Sect: Starting with Comprehending Thunder Skill-Chapter 706 - 352: Killing the Buddha Son

"Jade Sea Listening Wave Sword, pierce the heavens!"

Li Yunjing shouted in a low voice, and the Sword Qi surged out like a tide, striking towards Monk Dingnan’s forehead.

"Pfft!"

The emerald sword light burst forth with a dazzling brilliance, tearing through Monk Dingnan’s forehead, deeply piercing his brow, and exiting through the back of his head.

"Ah..."

In a scream of agony, Monk Dingnan’s face twisted in pain, no longer resembling the high monk he once was!

The sharp sword pierced through his skull, leaving no sign of life!

"Boom!"

With a loud explosion, under the hateful gaze of Monk Dingnan, his entire body suddenly swelled like a balloon and exploded.

In the blast’s shockwave, Li Yunjing was knocked back repeatedly, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

Meanwhile, Monk Dingnan’s body was obliterated, leaving no bones behind!

Amidst the explosion’s aftermath, a golden light suddenly flew up. Seeing this, Li Yunjing ignored his injuries and hastily swung his sword to strike it down!

As soon as the sword light touched the golden light, it dispersed, revealing a "Sariputra"!

"Slash!"

With a steely determination in his heart, Li Yunjing fiercely swung the Jade Sea Listening Wave Sword, cleaving the "Sariputra" in two!

"Wow..."

The "Mingxin Temple" side was in an uproar.

No one expected that even Dingnan, one of the top ten Buddha Sons, would be slain by a Foundation Establishment Realm Sixth Heaven cultivator from the Shenxiao Dao Sect!

Even the "Sariputra" did not escape!

This scene shocked everyone, leaving them in disbelief!

"Wretched creature! How dare you kill our ’Mingxin Temple’s’ Buddha Son!"

Suddenly, from the "Mingxin Temple" camp, a golden light shot out, forming a massive hand, hundreds of feet wide, aiming to crush Li Yunjing on the spot!

"Five-Colored Divine Light, protect my true form!"

A Golden Core Realm expert had intervened!

With no time to think, Li Yunjing spat a mouthful of essence blood, and around him, the "Five-Colored Divine Light" surged, forming a solid barrier, blocking the giant hand’s shadow outside.

"Brawl! You bald donkeys, how shameless you are!"

At this moment, from the distant "Shenxiao Dao Sect" camp, accompanied by a loud shout, Fu Lingfeng took action!

In his hand, a "Shenxiao Thunder Bomb" was thrown out!

Towards the "Mingxin Temple" camp!

"Boom!"

With a loud explosion, dozens of Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators were caught in the blast, their bodies obliterated. If not for Zen Master Fa Zheng’s vigilance and early defense, most of them would have been killed or injured under the golden clouds!

"A Tier Four ’Shenxiao Thunder Bomb’!"

Seeing Elder Fu Lingfeng take action, Li Yunjing’s heart was filled with joy, knowing he was safe now.

At the same time, he also felt a sense of shock!

Li Yunjing never imagined that this Elder would have a Tier Four ’Shenxiao Thunder Bomb’ in his possession!

One must know that at this level, even a Nascent Soul Realm expert could perish if caught off guard!

If not for the presence of three Nascent Soul Realm experts on the other side as well, this single blow would have caused significant casualties.

What is this Elder’s background?

How wealthy is he?

To save him, even a treasured item from the bottom of the trunk was used?

Why?

Li Yunjing could never have guessed that it wasn’t Fu Lingfeng using his trump card, but that Tier Four "Shenxiao Thunder Bombs" were merely standard weapons to Fu Lingfeng.

Fu Lingfeng’s wealth was beyond Li Yunjing’s imagination!

"Fu Lingfeng! How dare you act so recklessly!"

Zen Master Fa Zheng’s face turned ashen, anger almost bursting from his eyes.

He pressed his palms together, his body surrounded by a burst of Buddha’s light, forming a golden barrier, protecting the remaining companions within.

Even so, the power of that "Shenxiao Thunder Bomb" still caused heavy losses to "Mingxin Temple," leaving him terrified.

"Hmph! This is just a minor punishment! You broke the rules first!"

Fu Lingfeng sneered, blinking, and he was already standing beside Li Yunjing.

His gaze, sharp as lightning, swept over the "Mingxin Temple" crowd opposite, his tone laced with disdain, "Bald donkeys, you bullying my ’Shenxiao Dao Sect’ disciples, isn’t that shameless?"

Before the words fell, another "Shenxiao Thunder Bomb" appeared in Fu Lingfeng’s hand, flashing with a chilling thunderlight.

The members of the "Mingxin Temple" alliance across from them changed their expressions dramatically, retreating in alarm.

"Hmph! Just now, Elder Hui’an lost his composure! This monk apologizes for the earlier incident; it was merely an accident!"

Seeing Fu Lingfeng so assertive, Zen Master Fa Zheng dared not push too far.

At present, it appeared that the "Shenxiao Dao Sect" had a slight advantage in strength; a decisive battle wasn’t in their interest!

Zen Master Fa Zheng had already decided to request reinforcements from "Mingxin Temple."

The power displayed by "Shenxiao Dao Sect" gave him an ominous feeling.

"Fine!"

Five Elements Master stepped forward, laughing coldly, "Then let’s start the second round of the competition!"

"Agreed!"

Zen Master Fa Zheng nodded, his face grim, agreeing to continue.

"But this time, if your people face life-threatening danger, will you step in again?"

Five Elements Master mocked.

"Hmph! Of course not!"

Zen Master Fa Zheng’s face turned even darker.

The previous actions weren’t his orders!

It was a subordinate elder who, in his mourning for the Buddha Son’s death, acted on his own. If it were up to Zen Master Fa Zheng, he definitely wouldn’t have acted this way!

A mere Buddha Son, how could he make Zen Master Fa Zheng break his promise under everyone’s eyes?

In the eyes of Nascent Soul Realm experts, their reputation was far more important than the life of a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator!

Unless it concerned a Golden Core Realm cultivator, it wasn’t worth saving!

"Elder Fu, thank you for saving my life!"

Returning to their own camp, Li Yunjing thanked the unfamiliar elder.

Fu Lingfeng waved his hand, cutting him off, and said lightly, "A mere Tier Four ’Shenxiao Thunder Bomb’ is nothing. As a disciple of the ’Shenxiao Dao Sect,’ how could I let these bald donkeys bully you?"

"Uh..."

Hearing this, Li Yunjing was even more shocked.

In Fu Lingfeng’s eyes, a Tier Four "Shenxiao Thunder Bomb" was just "mere"?

How deep could this elder’s foundation be?

However, with the second round of the competition about to begin, he couldn’t continue to pester Elder Fu with questions.

Li Yunjing had already decided that after the event, he would definitely seek out Elder Yu Yuanhua to inquire about this person’s identity.

At this moment, Wen Bin from "Feiyun Sect" took the field.

Li Yunjing also focused his attention on the battlefield, eager to see what level the top Foundation Establishment cultivator from the East Sea was at!

From behind Zen Master Fa Zheng, emerged a gray-clad figure wearing a bamboo hat.

The gray-clad figure’s hoarse voice spoke, "Wen Bin! We are old acquaintances from the East Sea. Today, let’s fight for our masters without further ado!"

Wen Bin laughed heartily, "Good! Gong Chang, you are the number one Foundation Establishment expert in ’Soul-Controlling Sect.’ I’ve long wanted to test my sword on you and rid the world of demons!"

"Heh heh! Wen Bin, you are arrogant. You’ve been cultivating twenty years less than me. What makes you think you can handle me?"

Gong Chang’s voice remained hoarse and indifferent, with no sign of agitation. It seemed nothing could anger him.

Wen Bin’s reputation was prominent, and Gong Chang wasn’t far behind, long famed as a small devil, battle-hardened, and wielding the "Myriad Ghosts Banner," a Tier Three treasure of the Soul-Controlling Sect.

In terms of combat power, he was not to be underestimated!

The confrontation between Wen Bin and Gong Chang instantly drew everyone’s eyes on the battlefield.

The clash between two of the top Foundation Establishment cultivators from the East Sea was destined to be earth-shaking.

Sect giants like "Shenxiao Dao Sect" and "Mingxin Temple" also wanted to use this fight to assess the local cultivators’ power in the East Sea!

To see if it was all just an empty name!

"Clang!"

Finally, Wen Bin moved. In his left hand, a flash of brilliance and a treasure sword appeared. With his right hand, he drew a green long sword from its sheath!

As the sword emerged, cold light radiated, exuding an intense murderous aura.

Evidently, this sword was no showpiece but a true battle sword, stained with bloodshed!

With eyes like lightning and fighting spirit high, Wen Bin sneered, "Gong Chang, today you’ll learn that the path of cultivation isn’t just about accumulating time!"

"Make your move!"

Gong Chang remained calm, his face obscured by the hat, with only his cold eyes gleaming with a hint of malevolence.

He slowly lifted the "Myriad Ghosts Banner" in his hand, black mist swirling around its surface, faint wails and howls of ghosts echoing, sending chills down one’s spine.

"Wen Bin, you’re too young, too ignorant of the heights of the heavens and the depths of the earth."

Gong Chang’s voice was hoarse and deep, like it came from the depths of hell, "Today, I’ll show you what true power is!"

Before the words had even finished, Gong Chang swung the "Myriad Ghosts Banner," and immediately, black mist rose, countless fierce ghosts charging out from the banner, clawing and lunging towards Wen Bin.

The sky darkened, forming a massive black cloud, hundreds of feet wide!

Within the black fog, the ghastly shapes were varied; some were grotesque, some decomposed, exuding a nauseating stench.

One by one, they lunged towards Wen Bin!

Seeing this, Wen Bin laughed coldly, and with a swing of his long sword, a green sword light ripped through the air, slicing the leading ghosts in half.

"Mere ghostly apparitions dare to act presumptuously before me?"

Wen Bin sneered, as the ghosts disintegrated into black mist and dispersed wherever the sword went.

"Wen Bin, let’s see how many you can kill! Today, I’ll let you kill to your heart’s content!"

Gong Chang snorted coldly, swinging the "Myriad Ghosts Banner" again. The black mist thickened, and the number of fierce ghosts surged, seemingly endless.

After all, these low-level cannon fodder were meant to be expended!

His "Myriad Ghosts Banner" contained countless ghosts, infinite and inexhaustible, challenging Wen Bin’s mana reserves!

It’s said that strength wanes after the first assault and becomes exhausted after the third. When Wen Bin’s fighting spirit ebbed, it would be time to strike back!

To deal with a sword cultivator, one must deplete their initial momentum!