I Can See Your Combat Power

Chapter 802 - 96: Battle of the Little Saint King

Chapter 802: Chapter 96: Battle of the Little Saint King

In the Xumi Mountain, within the Illusion Dream world

Chen Menglu, who had sent Tang Luo away, stood desolately atop the sacred altar. The materials from the Four Imperial Spirit Realms disintegrated before his eyes, transforming into the most primal Four Imperial Spiritual Power.

Recalling the young man’s final words, Chen Menglu couldn’t help but mock himself, “Chen Menglu, oh Chen Menglu, you pride yourself on peerless talent, yet you can’t even compare to a young man’s insight. To have the Illusion Dream bloodline awaken in you is truly a waste.”

Once, someone asked why those with Heaven-level bloodlines could so easily achieve the King Realm. The Saint King of the Xu Clan answered, “Because the abilities of a Heaven-level bloodline are almost akin to the Dao.”

Ordinary grandmasters struggle to reach the King Realm because they seek the Dao without success. But for those with Heaven-level bloodlines, the Dao is close at hand. It courses through their blood, the Dao is themselves.

They need not have sudden enlightenment; they need not ponder deeply, only to thoroughly understand their own bloodline abilities, and that will be the grand pathway to the King Realm.

Just like Tang Luo had said, instead of searching for the never-before-seen path of the Four Imperial Spirit Seals, it is better to study one’s own Illusion Dream bloodline.

But Chen Menglu was not content. Even if no one would practice the Four Imperial Spirit Seals again, he still wanted to be the last guardian of the Four Imperial Spirit Realms. If in the end, he couldn’t achieve the King Realm, then he would tell the world of the splendor of the Four Imperial Spirit Seals!

His eyes of confusion regained their determination. Chen Menglu left all his dejection in this illusionary space. When his Dharma Body dissipated and he reappeared at the hub of the Divine Array, he was still the Unparalleled Grandmaster, the master of the Illusionary Dream Space, Chen Menglu!

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Three thousand li west of Kunwu Divine Mountain

A monk in tattered robes and bare feet walked with his head bowed, covering several zhang with each step. The sacred chants echoed between heaven and earth, and all the living creatures swayed as they recited along.

In the monk’s hands was a string of prayer beads, rotating with the recitation. But the most dazzling golden relic among them was now covered in cracks.

This was the Vajra Relics after depleting their spiritual rhythm. The monk of Wuxiang Zen Temple was to confront the swordsman from Yuanzhou’s Xu Clan, and victory was nearly impossible. The relic was broken not because Yankong’s cultivation was inferior to Old Master Xu’s winning, but because the Emperor’s Void Phoenix Sword was too sharp, so sharp that even a relic left by an Arahant’s golden body couldn’t withstand its edge.

Ultimately, Yankong could only escape using his divine powers of swift travel, no longer wanting to entangle with Old Master Xu.

He had thought that by creating such a distance, he would be safe, but a clear, beautiful phoenix cry shattered Yankong’s wishful thinking.

They say that the crow of a rooster heralds the light of day, but at that moment, the phoenix’s cry purified all the sacred sounds in the world. Golden divine flames fell from the sky, blocking Yankong’s path.

“Monk, you really run fast. If it weren’t for the presence of the Vajra Relics on the Emperor’s Void Phoenix Sword, you might have succeeded,” said Old Master Xu, standing on the back of the golden phoenix, landing in front of Yankong with a grave voice, “Still the same demand, remove the Zen thoughts from Tang Xing’s Sea of ??Consciousness, or you will not be going anywhere!”

After reciting the name of the Supreme Noble Bodhisattva, Yankong raised his head to look at Old Master Xu and said, “Tang Xing is fated with Buddhism. Why must you insist on pressing so hard, Xu traveler?”

“I don’t care if you’re fated or not; your Zen preaching to the world is none of my business, but if you dare set your sights on my kin, extend a hand and it’ll be cut off, stick out a head and it’ll be chopped!” Xu Lao Ying’s peach blossom eyes were filled with deadly seriousness, as he drew another Spiritual Sword from the Sword Tomb, pointing the tip directly at Yankong’s brow and said, “This is no friendly spar; I won’t hold back an inch, I advise you not to make a mistake!”

With the Emperor’s Void Phoenix Sword and the Xuangjin Dragon Soul Armor, two divine items at his side, Xu Lao Ying stood on invincible ground, and even if his opponent practiced the famed Sutra of No Suffering and Extinction from the Wuxiang Zen Temple, he didn’t believe he would lose.

“Those free from suffering and extinction have no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, or mind; no form, sound, scent, taste, touch, or law; no realm of the eye, and even no realm of consciousness. There is no ignorance, nor is there an end to ignorance.”

Facing Xu Lao Ying’s aggressive pressure, Yankong finally lost his cool and strode towards the Xu Clan’s swordsman, casting the grand mantra from the Sutra of No Suffering and Extinction.

The Xu Clan’s swordsman, holding his sword, suddenly felt the world turn grey as if covered by a fog, all his sharp six senses, honed from the minor success of the Tongming Sword Body, were shrouded.

After he became unable to see anything before him, his ears also became deaf to any sound, then he couldn’t smell any scent, and even his sword-holding right hand felt numb.

The moment his Spiritual Power left his body, he lost all connection with it, his soul even grew incredibly dim and languished.

It seemed as if only a flickering, ghostly intent remained in his Sea of Consciousness, just after a single grand mantra, Xu Clan’s swordsman, who had the upper hand moments ago, now faced his greatest crisis.

What was more terrifying was that when Xu Lao Ying tried to call out the true name of the Divine Armor with his spirit speech, he couldn’t even make a sound, which made him realize the grand mantra of the Sutra of No Suffering and Extinction had sealed all his six senses, and in that moment, he was no different from a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

If there were an onlooker at this moment, they would see a Divine Buddhist Array emerge around Yankong and Xu Lao Ying, with each Buddhist seal and character forming a Prajna Wheel, completely engulfing the two.

Within this Prajna Wheel, the six senses of everyone were sealed, not just Xu Lao Ying’s, but Yankong’s as well.

However, the difference between Buddhist practitioners and ordinary martial artists is that ordinary martial artists only have six senses: eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, and mind.

But disciples of the Buddhist Sect also cultivate an additional Alaya Consciousness, this enabled Yankong to still clearly detect Xu Lao Ying’s position despite his sealed six senses within the Wheel.

At this moment, this Buddhist Son of Zen was pressing towards the Yuanzhou swordsman, who stood stiff on the spot, his fists gleaming with golden light, possessing the power to split mountains.

Even though Xu Lao Ying’s six senses were sealed, the Tongyou Intention granted by the Tongming Sword Body still existed in his Sea of Consciousness, frantically warning him of danger.

But Xu Lao Ying was well aware that in this situation, even if he attacked with all his might, Yankong would easily evade him; it would be nothing more than a waste of Spiritual Power. He was certain that the effect of this six senses-sealing wouldn’t be permanent, and only by breaking through the bottleneck of the Tongming Sword Body and reaching the level of merging with the void could he survive this catastrophe!

The Tongming Sword Body operated at full capacity; at this life or death moment with his six senses sealed, a thread of Tongyou Intention appeared extraordinarily agile, quickly opening the acupoints at the bottleneck of the Tongming Sword Body. Just as Yankong’s fists were about to strike his chest, the Tongming Sword Body that had taken years to minorly succeed finally made another breakthrough. Xu Lao Ying entered into the void, letting Yankong’s punches miss their mark.

Even within the Alaya Consciousness, Yankong could not find the Xu Clan’s swordsman; and Xu Lao Ying, having entered into the void, regained his six senses. His first thought was to command the imperial phoenix to attack Yankong, but he discovered that the Buddhist Son’s trace had already vanished from the Prajna Wheel.

“He got away again!”