshing river amidst the moon and the mountains at night.
The reed music was like a torrent and flowed out gradually. It reached the battle between sounds of Sanskrit and the erhu.
The Divine son was actually an expert in sound attacks.
The sound of reed pipes wafted out in a silvery glow. Its tunes were melodious and pure, flawless even, and like ripples it spread out together with the golden sounds of Sanskrit. Its power trebled and gradually, it was overcoming the power of “The Moon Over a Fountain” emitted by the erhu. That way, it scored a victory.
The Dependent Arising Clan was truly outstanding. The depths of that Divine Son were unfathomable. Clearly, it was above Bi Xia, Nia Nishang and the rest. He was inscrutable and his whole being was like a deity who had descended to earth. That wind and charisma, suggested that it was almost simply too good to be true.
Ding Hao was extremely surprised.
Amidst the group of young people whose details the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect had gathered, that of the Dependent Arising Clan’s divine sons and saintess were the littlest.
“Ye sister who listens to scriptures, your brother in martial arts wishes you god speed.” Divine Son opened his mouth gently, brimming with charisma.
While he was talking, the sound of the bone pipe continued unceasing and wafting in the air. It was clear that his grasp of sound attack techniques had reached a masterly level.
Little Buddha, who was wearing a robe of white and presenting unparalleled beauty only nodded her head slightly and did not reply. She did not even open her eyes.
Ding Hao shook his head uncontrollably.
“Mind Essential” had conferred upon Ding Hao strong seventh-senses, which allowed him to feel that things were amiss. However, he could not pinpoint where things had gone wrong.
After a short while, One Tao In Morning Dao Qingcheng could not help but give a long sigh. Unsheathing his sword, he rushed into the battle.
One Blow Dao Qingcheng from the Chopping Sun City which he practiced emphasized upon the fighting desire, cultivating Dao to a high level, and whoever triggered it in the midst of a battle would be able to transform into a battle-frenzied spirit. The fighting desire would not stop at that, and instead, would intensify as the battle went on. Moreover, the combat strength would also increase. It was said that when the practice had reached an unfathomable realm, when injuries worsened, the attack force would increase and the technique would allow the practitioner to gain victory.
Fighting desire was naturally cultivated in the midst of battles.
And meeting such a level of battle was simply like dry wood meeting fire. Dao Qingcheng had entered the battle for a while and at that moment, he could no longer control the fighting desire in his heart. With a sweep of his long saber, he transformed into the wind. His saber radiated light; he headed straight for the Demon King.
“Boom!”
Long Saber and Giant White Bone produced a terrible cleaving sound when they collided.
The One Legged Ox Demon King was momentarily stunned, his body gently swaying. Clearly, Dao Qingcheng had great strength.
Before, Feng Xingyun, Bi Xia, the Saint Son of Falling Star and the others were not known for their strengths. When they encountered such a realm of strength as the [Yak Demon King], they had a tough opponent who liked to go hard, and was always struggling a bit. The addition of Dao Qingcheng had finally eased their pressure, as if there were a powerful MT meat outfit in the team battle, to withstand the bombardment of [yak demon king], or other people’s ingenious moves. Finally, you could play it.
That battle team of expert geniuses from the Human Tribe gradually overturned the tables.
While on the other hand—
Since she has had the support of Divine Son, Little Buddha Lei Tingchan had finally soothed her pressure. The melding of the black bone pipe and “sounds of Sanskrit” could block the “Two Reflections of Moon”. Even though the collaboration seemed victorious, Ding Hao keenly felt that there was a loophole in the collaboration between those two prodigies.
“Sounds of Sanskrit” was a Buddhism technique. It was august and carried a sense of melancholy which instantly enveloped whoever heard it. On the other hand, even though Divine Son’s black bone pipe carried the flavor of reincarnation and Samsara from Buddhism, it was still built on the foundation of earthly feelings and basically, did not fit in anywhere. At the start of the collaboration to the point where the two were entering a climax, the collaboration turned tail and they started attacking each other.
Ding Hao could feel the break up in that collaboration and with the talent of the Spirit Eyes Demon King, he naturally grasped it well.
The rhythm of the erhu intensified in pace and its sound changed abruptly. From the sonorous and melodious tune it had, it suddenly became fraught with intensity and conflict—the killing intent started to emanate and threaten whoever had come close to it. The power of its sound wave had trebled much from its previous levels and it destroyed Lei Tingchan’s collaboration with the Divine Son, tearing those two apart. The resulting stress levels came rolling in, as if it toppled mountains and overturned the seas.
The Divine Son’s facial expression changed. It no longer looked sanguine. Right then, his expression was fraught with worry.
