Chapter 500 - 337: If Daqian Is Not Enough, Then Gather the Whole World!
"I almost lost my life to see my aging mother back home!"
Master Huanmie watched the coup with cold eyes, the Buddha Beads in his hand spinning rapidly.
He noticed that nearly half of the soldiers among the hundred-thousand-strong army had slowly lowered their weapons.
Those still holding their swords and spears mostly revealed a look of hesitation.
"Amitabha Buddha..." Master Huanmie recited the Buddha’s name, yet a trace of mockery flashed in his eyes.
What was impartiality?
It was simply unpopularity!
Seeing the shifting morale, Xu Feng suddenly drew his sword and pointed to the sky: "After today, we shall—"
"Soar high where the sky is vast, leap freely where the sea is wide!"
Lu Jinyun and the other two were sprawled on the ground, watching with wide eyes as the hundred thousand Guard Army, swayed by Xu Feng, retreated.
Lu Jinhua’s broken sword was deeply embedded in the earth, his fingers so tightly clenched they had turned pale.
Though unconscious, Lu Jinwu’s muscles continued to twitch uncontrollably.
Seeing the wavering morale, Lu Jinyun’s eyes were bloodshot, fixed firmly on Xu Feng’s departing figure.
"Such a carefully planned setup..." Lu Jinyun coughed up a mouthful of bloody foam, his voice hoarse like sandpaper rubbing.
Only now did he fully realize that the three carts of heavenly stones were merely a lure.
This Xu Feng hiding in the shadows, relaying military information, luring the three of them into a trap was the final deadly trick!
The most chilling to Lu Jinyun was that this was clearly a deadlock set by Emperor Qianxi and the two sects of Buddhism and Daoism together.
Did that supreme ruler forget?
Fifteen years ago, Baoxiang Temple almost incited the public to the point of the Daqian Empire changing hands.
And ten years ago, Qingyang Temple incited rebellion, almost overthrowing half of the empire...
In the end, it was his father who personally led the Guard Army to quell all the disturbances!
Just at this critical moment, two shadows swooped down like great wings of an eagle.
Lu Jinchang’s eyes were wide with rage as he looked at the blood-covered state of his three brothers.
The Gang Qi within him erupted uncontrollably, forming a violent vortex around him.
"Second Brother! Third Brother! Fourth Brother!"
This anguished roar was like thunder exploding, where the sound waves passed, stones rolled and trees were crushed.
Even the retreating hundred-thousand-strong Guard Army was shaken, the horses at the front rearing up in terror.
"It’s... the Grand Marshal is here!"
Someone in the army shouted first, and the entire formation fell into chaos.
The soldiers who were about to execute Zhao Meng trembled like sieve starch, their steel blades clattering to the ground.
Several quick-witted officers rolled and crawled forward, hurriedly unlocking Zhao Meng’s shackles.
Xu Feng turned with difficulty, his gaze piercing through the turbulent crowd, landing on the figure in the center of the three thousand monks.
Lu Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, his striking purple robe unmoving in the wind.
Though his hair was white, his eyes were as bright as stars, exuding a suffocating pressure.
He stood there silently, yet he brought a stillness to the entire Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain.
"Grand... Grand Marshal..." Xu Feng’s voice was fearfully dry, even though he had mentally prepared, he still felt inexplicably frightened.
Lu Xuan slowly raised his gaze, and wherever it fell, the hundred-thousand-strong Guard Army knelt down in unison.
Even those rebellious generals, who had been so fierce moments ago, now prostrated themselves on the ground, shaking like sieve starch.
Master Huanmie watched Lu Xuan, who had arrived by breaking through the air, a faint cold smile playing at the corner of his mouth.
The appearance of this nation’s Grand Marshal, though it disrupted his meticulously planned strategy, did not cause him any panic.
He placed his hands behind his back and spoke slowly, his voice carrying a slight hint of indifference.
"Mr. Lu, the old monk has met you several times before, worthy of being Daqian’s Grand Marshal of the nation!"
As soon as the words fell, Master Huanmie suddenly narrowed his eyes, calling lightly into the void: "Brother Xuyuang!"
In an instant, a lightning-fast figure broke through the sky; it was an elderly Daoist with a duster, crane-haired yet childlike in appearance.
Without the slightest hesitation or greeting, Master Huanmie quickly pressed his palms together, golden light surged around him.
Master Huanmie’s Thousand Hands Gang Yuan Dharma Aspect suddenly emerged, each Buddha hand forming a different Dharma Seal.
Great Vajra Wheel Seal, Treasure Vase Seal, Fearless Seal... countless golden palm shadows filled the sky, dyeing the entire sky golden.
Where the palm wind passed, the mountain stones turned to powder, even the air flowed in reverse.
Ultimately, this vast golden Gang Yuan instantly condensed into several giant Buddha palms, carrying the momentum to destroy heaven and earth, they roared towards Lu Xuan.
At the same time, Xuyang’s long sword was unsheathed, a burst of blue light shot forth.
Countless blue sword lights weaved into a celestial net in the air.
Each sword light contained the power to sever mountains and rivers.
In an instant, countless stunning blue sword lights poured down like a galaxy, transforming into a sky full of sword rain, aiming straight at Lu Xuan’s face.
"Kill!"
The two supreme Grandmasters shouted simultaneously, unleashing their killing moves, as if the heavens and earth were collapsing.
This strike was them attacking with all their lifelong Gang Yuan.
At the level of supreme Grandmaster battles, every move concealed life and death, one slight misstep could lead to eternal doom.
For this reason, both Master Huanmie and Xuyang abandoned all unnecessary words from the start, applying themselves with full force.
They swore to eradicate this powerful Daqian army marshal within the shortest possible time.
Facing the full strike of two supreme Grandmasters, Lu Xuan raised his hand gently.
His movements were slow, yet curiously his attack came second but arrived first.
Where his fingertip pointed, countless golden lights suddenly appeared in the void.
"Break."
With a simple word, the entire world fell silent.
The sky full of Buddha palms suddenly solidified, then shattered like a mirror.
Countless blue sword lights also crumbled inches at a time in the air, dispersing into starlight.
Master Huanmie’s pupils suddenly contracted; he was horrified to discover that his body was suppressed by some kind of force.
"This is impossible!" Xuyang spat out blood, his right hand suddenly exploded into a mist of blood.
"You... your power!"
Lu Xuan did not answer.
He simply walked forward slowly, with each step he took, the two supreme Grandmasters stepped back three paces.
In an instant, the heavens and earth darkened abruptly.
Nine towering tiger king apparitions descended from the void, each emitting a suffocating pressure.
The most terrifying was that white tiger apparition, whose claws ripped the space like thin paper!
Master Huanmie’s Thousand Hand Dharma instantly froze, his cloudy pupils reflected that world-ending tiger claw.
Suddenly recalled the scroll deep in the Scripture Pavilion: "At the peak of martial arts, one can commune with the gods..."
Xuyang’s face turned ashen, the duster in his hand shattered piece by piece.
He suddenly understood why Lu Xuan could easily break their killing moves.
This wasn’t the power of a supreme Grandmaster at all!
"Earth... Immortal?!" Both Grandmasters exclaimed simultaneously, their voices abruptly halted.
Nine tiger claw apparitions fell simultaneously, the resulting air waves surged like a tsunami.
In the last moment, the two exchanged a glance, a mix of despair, reluctance, and envy for the legendary realm in their eyes.
Amidst an earth-shattering roar, the tiger claw apparitions pierced their Protective Gang Qi, shredding their bodies into a blood mist.
Scarlet blood beads floated in the air, smashed into powder by the residual might of the tiger king apparitions, leaving only empty robes descending softly.
The blood mist had yet to dissipate, but Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain was already deathly silent.
Three thousand martial monks suddenly knelt in unison, their Buddha tools clattering to the ground.
Several elderly monks knocking their heads on the ground, blood marks on their foreheads: "Master... Master!"
Wailing echoed across the mountains, yet none dared to look directly at that golden figure.
The hundred thousand Guard Army was already prostrate on the ground, the clash of armor sounding like torrential rain.
The soldiers in the front row buried their faces deep in the soil, fearing to meet that gaze.
Only Xu Feng was left standing alone, adrift in the wind.
Lu Xuan did not spare even a glance at these people.
He turned to look at Lu Jinyun and the others, the gold in his eyes faded, returning to deep stillness.
"Father..." As Lu Jinyun spoke, a beam of golden light entered his brow.
Mysterious golden light enveloped the three, their fractured meridians visibly rejoined, shattered bones spontaneously reset.
"Proceed according to the original plan!"
"Li Ming will assist you!"
"If Daqian is not enough, then gather the whole world!"