Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader-Chapter 1431 - 1098: A Battle That Must Be Fought, A Journey of Tragedy!
Thus, even knowing it’s not the best time, everyone still looked resolute and serious.
Guan Yutian let out a long howl to boost morale, saying, "Everyone, we’ve been fighting amongst ourselves for half our lives, but today, we face a formidable foreign enemy. If we’re cowardly and afraid to fight, won’t we be laughed at? Are we just bullies in our own backyard?"
After speaking, Guan Yutian sped up instead of slowing down, with a shout, the whip in his hand swung through the air, making a half-circle before landing heavily on the horse’s rump.
The strong horse neighed in pain, galloped forward like an arrow with all four hooves.
Everyone laughed and echoed his cry, raising their whips and spurring their horses, a dozen riders swept past like a whirlwind, heading straight for the border with a tragic and heroic momentum.
The horses ran faster and charged more valiantly, gradually reaching the border, stopping at the heavily guarded checkpoint.
"Let them through!!"
A loud whistle accompanied by a prolonged shout spread out in waves.
At the checkpoint, a large troop of Yuan soldiers parted their ranks. In the night, their bright eyes held respect and gratitude, watching this group of formidable Yuan Country riders pass like a whirlwind.
Less than three miles outside the checkpoint, in a forest, dried leaves covered corpses strewn everywhere.
In the surrounding mountainous areas, many Martial World people and Players hid, gazing in fear and curiosity from a thousand meters away, silently observing the movements of the Evil Star in the forest. Only the figure could be seen faintly, but not the exact features.
A cold wind blew, lifting the dried leaves and sand within the forest, along with the dense bloody scent between the gaps in the leaves. Some dried blood could be seen on the leaves; whose it was or how long it had been there was unknown.
Yet in this withered, bloody wilderness, the Purple Robe Scripture King, wearing a Purple Silk Dragon Robe, sat with eyes shut, muttering strange scriptures under his breath.
He carried a straw basket on his back with a scroll of scriptures inside, and his massive fan-like hands were in a prayer position against his chest, while a large Zen Stick lay horizontally between his arms.
The top of the Zen Stick faintly glowed a blood-red color.
Upon closer examination, it turned out not to be some sort of paint, but rather the bloodstains left by the Zen Stick, which was supposed to symbolize mercy, after drinking the blood of countless people!
And at this time, on his shoulder stood a red bat, which also had its eyes closed as though resting, exuding a mysterious aura.
Clip-clop-clip-clop—
The pounding of hooves shook the ground, causing the leaves to dance with the night wind.
The wind picked up.
The fierce gale accompanied by the thunderous approaching hoofbeats swept across, causing the surrounding bare trees to sway like demons and ghosts, branches swinging wildly, snapping back and forth like whips, violently flogging, withered, blood-stained leaves carried aloft by the wind, whirling high into the air.
The spooky chanting of scriptures from the mouth of the Purple Robe Scripture King became louder, even surpassing the howling wind and the thunderous hoofbeats, like a demonic voice drilling into one’s brain, sweeping down swaths of dry leaves, making the ground undulate like water waves.
Two strong auras, as they grew closer, had already begun a fierce clash.
Murderous intent filled the air!
Under the moonlight, a dozen formidable and heroic figures appeared suddenly from nearly a thousand meters away, galloping rapidly towards them.
They all saw the Purple Robe figure sitting outside the forest in the distant night and heard the series of spine-chilling scriptures.
"Hum!" "Me!" "Bah!" "Ni!" "Ma!" "Om!"
The clear and forceful voice was eerie and terrifying. These six words were the True Words generally chanted by Buddhists—
Six-character Great Bright Mantra!
However, at this moment, when these words reached their ears, they were not the orderly Six-character Mantra "Om (an)", "Ma (ma)", "Ni (ni)", "Bah (bei)", "Me(mi)", "Hum(hong)" but were chanted in reverse—a curse.
Reciting Buddhist scriptures backwards!
Abandon your heart!
Opposing Dao!
No Scripture No Dao!
Upon hearing this curse, Guan Yutian’s Demon Sword immediately buzzed and trembled, loudly vibrating to warn its master.
Guan Yutian’s face changed dramatically, and he immediately gathered power in his ears to resist the harsh sound, "Gather your mind and will, do not listen to this Demon Scripture."
Even as he spoke, some of the less powerful among them had already been affected, groaning in pain, while some of the horses suddenly went weak at the knees, staggering forward from the huge momentum, or reared up and fell, bleeding from the orifices, dropping dead.
Though they were still two hundred meters apart, the demonic sound had already impacted the group.
A dozen strong characters all showed expressions of shock.
"Kill! All together now!"
Guan Yutian let out a fierce shout, displaying his movement technique, darting towards the Purple Robe Scripture King in the forest faster than lightning, with Innate Gang Qi quickly surging throughout his body, crossing over a hundred meters in an instant.
With a clang, he abruptly drew his sword, Lingshuang Sword suddenly exploding with an astonishingly brilliant red light. Under the infusion of Innate Gang Qi, the Sword Qi seemed to tear through space, giving off an indestructible sharpness sensation.
This sword carried hints of the Sword Ancestor’s Absolute Skill, One Sword Separates Life, though it was not the absolute skill itself, it had a similar peculiar brilliance. To create Mighty Dragon Divine Palm and Undying Divine Skill from one’s own fruition like Guan Yutian truly showcased a talent gifted by Heaven, being able to create a sword move akin to One Sword Separates Life.
However, in the face of this astounding sword, the chanting of the Purple Robe Scripture King increased abruptly in volume within the forest, suddenly opening his blood-red eyes full of killing intent. At the Dantian position, a faint red light emerged, surging quickly towards his arms.
At the moment the red light and the Zen Stick clamped between the arms made contact, both of his massive palms turned crimson like blood.
With a cold snicker, the Purple Robe Scripture King abruptly spat out one word: "Ma!"
With a "Bang", an overwhelmingly fierce and terrifying Qi Force blasted out, instantly forming a massive "Ma" character, shattering the fierce Sword Qi, continuing towards the alarmed Guan Yutian.
Without hesitation, Guan Yutian quickly withdrew his sword, exploding with intense masculine Innate Gang Qi forming a disc-like Qi Force.
"Innate Gang Qi!"
"Be careful!"
The following Ren Qianxing and others realized the terrifying oppressive force violently striking towards them and employed all they had learned to collectively resist.
"One Sword Separates Life!"
"Electric God’s Fury!"
"Wind God’s Fury!"
"Qiankun Great Shifting!"
"Dream Unlimited!!!"
With a "Boom", both sides’ assaults clashed in the various colors of True Qi and spiritual collision, erupting in a terrifying circular shockwave, raising a strange wind roaring and howling, kicking up flying sand and stones, causing the stones at the center to explode, rising amidst the cyclone and Qi Force like a vortex in a rapid current, spinning in mid-air.
Dust waves towered like mountains, overwhelming all with layers upon layers!
Suddenly the Qi Force burst open.
Figures cried out or groaned, thrown out violently, vomiting blood before landing, looking utterly miserable.
A manic laughter emerged from the Purple Robe Scripture King within the forest.
"You pitiful insects, dare to oppose me? You have successfully infuriated me, and you deserve death ten thousand times over!!!"
As the word "death" was uttered, like a whirlwind tearing through all dust and Qi Force, from the smoke, the Purple Robe Scripture King’s white hair fluttered, wielding the staff with big strides, his tiger eyes full of killing intent and ambition.
"Xiong Ba!!"
Guan Yutian and others recognized the familiar face of the Purple Robe Scripture King, their expressions changed drastically, pupils narrowed...
... 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞
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