With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 559 - 512: Wrath Fuels the Heart Demon, Mayhem at the Monks’ Academy!
Although Meng Chuan’s figure had yet to change, the pressure of wind and fist stance beneath his feet had shattered the ground into a giant pit. Dust gathered here, a whirlwind like a flood pouring into the collapsed cavity.
The faces of the monks changed dramatically, unable to comprehend how things had come to this.
Master Huaiyuan was acting for real, completely gone mad!
At this moment, Huaiyuan’s mind was devoid of distractions; nothing else mattered.
He only cared about harshly punishing the disrespectful one before him!
Bai Bao’s admonitions, Meng Chuan’s identity, everything and anything.
All were cast aside in his mind.
The Buddha ordered him to do it!
But... Did the Buddha really instruct him to do that?
Meng Chuan looked up, and it wasn’t the fierce visage of a golden-eyed guardian but rather an expression akin to a malicious tiger.
He viewed it with his inner self.
In his eyes, he saw the Heart Demon.
The Qi Observation Skill had reached Perfection, allowing him to see many hidden "qi energies."
He had anticipated Huaiyuan’s sudden move long ago.
Several Three-Limit Masters were rushing toward them, and the other monks with lower limits also displayed anguished expressions.
Jue Ming appeared intensely guilty, not having understood things earlier, now realizing he truly endangered Brother Meng...
Yet, in the next instant, the Three-Limit Masters all halted mid-air.
A completely unexpected scene unfolded for everyone!
Facing the Vajra Subduing Demon Palm, Meng Chuan neither dodged nor retreated, but met it with his fist, aiming straight at the heavens!
The moment the fist and palm collided, the airflow danced like a dragon and phoenix, gushing wildly.
With the intersection as the center, stretching dozens of yards of land, and the entire training field!
Cracks swiftly spread, ravines exploded inch by inch, solid ground instantly collapsed.
The air currents violently exploded; the clash of two terrifying forces scattered like a tidal wave, rushing against red brick walls, toppling them in an instant.
Others from nearby courtyards were shocked by the sound of the walls falling.
Not knowing what had happened, they hurried to watch.
At this moment, Meng Chuan was wholly sunk into the earth.
Only his fist protruded outside, firmly supporting the giant towering palm.
Above his head, the force belonging to the earth had transformed into tangible Intention.
His body’s muscles and bones creaked; the Intention over his head resembled the palm of Tathagata Buddha.
He saw Huijue gritting his teeth, madly pressing down.
Yet, Meng Chuan didn’t fall, merely sank into unstable ground.
During the confrontation, he noticed.
Huijue’s Qi Blood was at least above fifty thousand points!
Such a fearsome Martial Arts Master, his arm strength bolstered by Qi Blood, True Qi, and fist stance.
The power in its abundance could shatter a river-spanning bridge.
Meng Chuan’s eyes turned grim, fury exploded within his heart.
Under such a palm, he believed, aside from himself, no other Two-Limit Master could withstand it.
That damned monk was after his life!
Release!
Final release!
He vowed to end this trouble-seeking monk!
...
Swoosh...
A thick fog spread from the massive pit, dense like milk, instantly enveloping the entire training field.
Thump!
Thump!!
Thump!!!
A terrifying heartbeat resonated from the fog, causing the hearts of the monks to thump in unison.
Everyone’s hearts surged with shock; they couldn’t imagine what was happening within the fog...
At this very moment!
Within the dense fog, a terrifyingly ominous creature was emerging...
Air currents danced wildly, the fog dissipated.
A hand larger than Huijue’s entire body stretched forth from the fog first.
Slowly countering the earthy "Tathagata Divine Palm" and eventually enveloping it, like crushing a sparrow.
In mid-air, Huijue’s eyes turned blood-red, except for a slight hint of black at the center.
Qi Blood spiraled like a flaming dragon, continuously exerting power, pressing down with increasing Intention’s might!
Unfortunately, everything was in vain...
The giant palm fully stretched, unleashing a brutal shockwave into the air.
Uplifted air roared; Huijue’s other hand tried to push against it, attempting to block.
Futile!
Still futile!
Force and wind pressure formed an arc, rushing upward, disturbing the cloud sea like a crescent sky thrust.
Boom——!
Huijue’s muscles trembled violently, Intention collapsed and shattered.
The Three-Limit Martial Arts Master was sent flying with a single palm!
Bottom up!
Soon after, his figure was fully revealed, shaking the monks for a century!
Golden light flickered over Meng Chuan’s body, visible through the fog, his treasure-like golden form guarding him.
What minor and major Mahayana?
His reason faded, beastiality released!
All the restraints typically held were completely discarded.
Various colors such as blue, purple, and black embellished his body, flickering into view from the fog.
The "True Buddha" stepped out from the pit!
A twenty-meter figure glowed with mysterious light, staring intently at the small monk Huijue.
Inside him, the spring was like an erupting volcano, his internal breath burst forth with a thunderbolt, twining around his right arm like a multi-colored beastly dragon!
In his palm, suppressive demon thunder flashed intensely, sweeping down with overwhelming flaming power!
No need for more words, you bastard, I’ll give you a palm too!
Crash!
Except for being without the fierce battle armor, activating the "power mode."
Meng Chuan unleashed his most extreme power at this moment!
He vowed!
To eliminate Huijue with a single palm!
In an instant, immense power capable of toppling cities surged forth!
Huijue’s golden armor on his body peeled off, his palm hadn’t yet pressed on his head, neck creaking, and the pressure wrapped around his head, spreading the pain of being pushed into the body across him.
The standing golden bell technique operated to the fullest, exploding blinding golden light over him, gathering around his chest and neck, ascending like a small sun rising, stubbornly gathering toward the head.
Withstand!
The palm momentum like a collapsing mountain, blazing flames soared.
The solid sun thunder, with the "Setting Sun Strike" form, violently poured down!
The sudden wind dyed the surrounding land red.
