Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons-Chapter 1365 - 801: Can You Escape the Great Calamity but Escape Me_2

Chapter 1365: Chapter 801: Can You Escape the Great Calamity but Escape Me_2

"How could this happen."

Master Hao Ming’s face was devoid of color, eyes wide, staring at the two golden peaks descending, his murmurs faint like a mosquito.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

Shen Yi’s expression was grave, his thin lips tightly pressed.

At that moment, he seemed to find an opportunity, a sharp light flashed in his eyes. Just when the black and thin monk’s momentum was at its peak, he suddenly formed a sword gesture, and a white rainbow shot out from his fingertip.

Pfft—

The disciples of Xuantian Mountain charged like fierce tigers but crashed into the bluestone, their whole body shuddering abruptly.

He looked down in a daze at the gap in his body.

The fleeting sword had just pierced through his Fruit Position, and under the impact of the Vast Tribulation Power, the golden Fruit Position meticulously refined over years was instantly covered with cracks, visibly dimming.

The monk raised his head, trembling, wanting to say something, but under the ravage of the Sword Intent, his breath dissipated straight away.

A stream of red splashes into the sky.

Announcing that this debate intended to prevent further escalation has resulted in a fatality for the first time...

The entire venue fell silent.

Only Shen Yi’s slight breathing could be heard.

"He did it intentionally!"

Miao Yin Monk suddenly stood up, roaring towards the center of the scene.

Although he was mocking inwardly earlier, at this moment, he realized that the opponent, holding such a Spirit Treasure Immortal Sword, did not bring it forth until faced with a so-called life-and-death crisis. This isn’t a normal duel; it’s clearly an excuse crafted to harm lives intentionally!

"..."

Emperor Dongji also paused for a moment.

The reason he had different thoughts earlier was that no one would act as Miao Yin Monk described.

Because this Tribulation was intended to select an Immortal Emperor.

And after the debate, even if one secures the top spot, they need approval from both sects.

This kind of guise for murder would clearly ignite the anger and resistance of the Bodhi Sect, offering not a single benefit to one’s future.

After the monk’s reminder.

The disciples of the Three Immortals Sect also came to realize the absurdity of the scene before them.

They looked at Brother Taixu’s back with complex expressions.

Why would he do something so detrimental to himself?

The splashes in the sky caught the eyes of the crowd, appearing slightly glaring.

Stimulated, many disciples started recalling numerous occurrences.

Like initially, their aim was not to compete for the venue but to seek justice for fellow sect members.

Starting with Sister Ling Su, Brother Mao Feng... then many disciples who fell in East Continent afterward, including Brother Chu Xi, who was slain by Great Freedom Bodhisattva.

It’s not Brother Taixu who has a problem; it was themselves who were blinded by the incense, thus feeling the other’s actions were strange and incomprehensible.

This brother never forgot his original intention.

He was here to seek justice, to repay lives with lives!

"No wonder, he always presided over Nanping Prefecture, never competing for incense with the junior brothers and sisters..." Li Shan’s throat rolled, looking at his master, the shame on his face at this moment was deep to an extreme.

Everyone was using the deceased fellow members’ names for personal gain, yet the one truly keeping this matter close to heart was none other than the recently entered Tai Xu True Monarch.

This is the rightful first disciple of the Three Immortals Sect!

"Damn it, your sect disciple didn’t hold back a bit just now, forcing Brother Taixu into this situation, and now you forbid him from retaliating?!"

Xiang Ming raised his arm, leading the curses back at Miao Yin Monk: "What duel doesn’t have accidents, if you’re afraid of dying, just admit defeat and bow!"

Other disciples echoed, and the monks were left speechless for a long while.

"..."

Joyful True Buddha stared at Xuan Shang Taoist Monarch below, remembering he had emphasized harmony before the debate.

It seems this youngster didn’t listen.

Facing the cold gaze of a True Buddha, Shen Yi didn’t turn around, merely stood quietly with his hands lowered.

From the start, he wasn’t dueling with these Third-grade disciples.

He was dueling with these First Rank giants.

What he was dueling over was the True Buddha’s desire for peace, something he absolutely couldn’t accept, that seething fury and hatred within the disciples of both sects.

"What are you trying to do?"

Lady Houtu ignored the glance from Emperor Dongji but looked at the young one, questioning within her heart.

She was increasingly unable to comprehend.

Not seeking to be an Immortal Emperor yet wanting to stir a murder tribulation, completely making no sense of what he’s aiming for, on which side does this person stand among the worldly three?

Surely...not on that side?

Lady Houtu instinctively glanced towards East Sumeru outside, in the direction of the Divine Dynasty Imperial City.

"Let the True Buddha decide!"

Many Great Freedom Bodhisattvas also wore grim expressions, turning to the two True Buddhas.

Just as Joyful True Buddha was about to move, Emperor Dongji raised his eyebrows, yet before he could speak, Lady Houtu lightly glanced over: "Earlier when your sect disciple was too nervous to hear clearly, we didn’t say anything either."

She referred to the incident where Master Hao Ming conceded yet was still gravely injured.

"Hmph."

Joyful True Buddha looked back at her; he hadn’t expected this worldly aloof Lady Houtu, facing the two sects’ rivalry, couldn’t hold back her temper either.

Perhaps the name of purity and love for the world isn’t entirely genuine.

"Old monk only wants to say, harboring ill intentions will ultimately harm oneself."

"Since neither Emperor objects, the old monk also has no disagreement. This debate shall rely on one’s ability."

As the words fell, Joyful True Buddha lightly waved his sleeve, calming the monks’ stir.

But the tumultuous rage in their eyes towards Shen Yi could not be suppressed even by the First Rank giants.

In such circumstances, Xuan Shang Taoist Monarch showed no restraint.

Shen Yi adjusted his breath slightly, looking again at the monks, softly nodding: "Once more."

Two simple words, yet more effective than Joyful True Buddha’s speech.

The monks, filled with resentment, surprisingly fell quiet upon hearing it.

They exchanged glances.

The situation wasn’t much different from earlier with the Three Immortals Sect’s followers.

Miao Yin Monk, having previously roared, now readily sat back down, knowing he must face Shen Yi eventually, but first needed enough information to increase his odds.

Just like earlier, however unwilling, those chosen still couldn’t dodge.

"Please, Brother, enlighten us!"

The Yellow Robed Monk, seeing avoidance impossible, steeled his heart and stepped boldly onto Yellow Cloud.

The same Golden Body Dharma Identity, still shrouded by black clouds.

Evidently, he didn’t want to end up like the Xuantian Mountain disciple, since Shen Yi remained unmoved, he also stood indifferent in place, ensuring no excuse to strike was given.

Yet as time passed, he felt increasingly uneasy.

The surrounding black clouds grew denser, nearly obscuring his view, and within that void, threads of Sword Intent began to arise quietly, like needles against his back, causing his body to tingle.

The murderous intent surged, eroding his mind.

He even felt when Sword Intent pervaded his whole body, it would be the moment of his death.

The inherent instincts forged in the bones through arduous cultivation couldn’t allow entrusting life and death to others.

Sweat beads on the monk’s forehead grew denser, eventually soaking his eyes.

Finally, his mental defenses were thoroughly shattered.

"Don’t think you can fool me!"

Accompanied by a sharp, hoarse scream, the monk’s muscles on his arms bulged, along with the towering Golden Body Dharma Identity, violently crashing towards the black clouds.

He easily tore through the void causing him to sweat, unexpectedly precise, his fists barely thrust out when he found Xuan Shang Taoist Monarch’s location immediately, directly aiming at his head.

Such a perfect strike widened the monk’s pupils suddenly, filled with fear.

Thus forced this Tai Xu True Monarch into a "life-and-death crisis."

Whoosh—

Accompanied by a heavy sword hum.

Once more, the white rainbow slashed out.

Shen Yi lowered his palm, quietly watching the monk collapse heavily in front.

The crowd regarded his close-call manifestation; expressions turned immensely complex.

This duel, it seems, was beginning to feel bizarre.