Chapter 596: Cao Youqian Battles the Heroes in Succession
Drip, drop.
Time was flying by, minute by second.
Neither of the two figures in the sky made the first move. In a duel between experts, techniques were often not the most important factor; one's state of mind and comprehension of the Great Dao were the keys to victory.
Cao Youqian still stood with his arms crossed, the sneer on his face never fading, while the fighting intent in his eyes grew ever more intense.
Conversely, on Mo Ke's side, beads of sweat had already begun to form on his forehead.
The moment those beads of sweat gathered and slid down Mo Ke's cheek, he opened his eyes, pushed his hands forward, and uttered four words.
"Ten Thousand Buddhas Homage to the Patriarch!"
In an instant, the towering Buddha statue in the sky clapped its hands together, condensing into a giant Swastika Buddhist seal that flew out.
As the Buddha seal appeared, the sun, moon, and stars within the Nine Cauldrons Secret Realm instantly lost their light.
That Buddha seal contained the supreme true essence of the Buddhist Dao, capable of suppressing ghosts, gods, immortals, demons, and all things in the world.
The vast majority of surrounding cultivators looked at the Buddha seal in the sky, their bodies trembling involuntarily. Their legs felt as though the bones had been removed, and they could not help but kneel on the ground.
Some experts of the older generation were slightly better off and could barely maintain their footing.
However, they could only remain standing without falling; they did not even have the strength to speak.
At this moment, only one thought remained in their minds: this Buddhist Son Mo Ke was truly terrifyingly strong.
"Somewhat interesting."
As Cao Youqian spoke, he raised his hand and blasted out a punch.
"Extreme Way Divine Fist!"
Accompanying Cao Youqian's strike, the Dharma Idol manifested by the true essence of his Great Dao blasted out a punch.
There were no superfluous movements; it was just a very ordinary punch.
Boom!
The punch created a sonic boom.
This punch seemed as though it would blast right through the entire Nine Cauldrons Secret Realm.
When the fist struck, mountains collapsed and the earth cracked; even the sky seemed to develop fissures.
Under the shock of this punch, the onlookers of the older generation could no longer maintain their footing and fell sitting onto the ground. They stared with wide eyes, looking at Cao Youqian in the sky with expressions of shock.
Who would win?
The thought had just flashed through the minds of the onlookers.
They saw that punch shatter the Swastika Buddhist seal that radiated golden Buddhist light.
That punch did not stop, continuing to blast toward Mo Ke's Dharma Idol.
Rumble!!!
Accompanied by a huge rumbling sound, Buddhist Son Mo Ke's Buddha Dharma Idol instantly collapsed.
Pu...
A mouthful of fresh blood sprayed from Buddhist Son Mo Ke's mouth. He slowly opened his eyes and said, "Saint Son Cao's Tyrant Fist is unmatched; this monk admits defeat."
Cao Youqian smiled and said, "Being able to take one of my punches and only cough up blood, you're not bad either, little monk."
"..."
Buddhist Son Mo Ke froze for a moment, then said, "Saint Son Cao flatters me. This monk will take his leave now."
"Hmm, go on down then."
The look of disdain on Cao Youqian's face vanished as he slightly clasped his hands toward the other party.
Buddhist Son Mo Ke turned around and immediately disappeared into the sky. It was a long time before the onlookers present came back to their senses.
The battle just now had exceeded their understanding. A thought surfaced in the minds of many: were those two individuals truly Marquis and not Great Sages?
Cao Youqian cracked his neck and continued, "Next."
"Hmph!"
A cold snort came from within the Blood God Cult as a man wearing a blood-colored mask walked out from the crowd.
The moment he appeared, the sky and the earth were instantly stained with a layer of blood, and an aura of desolate killing shrouded the land.
The people present looked at this man and felt their hair stand on end involuntarily.
"Who is this person? Such a massive killing intent; he is even stronger than Shi Xuan."
"I remember him. He is the unmatched genius from the Blood God Cult from thirty years ago, Sword King Yixi. In the past, after unsheathing the Yixi Sword, he went to Tianzhou to train. I didn't expect the Blood God Cult to summon him back this time. I wonder just how strong he is now?"
"..."
Everyone discussed spiritedly, their faces revealing expressions of anticipation as they wanted to see which of these two geniuses was superior.
"What is your name? Report it."
Cao Youqian looked at the masked man before him and said with a smile.
"This Saint Son is Yixi."
Saint Son Yixi's tone was extremely cold, devoid of any emotion whatsoever.
"In that case, the sword in your hand is the Yixi Divine Sword."
Cao Youqian cast his gaze upon the precious sword in Saint Son Yixi's hand.
"Correct."
Saint Son Yixi said indifferently, "The sword in my hand is that peerless demonic sword, Yixi. Once this sword is unsheathed, it must see blood. I came back this time to witness Xiao Chen's Sword Dao, but using your blood to nourish the sword first is not bad either."
"Is that so?"
The smile on Cao Youqian's face became exceptionally excited: "If you want to fight my Eldest Senior Brother, you must get past me first."
"As you wish."
As Saint Son Yixi finished speaking, the aura around him burst forth. In an instant, the entire Nine Cauldrons Secret Realm was permeated by a bloody haze.
A Dharma Idol of a demonic god, dozens of zhang high, also floated into appearance in the sky.
As the demonic god appeared, heaven and earth wailed, while immortals and Buddhas trembled.
The earth quaked, and the sky emitted one strange sound after another.
Clang!
The moment the Yixi Demonic Sword left its sheath, a bloody light rushed straight into the sky.
Rumble!
A bolt of heavenly lightning struck down upon the demonic sword.
The next second, the malevolent energy around Saint Son Yixi surged. His pair of black eyes instantly turned blood-red, and his head of black hair became silver-white. The veins on the face beneath the mask bulged violently.
At this moment, he was a demonic god descending upon the world. All things in the world seemed like clay chickens and tile dogs in his eyes.
Hiss...
The onlookers outside the arena saw this scene and subconsciously drew in a breath of cold air.
"What kind of monster has the Blood God Cult cultivated? Such malevolent energy is comparable to that of extraterrestrial heavenly demons!"
"The Peerless Tyrant Fist is going to have a hard time in this battle."
"..."
Seeing this, Cao Youqian showed no fear on his face; instead, he became even more excited and grinned.
"Good, this is how a fight should be enjoyable!"
As he spoke, his stature surged, growing to over nine feet tall in an instant. His Dharma Idol was even more like a giant holding up the sky.
Various auras such as Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth, Wind, and Lightning swirled around him.
This scene left the vast majority of those present dumbfounded.
"The Peerless Tyrant Fist actually comprehended so many true essences. How did he manage it?"
"There are no hollow men under a great reputation. This is perhaps the source of the Peerless Tyrant Fist's arrogant confidence."
"..."
Clang!
The demonic sword in Yixi's hand struck down first. That sword seemed to possess the might to destroy the world; when it fell, mountains collapsed and the earth cracked.
Many cultivators feared that this sword would tear apart the entire secret realm.
Seeing this, Cao Youqian blasted out a punch.
Rumble!
Sword qi and fist power collided in mid-air, shaking the earth and mountains.
After one exchange, both individuals retreated half a step.
Saint Son Yixi said in a cold voice, "Your blood has the qualification to feed Yixi."
Cao Youqian wore a smile on his face: "You also have the qualification to make me go all out."
As the words fell, the two clashed once again.
Boom...
Accompanied by waves of rumbling sounds, the color of heaven and earth changed.
Wherever the aftershocks of their battle reached, everything turned to nothingness. The ten Great Sages acted with great tacit understanding, using light barriers to protect the disciples under their command.
After dozens of moves, the sky finally regained its calm. The onlookers' eyes swept back and forth between the two, wanting to know who the ultimate victor would be...
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