Chapter Ninety-Six: Heroes Unite Against the Demons

“Old bald monk Ku Chan!” A cold gleam suddenly flashed in the eyes of the masked woman. With a swift turn, she vanished into thin air, reappearing a hundred yards before the old monk.

“Ji Hongyun!” Master Ku Chan’s eyes blazed with intense light. The six-armed Vajra Demon-Subduing Dharma Form glared fiercely, revealing the fury burning in the master’s heart at this moment.

“Baldy! Why aren’t you chanting sutras peacefully at the Great Compassion Monastery? What are you doing here?” Ji Hongyun’s voice was icy as she challenged Ku Chan from afar.

“Amitabha! When evil demons prevail, this old monk must uphold the heavenly way and eliminate you all. Spare the idle words, Ji Hongyun, today I shall use Ku Chan’s power to redeem your wicked body!”

Master Ku Chan, leader of the three reclusive divine monks of the Great Compassion Monastery, was deeply accomplished. Having perfected the Vajra Glazed Dharma Form to the point of external incarnation, he stood among the rare masters of Buddhism. His arrival invigorated the righteous sword sect heroes, easing their desperation. Everyone fought recklessly, charging toward the few powerful figures of the demonic path.

Ji Hongyun sneered coldly without reply. As a Dharma Protector of the Ten Thousand Demons, she was no easy opponent.

Ku Chan chanted the Buddha’s name loudly, his six-armed Vajra hands wielding a knife, spear, pestle, staff, shield, and sword, launching a fierce assault on Ji Hongyun. The Vajra’s spiritual energy and supreme dharma power radiated a terrifying aura, revealing its immense strength.

This Vajra Demon-Subduer stood five zhang tall, its six arms swinging in unison, exerting tremendous oppressive force!

Ji Hongyun pointed with her hand as the colorful twin rings beneath her feet suddenly expanded dozens of times, one to the left, one to the right, lunging at the Vajra Dharma Form. The trails of these rings ignited two streams of icy killing intent that lingered without dissipating.

Boom! The six-armed Vajra collided violently with these magical treasures, shaking the air fiercely within several thousand zhang. The terrifying gale swept fiercely, causing the desperately struggling disciples of the five sects to fall like dumplings, their fates unknown. Even the deeply skilled demons could only stabilize themselves and resist with all their might.

“Cough, cough!” Lin Feng and Li Jianren, knocked down by Cold Linglan’s sword light in Plum Valley, looked up at the sky, full of shock. The Vajra Dharma Form shattered into nothingness, but the colorful rings had vanished without a trace. Ji Hongyun’s black veil was blown away by the shockwave, revealing half a celestial face on one side, while the other side was marked with a red birthmark, unsettling to behold.

Master Ku Chan sorrowfully chanted a Buddhist phrase, saying, “Ji Hongyun, if we continue to fight here, others will be harmed. How about a duel between you and me in Erhai Lake?”

“Baldy! Do you think I’m afraid of you?” Ji Hongyun waved her palm and soared to the horizon. Ku Chan smiled slightly, stepping on auspicious clouds as he gave chase.

The disciples of the five sects fell one after another, including Hua Zhongxuan and Mu Yitian. The righteous comrades thirsted to devour their flesh and blood, unleashing sword lights once more to strike at these two.

Lin Feng was about to recall the Mo Yan sword nearby when several sword lights suddenly streaked from the distant horizon. His heart tightened, sensing danger.

The sword lights cut through the sky swiftly, and when Lin Feng saw who they were, he was filled with joy and quickly flew to meet them.

“Senior Brother Feng, Senior Sister Chen! Why are you here?” The group of seventeen were disciples from the Hundred Flowers Sect, led by Feng Yiyuan and Chen Yuxi on an outing for practice. Some had just entered the Foundation Establishment stage, but three golden core masters guarded the rear, their strength formidable.

“Junior Brother Lin?” Feng Yiyuan asked in surprise. “How are you here? Weren’t you harmed by Teng Chong?”

Everyone stared at Lin Feng in shock, as if seeing a ghost.

“This is a long story,” Lin Feng said. “Right now the demons are here. We must eliminate this disaster first, then talk.”

Feng Yiyuan’s eyes flashed. “Correct! Brothers and sisters, let us purge the demons and defend the Way!”

The demons had just stabilized their formation amidst the chaos when they were confronted by the Hundred Flowers Sect elites. In Plum Valley, disciples of the six sects continuously flew on swords to attack. The tide of battle turned sharply.

Feng Yiyuan faced off against a golden-armored spear-wielding man. Chen Yuxi fought alongside Cold Linglan. The others surrounded the demons in different positions, spreading out the battlefield for one-on-one and group fights. The fierce battle began.

The Killing Arhat spun his sutra banner, which emitted rays of blood light from the scriptures and Buddha images printed upon it. The blood energy surged, defeating three righteous cultivators in succession, his laughter wild and frenzied.

“Evil monk, face my sword!” Lin Feng shouted, controlling Mo Yan to strike at Yilai Luo.

“Hahaha, you’re coming to your death!” Yilai Luo shook the sutra banner, the red cloth resembling a giant hand, wrapping around Mo Yan sword tightly. With a shake, the sword was reversed and hurled back.

Although startled, Lin Feng was experienced. He focused, stabilizing Mo Yan’s momentum, then beckoned, drawing the sword into his hand. Suddenly, a powerful aura burst forth from him. Sword energy swept outward, stirring the surrounding air into a rapid vortex.

“Slash the Four Corners!”

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Four sword lights darted forward like swimming dragons, swiftly advancing to strike Yilai Luo.

The vigorously flapping sutra banner clashed with the sword lights, emitting piercing screeches. After a few strikes, the banner was shredded into tatters, fluttering everywhere.

“Good sword technique!” Killing Arhat laughed wildly. Suddenly, he discarded the tattered banner and unsheathed a sharp sword barehanded, clashing again with Lin Feng’s Mo Yan sword.

Another earth-shaking clash rang out. Lin Feng was clearly at a disadvantage, backing up dozens of steps under the sword energy shockwaves before regaining his footing.

Yilai Luo clapped his hands in laughter. His body shimmered, transforming into Lin Feng’s appearance. Two identical faces, dressed in different clothes, battled fiercely on flying swords midair.

As the battlefront cleared, the number of cultivators in the sky above Little Sparrow Terrace in Plum Valley dwindled. Pairs fought individually, their flying swords and treasures scattering in all directions. The whereabouts of Feng Yiyuan, Cold Linglan, and other masters became unknown, their traces lost.

Yilai Luo chased Lin Feng, the two flying swords weaving through the air in a deadly chase, flying a thousand miles away in moments.

Amid the pursuit and battle, a surge of passionate blood arose. The intertwining sword shadows across the vast heavens inspired Lin Feng with boundless heroic spirit. Though his cultivation was inferior to Yilai Luo’s, his sword skills surpassed him. The more they fought, the braver Lin Feng grew, searching for the moment to strike a fatal blow amid their flight.

Killing Arhat was versed in all manner of weapons and fought ruthlessly. Though he held no clear advantage in direct combat, his years of rampaging the cultivation world made him fearless of Lin Feng’s minor tricks. He chased joyfully and freely. The two flew through the clouds, slashing swords, until they entered the Dream Beam Realm. Passing several towns, they halted at an abandoned Buddhist pagoda amidst desolate mountains to catch their breath.

“You little novice, slipperier than an eel. I’m running till my feet hurt!” Yilai Luo stood atop the pagoda, smiling.

“Why do you kill instead of saving lives? What kind of monk are you?” Lin Feng kept a cautious distance of dozens of yards, watching his every move while quietly recovering strength.

“Haha, must a monk always save lives?” Yilai Luo also quietly breathed, ready to strike suddenly.

Lin Feng smiled and asked, “Which monastery are you from? I’ve never seen a monk dressed like you.”

“I am from beyond the realm; you naturally haven’t seen me before,” Yilai Luo replied leisurely.

“Beyond the realm? You’re an overseas cultivator?” Lin Feng exclaimed.

“Exactly!” Yilai Luo’s smile deepened. Suddenly, he leapt into the air. Though his sword remained still, an unprecedented mighty and masculine aura burst forth.

Roar!

A terrifying, earth-shaking roar erupted from his mouth, utterly inhuman—like a lion or tiger, or a savage demon beast. His neck swelled to the size of his head while roaring, his mouth distorted, teeth flashing menacingly, terrifying beyond measure.

Rumble! The abandoned pagoda collapsed again into rubble. Yilai Luo’s “Arhat Mad Demon Roar” smashed a huge hole through the ancient structure, dark and bottomless.

At the same time, Lin Feng leapt high, splitting into two figures. Both simultaneously scattered a handful of coins from their hands, which instantly transformed into dozens of golden needles, stabbing directly at Yilai Luo’s head.

The Phantom Clone Technique and Golden Coin Blades combined caught Killing Arhat unprepared!

“Ah—!” More than half the golden needles pierced Yilai Luo’s cheeks and neck, blood spurting out. Immediately, two bursts of azure flames surged toward him!

“Die together!” Yilai Luo’s ferocious face roared as he charged through the flames, rushing at one of the Lin Fengs. His flying sword surged with spiritual power as he decisively struck toward him.

The earth-blue flames quickly engulfed Yilai Luo. With his piercing scream, the treasured sword burst with a white light on Lin Feng’s body. Both fell into the ruins of the pagoda. Killing Arhat’s final strike was a gamble—but it paid off.