Chapter 757: Chapter 480: Sword’s Arrival
But Zhao Douan indeed found this person unremarkable; not mentioning Bodhi, Xuan Yin...even Bian Ji, he remembered more clearly than this so-called head monk.
"There’s no need for that expression, does it matter if I remember you or not?"
Zhao Douan sneered, his gaze falling upon the young Tianhai, showing slight surprise, he chuckled:
"Oh, you’re not dead yet?"
Tianhai remained expressionless, clenching his fists tightly, producing a crisp cracking sound from his knuckles!
Zhao Douan asked curiously:
"Since you’re here, why is Long Shu nowhere to be seen? Is it because of his Bodhisattva status that it’s inappropriate to leave the capital?"
Strange, since when did the people of Divine Dragon Temple care about their reputation? Even the abbot was a sneaky fellow, leading by example. Would they still care about the world’s opinion?"
"How dare you, brat!"
"Dare to be so disrespectful!"
The other monks were furious, shouting curses.
But Zhao Douan couldn’t be bothered, turning his attention to the familiar faces of the Magic God Sect. Many faces were familiar, especially Xiong Ba and Little Fatty, leaving some impression:
"The Magic God Sect has come too, that’s great, but where is your Magic God? Hiding and not showing up, or did he die after last time at Luo Mountain?"
Xiong Ba and Little Fatty’s faces turned unkind, wary but not daring to lower their guard even a bit.
Zhao Douan then looked at the entourage from Mu Prince Manor, all unfamiliar faces, yet he recognized the standard sword held by the lead guard.
"Presumably, you are from Mu Prince Manor. I’ve long heard of Mu Prince’s great name in the capital, said to be suppressed by Zhao Shixiong of the border army for years, but it seems he secretly colluded long ago.
Why not simply send Zhao Shixiong here? Or are you him?"
Zhao Douan’s teasing tone.
The warriors from Mu Prince Manor all showed anger, the lead guard sneered:
"No need for wordplay, the three parties are here today. If you have the ability, face us in a fight. If you can’t hold out, surrender early, or are you just stalling for time?"
Zhao Douan beamed, stood up slowly, and stared at the group across the barrier of the Purple Gold Bowl:
"Correct, I am stalling for time. I admit, with your formation, even though I’ve entered the Worldly Realm, two fists can’t fight against four hands, but..."
He pointed at the barrier before him, a provoking smile appearing on his face:
"If you want to attack, come on in."
Come over here!
This posture, instead, made everyone even more wary and unpredictable.
"Everyone, don’t be fooled, he’s definitely bluffing. Though the Empress is up to some trickery, there’s no time to delay. Everyone, combine your forces, break this barrier, and kill him!"
The lead guard of Mu Prince Manor spoke in a deep voice, acting swiftly as a military officer, drawing his sword to slash forward.
With a "clang," the sharp blade met the air, sparking as if colliding with refined iron.
"The Purple Gold Bowl...this is a Suppressing Object of our Buddhist sect, forged from the Indestructible Golden Body. Trying to break it with dispersed attacks is extremely challenging.
But the person maintaining the formation is the weak point. Listen to my command, focus your attacks on the spot in front of the Zhao thief, break through a gap, send someone in, kill him, and without a master, the bowl will naturally break!"
The head of the Precepts Hall wore a serious face, full of decisiveness!
They brightened up at this, thinking indeed the high monk of Divine Dragon Temple is impressive, though the three factions had no direct relation, no one questioned the head’s proposal now.
"Let me be the one to kill him!"
A cold voice sounded, as the young Tianhai stepped forward, reaching back to grasp the end of the Six Paths Stick.
With a twist of the wrist, the cloth wrapping the Six Paths Stick shredded with a "hiss," pieces falling away, revealing a peculiarly shaped hexagonal Zen Stick to the crowd.
Tianhai was visibly excited. When Zhao Douan confessed to advancing to the Worldly Realm, he decided to be the vanguard of breaking through the formation.
Regardless of the Magicians of the Magic God Sect or the Jianghu people of Mu Prince Manor, all knew the reputation of "Demon Eye Tianhai," agreeing with pleasure.
Immediately, nearly a hundred assassins outside the courtyard moved in unison, displaying divine skills, magic, blades, and swords, focusing their attacks on a single point!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The repeated explosions made the Purple Gold Bowl tremble in the sky above, making its rotation erratic, the entire barrier flickering.
Zhao Douan raised his eyebrows, a slight unease in his heart, realizing relying solely on this would not hold for long.
If not for the monk’s reminder, the group’s dispersed attacks could have prolonged the time the defensive Suppressing Object could hold, but this approach greatly shortened its defensive duration.
Of course, even though the Empress had not yet broken through, her current Half-step Celestial state was enough to contend with these people; not killing them but retreating unscathed wouldn’t be a problem.
But...
If this upgrade was disrupted once more, would the weakened Dragon Essence still support another charge at the Heavenly Human in the short term?
Thinking of this, Zhao Douan’s expression turned cold, refraining from touching the two weapons on the table, staring intently ahead.
At this moment, with the continuous bombardment, the barrier ahead grew increasingly thin, gradually tearing a gap wide enough for one person.
With a slender figure and a yellow silk band wrapped around his forehead, hand gripping the Six Paths Stick, the young monk walked in, his body bursting with dazzling Buddha Light, unfolding a Golden Bell Shield.
With firm steps, he slowly "squeezed" through the barrier bit by bit!
During this process, Tianhai tore off the yellow silk band from his forehead, revealing a unique eye on his brow.
This eye, at this moment, held an exclusive divine dignity and indifference.
Step by step, Tianhai approached, speaking coldly:
"Last time at the Buddhist Tao competition, you narrowly won. Today, I’ll show you who is the true king of the young generation."
Zhao Douan stared at him with a strange expression, saying:
"I didn’t expect you to be so obsessed with victory and defeat. Doesn’t Buddhism teach letting go of attachments? I remember you valued fairness and justice the most, loved to punish evil and praise good, but now it seems these claims aren’t entirely true."
Tianhai took the final step, completely entering the barrier, with all three eyes locked onto him:
"The Fake Emperor commits evil, flatterers wreak havoc, without you and your ruler, that is the fairness and justice I pursue."
Zhao Douan shook his head, thinking this little monk was severely brainwashed, beyond saving.
With a pitying gaze, he suddenly smiled:
"Looks like the setback you suffered last time wasn’t enough to teach you a lesson. I heard you’re an orphan, so I’ll reluctantly teach you another lesson."
He raised his hand, grasping the air!
"Whiz—"
Within the secluded courtyard, a Divine Weapon leaped forth.
After half a year, the Taia Divine Sword had returned again.