The Path of the Martial Arts BOSS-Chapter 1145 - 170: The Approaching End of the Great War

"This..." Asura exclaimed.

The Black Lotus under the Demon Buddha's throne is formed from the Demon Buddha's own True Qi, linked to his meridians, supported by his True Qi.

The fact that Qing Yu could leave a deep handprint on this lotus pedestal for a long time without fading shows the profoundness and unpredictability of his power.

"Daoist Master Qingyu..." The Demon Buddha's voice was neither joyful nor sad, but carried a hint of reflection, "This person should be a strong adversary."

"Asura, Jingsheng Tian."

"We are here." The two knelt on one knee and said.

"Send a message to the Dragon King, let him bring people back. Our target is not in Tianjing City," the Demon Buddha said slowly.

If not in Tianjing, then where?

Asura and Jingsheng Tian were a bit puzzled, seeing the Demon Buddha close his eyes without a hint of explanation. The two could only slowly retreat and leave the platform.

After descending to the first floor, Jingsheng Tian then exchanged their previous sense of emptiness with Asura. But when she recalled that feeling again, she found all sensations vanished; even if she wanted to remember, she couldn't.

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"Demon Buddha Bhauma..."

In the night sky, Qing Yu strolled atop the Heavenly Vault, stepping on the clouds, "To take on my Divine Hand upfront, indeed extraordinary."

In those three strikes just now, Qing Yu used the Divine Hand against him. Although not the true form, the Divine Hand's power didn't reach his full potential, but being able to withstand three strikes of the Divine Hand unscathed is truly remarkable.

'Tonight's conversation was somewhat beyond my expectations...' Qing Yu thought as he advanced ten Zhang with each step.

"Lord Qingyu, please stay."

A point of Buddha Light emerged, after which a phantom door opened from small to large, slowly unveiling, as a monk's figure stepped out from within.

"Xinyuan," Qing Yu chuckled lightly, "You really keep a close watch on the Demon Buddha. No sooner do I leave, than you appear."

In front stood Xinyuan, this bald thief who, relying on being in the Pure Land, pops up everywhere, showing his presence from time to time. If not for the fact that there's a great Buddha seated in the Pure Land, Qing Yu would've eradicated this bald thief completely.

"Amitabha," Xinyuan said with hands clasped together, "Lord, may I ask what you and the Demon Buddha discussed just now?"

"Do you think I would tell you?" Qing Yu retracted his smile and said faintly.

"Whether you will or not, I'll only know after asking," Xinyuan said serenely.

"You really are thick-skinned."

Though the grudge between Qing Yu and Xinyuan was somewhat inexplicable, by now, neither side bothered to figure out who's right or wrong, or why the grudge began.

Because for both sides, it's already to the point of no return. To still dwell on who's right or wrong now would be somewhat laughable.

Xinyuan deliberately ignores the enmity between them now, his face as thick as the earth itself.

Faced with such thick skin, all Qing Yu could do was ignore him.

"Go away, if not for you hiding in the Pure Land, I wouldn't mind grinding your bones right now," Qing Yu said faintly, continuing to stride forward.

This Secret Realm of Pure Land is both real and illusionary, housed between reality and void. After entering the Pure Land, Xinyuan's physical body was long gone, even destroying him now would only mean destroying an illusory shadow.

But Xinyuan surely wouldn't hide in the Pure Land forever; there'll come a day when Qing Yu obliterates this old guy completely and erases all his traces.

"Daoist Master..."

Xinyuan still wanted to speak, but Qing Yu's figure was like the horizon, further and further away, not letting the two come any closer.

And as Qing Yu moved further, Xinyuan's sense of foreboding grew heavier.

"Woo—"

The swift wind in the high sky swept through the phantom body, Xinyuan's face transformed, from man to woman, old to young, as if deeply in thought.

"Ultimately, it's come to this..."

Finally, as if Xinyuan made a decision, he turned and returned to the Pure Land, "Qing Yu, let's see what move you have."

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"Boom—"

In front of Tianjing City, the battle between Mu Cangsheng and Suzan Ming Venerate, which had raged for a day and a half, became increasingly fierce. The Evil Sword's malice faced off against the wild and unrivaled Power of Pure and Muddy, the extreme collision causing fresh devastation to the ground outside the city.

During this day and a half, not a single piece of good land could be seen outside Tianjing City, everywhere was filled with deep pits and menacing cracks. Even the towering city walls of Tianjing City had partially collapsed, with deep sword marks visible in the foundations.

Mu Cangsheng, now pierced by three swords—one in the right chest, two in the left arm and shoulder—had the Sword Qi of the Heavenly Cluster Cloud colliding fiercely with the Dragon Vein Power, causing waves of backlash, yet Mu Cangsheng fought on more fiercely, his moves wild, only attacking without defending.

In this day and a half of battle, Mu Cangsheng had fully witnessed Suzan Ming Venerate's thick-skinned nature, that Vajra Body was like a malodorous stone from a cesspit, both stinky and hard, even his own body cultivated for three hundred years couldn't match Suzan Ming Venerate's Vajra Body.

Though the intense battle led to Suzan Ming Venerate not being unscathed, compared to Mu Cangsheng, his injuries were much lighter.

The most critical reason for this was the Evil Sword, indistinct from Suzan Ming Venerate.

This Evil Sword continually absorbed the Dragon Vein Power, although Mu Cangsheng combined the "Soldier Armor Martial Scripture" to avoid being restrained, during confrontations with Suzan Ming Venerate, each contact with the Heavenly Cluster Cloud Sword absorbed parts of his Dragon Vein Power, aiding Suzan Ming Venerate's recovery.

Advantageous displacement, coupled with the Vajra Body, naturally made Suzan Ming Venerate's injuries much less severe.

"Heavenly Feather Slash."

"Thunderbolt Sky Breaking."

The sword aura clashed with Heavenly Thunder, causing Mu Cangsheng to retreat swiftly, while Suzan Ming Venerate advanced instead of retreating.

"Fazhe Luo."

Here it comes again, the extremely firm and fierce sword aura cut through the earth, directly pursuing Mu Cangsheng. Mu Cangsheng lifted his arms to block the sword aura, his body trembled violently, his feet sunk in deep, plowing the ground for dozens of Zhang.

"It should end now." Suzan Ming Venerate wiped away the blood seeping from his arm, shadows of the eight-headed Snake Demon appeared on his body.

Mu Cangsheng was nearly exhausted, Amaterasu had long suppressed Mi Shenweng, who was still fighting only because of the bizarre maneuvering thanks to spells.

The battle between Yueyejian and Pei Dongliu, though evenly matched, was sustained by Pei Dongliu's forced burst state.

Now Pei Dongliu couldn't last much longer, just like Mu Cangsheng nearing exhaustion, but Yueyejian was still maneuvering, with reserve strength not yet exhausted.

In this battle among the six, Japan had already seen the dawn of victory.