Becoming a Deity from Planting the Bodhi Tree-Chapter 963 - 350: Sparring Session

"Be cautious, I suspect this is a plot trying to eliminate you."

"This is the Three Thousand Yanfutu, not the Great Universe. You will encounter Perfect Heavenly Persons who have honed their skills for millennia in the Heavenly Human Realm. Beware of their desperate tactics."

Upon hearing Senior Qinglian's spirit communication, Jing Qiu's gaze swept across the front.

Eliminate him?

Then they should send a Heavenly King.

"Since there is to be a battle, my Eternal Life Sect shall also participate. There is no reason to let a guest 'perform' alone."

The True Saint Qingshan of the Eternal Life Sect smiled and extended his hand. A battlefield arena refined from a cave world appeared in his palm and fell into the scene.

Saint Qingshan glanced at the disciples on one side, and immediately ten or so people volunteered. He stroked his beard and laughed, saying,

"Brother, how do you find my disciples?"

Daoist Qinglian glanced and laughed,

"Brother Qingshan is still keen on nurturing disciples. In terms of the number of Heavenly Kings under his sect, brother's Eternal Life Sect must be unrivaled across the realms?"

Saint Qingshan chuckled, but sighed and said,

"No matter how many Heavenly Kings there are, they cannot surpass a single Heavenly Venerable, not to mention nurturing a Saint disciple like Shouzhen."

Daoist Qinglian's eyes flickered and said,

"If I remember correctly, your second disciple under the sect ascended to Heavenly Venerable years ago. Now, after so many years, he should have become a Dao Ancestor if he didn't die."

"Brother, you have a good memory." Saint Qingshan beckoned and said with a faint smile, "Neat Immortal, come and meet your Uncle Qinglian."

A middle-aged man with no discernible aura walked out and slightly cupped his hands.

Jing Qiu followed his gaze and looked over, feeling that this person was like returning to simplicity, showing no depth at all, like an ordinary person.

Saint Qingshan said softly, "Saints are hard to produce. Over the years, I've tried every method, yet this guy is not ambitious enough, unable to take the final step."

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly, showing no Dao Ancestor demeanor before his master.

Daoist Qinglian had guessed something from this person's attitude and squinted at Qingyun Saint's Dao Ancestor disciple as if seeing him anew, saying,

"Brother Qingshan wants to take that path? It truly earns my respect; even Shouzhen dares not tread this path."

"This young man is the famous Jing Qiu from the Great Universe, isn't he?"

Saint Qingshan looked at Jing Qiu, shifting the topic, and laughed,

"The old me doesn't pay much attention to the Great Universe, but I've heard of this name. It's rare in history to hold two True Saints legacies at once."

"Alright, that's enough pleasantries; leave the battlefield to this group of youngsters."

He waved his hand, and the cave battlefield in the scene opened. It was a ravaged wasteland, with Chaos Qi faintly permeating the ends of Heaven and Earth, slowly assimilating everything, causing this Heaven and Earth to return to origins.

"I'll go first then. I've long heard of the reputation of Divine Prohibition; today, I shall seek some guidance."

Someone walked first into the battlefield, clad in silver armor bathed in silver moonlight, like a battle garment woven from moonlight, belonging to the Heaven and Earth Mystic Sect.

Then, also a Martial Artist from Ten Thousand Tribulations Mountain entered the battlefield, and said indifferently,

"I'll go first, the Junior Brother from Heaven and Earth Mystic Sect should wait for the next round."

Before Jing Qiu could enter, a dispute broke out.

Today, the Heaven and Earth Mystic Sect and Ten Thousand Tribulations Mountain evidently came prepared. In the rare Great Universe, Perfect Heavenly Persons from both families numbered at least a dozen, each having profound perfect aura.

Some even, in Daoist Qinglian's eyes, took the crucial step towards a Heavenly King, deserving the title Quasi-Heavenly King.

"Young people are vigorous." Saint Qingshan joked, "To be frank, this bunch of kids came specifically for Jing Qiu, sharpening their blades, eagerly awaiting."

Daoist Qinglian said, "I understand the presence from Ten Thousand Tribulations Mountain, but why is Heaven and Earth Mystic Sect stepping in?"

"Brother doesn't know, these two families have already formed an alliance."

Daoist Qinglian nodded and glanced at Jing Qiu, "Then no need to hold back."

Jing Qiu stood up slowly and walked forward relaxedly, his demeanor carefree, showing no sign of entering a decisive battle.

But when he entered the cave, the sky quaked, the whole Heaven and Earth trembled, as if bearing an unbearable weight!

Saint Qingshan's eyes shone, but he said nothing.

Disregarding the two still arguing "I'll go first," "you next," Jing Qiu directly struck, unleashing a punch, unreservedly encompassing both men.

The man in silver armor had a fierce gaze, surprisingly rushing forward to engage fiercely!

At the same time, he activated his Heavenly King Armor, his expression cold with a sneer.

However, in the next moment, his pupils suddenly widened, realizing something was wrong, but it was too late.

Boom!

A faint golden blood mist filled the air, his right arm directly blasted apart!

Jing Qiu's expression remained calm, the punch was overwhelming, unstoppable, continuing forward, obliterating everything along the way, leaving a hollow fist seal on the silver armor, and the person inside shattered into a blood mist!

The elder leading Heaven and Earth Mystic Sect abruptly stood, his face filled with anger.

Another Martial Artist from Ten Thousand Tribulations Mountain's expression also changed; although the punch stopped, the Fist Intent not only didn't diminish but became stronger, crushing towards him.

"Kill!"

He roared, the Earth surged like a tide under his feet, he mobilized Earth Qi, meeting it with a palm, finally erasing the remaining Fist Intent.

He had not yet breathed a sigh of relief when a sudden sense of horror gripped him; a punch traversed the void, arriving in an instant, reaching his face, the fist edge exploding Infinite Light.

Bang!

A blood mist burst open on the spot.

In the blink of an eye, two consecutive punches plunged the slightly restless audience into silence.

No one could see any intricacy in this punch, yet it was extremely domineering, even forcefully shattering a person through a Heavenly King Armor!