LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 125
Chapter 125
The crowd watched in awe. The Sweeping Monk’s expression grew serious. “Your Taiji Dao is impressive. No wonder you dare come to Shaolin.”
“I admit, Master Zhang, your talent is extraordinary. Given time, you will surpass me. But today, you will not crush Shaolin’s gates.”
“Master Zhang, I advise you to leave now, and I will not pursue this matter.”
Zhang Sanfeng replied calmly, “No need for words. Today, we will fight.”
“Why force this?” The Sweeping Monk’s body radiated golden light, forming an unparalleled golden body. The Buddhist golden body was a hallmark of Buddhist masters, but the Sweeping Monk’s golden body was at a higher level, known as the Golden Buddha True Body.
The Golden Buddha True Body made the Sweeping Monk appear like a Buddha incarnate. He moved, his body instantly appearing before Zhang Sanfeng, his palm extending, golden light condensed on it. The crowd focused on his withered hand, filled with Buddhist light.
Zhang Sanfeng’s eyes grew serious. Black-and-white energies swirled around him. He held his whisk in his left hand, tracing intricate patterns with his right, extending his palm.
A short sound echoed as their palms met and separated. The impact was far less dramatic, but both men trembled, their bodies flying back. Only they knew the true power clash that had occurred in that instant. Zhang Sanfeng, newly ascended, had slightly less true power, but his Taiji Dao compensated.
“Your Golden Buddha True Body is indeed extraordinary,” Zhang Sanfeng praised, stepping forward, his right hand forming a fist, elegantly striking at the Sweeping Monk.
Taiji Fist and Taiji Sword were Zhang Sanfeng’s dual masterpieces.
The Sweeping Monk, not to be outdone, used his Golden Buddha True Body and Shaolin’s ultimate techniques.
The so-called seventy-two supreme skills were all mastered. The true power of a Land Immortal, enhanced by their unique path, resonated with the forces of heaven and earth, transforming the ordinary into the extraordinary.
The two clashed, exchanging hundreds of moves in an instant. The sky and earth were filled with their shadows. Despite their efforts to control the impact, some residual energy still affected the crowd, making them pale with shock.
The battle proved that Zhang Sanfeng was on par with the Sweeping Monk, a remarkable feat.
“Master Zhang is indeed a prodigy!”
“I heard Master Zhang wasn’t particularly outstanding in his youth, even less so than the Three Monks of Duer. But in middle age, he had an epiphany and soared to greatness!”
“Master Zhang is a late bloomer, now a Land Immortal. If he continues like this, he will be among the peak of Land Immortals!”
The crowd marveled. The Sweeping Monk was equally shocked. Despite his best efforts, he couldn’t defeat Zhang Sanfeng. Such talent was clearly superior. But Zhang Sanfeng wasn’t satisfied. He had come to crush Shaolin and avenge his disciple.
He retreated, drawing the Bi Shui Sword from his waist. “My old sword is no longer suitable. Today, I will borrow my disciple Changge’s spiritual sword to defeat you!”
With the Bi Shui Sword in hand, Zhang Sanfeng’s white hair fluttered, his spirit soaring. Borrowing Ning Changge’s sword served two purposes: needing a sword to bear his true power and giving his disciple a sense of participation.
The crowd was shocked, including the Sweeping Monk, who stared at the sword. “That’s… the Little Immortal’s sword!”
“The Little Immortal used this sword to sever the Evil Emperor’s limbs on Mount Emei. Will we see a repeat today?”
“If the Little Immortal is here, today will be truly spectacular.” The crowd’s eyes lit up, especially Xiao Feng, who had missed seeing Ning Changge on Tianzhu Peak and longed for the chance.
With the Bi Shui Sword, Zhang Sanfeng’s power surged. Ning Changge, sensing the battle, smiled. With the Bi Shui Sword, Zhang Sanfeng’s resonance with the forces of heaven and earth increased significantly.
The Sweeping Monk’s expression changed. He tried to crush the black-and-white sword energy with his Golden Buddha True Body, but the sword energy, filled with Taiji’s mysteries, tore through the golden light, leaving wounds.
The Sweeping Monk was injured! Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo were stunned. They knew the Sweeping Monk’s power, but Zhang Sanfeng had injured him! The crowd was in shock.
Zhang Sanfeng pressed his advantage. With the Bi Shui Sword, his Taiji Sword’s power soared, shifting the balance in his favor.
The Sweeping Monk, despite his efforts, was suppressed. The Golden Buddha True Body began to crack. If it shattered, his essence would be severely damaged, potentially ending his path.
The crowd watched in awe. Zhang Sanfeng’s strength and the sword’s power were undeniable. The monks of Shaolin were anxious and fearful. If the Sweeping Monk was defeated, it would be a disaster for Shaolin.
Abbot Xuanci took a deep breath and shouted, “Masters, assist the Buddha!” Originally, the battle was between Zhang Sanfeng and the Sweeping Monk.
If Shaolin used numbers, they would be ridiculed. But now, if the Sweeping Monk lost, no one could stop Zhang Sanfeng.
Xuanci shouted, “Master Zhang, we respect you as a Daoist master. But if you use a spiritual sword to suppress our Buddha, we will not hesitate to use numbers!”
As he spoke, chants echoed from behind the monks. Four elderly Heaven-Man monks, more powerful than the Three Monks of Duer, stepped forward, followed by fourteen other monks, both old and middle-aged, all highly skilled.
“Form the Eighteen Arhats Formation!” The crowd was astonished. But they wondered, how could Heaven-Man monks affect a battle between Land Immortals? Then they saw the four elderly monks sitting in a circle, the others supporting them, their faces red with effort. A golden relic rose, radiating Buddhist light.
Ming’s Shaolin had relics, and so did Song’s Shaolin! Zhang Sanfeng’s expression grew serious. Another Buddha-level power would be difficult to handle. But before he could react, far away on Tianzhu Peak, Ning Changge’s eyes grew cold.
“Bullying my master? No way!” His remaining four spiritual swords trembled, transmitting their power.
Meanwhile, on Mount Shaoshi, a fierce sword hum echoed, drawing everyone’s attention.
The Bi Shui Sword in Zhang Sanfeng’s hand vibrated wildly, emitting unprecedented waves.
The swords on Mount Shaoshi resonated, and the martial artists were terrified. This was the Little Immortal’s sword, and it was reacting!
Tln : Shaolin be like, Nah We’d win.