With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 832 - 613: Sky-Supporting White Jade Pillar, Sea-Spanning Purple-Gold Beam!
Fang Jianxing retreated continuously, then seized the moment to stomp on the plow-stick head. Behind him, two black tendrils shot out, crescent-shaped like scimitars, aiming for the Arhat’s neck!
The Arhat wouldn’t give Fang Jianxing this chance. The white jade pillar was not only indestructible, but in His hands, it was flexible and transformative, full of potential.
He immediately moved the rod forward, his empty left arm emanating a green glow like "parting grass to find a snake," splitting apart the two black crescent blades.
As the stick head was stepped on by Fang Jianxing, the rod bent into an "n" shape. The Arhat’s eyes narrowed, perfectly utilizing the elastic change of the white jade pillar, reclining as He kicked towards the front end of the white jade pillar.
The tremendous force conducted by the rod head sprang upwards like "Jiang Taigong fishing"!
Fang Jianxing hesitated, unsure whether to release his foot or keep it there. In the moment of indecision—
Bang!
"Ahhh!"
A crisp explosion resounded, accompanied by Fang Jianxing’s scream, as this strike finally hit the mark!
Black energy scattered, the Arhat lifted His eyes, the front end of the white jade pillar stained blood red.
Blood droplets dripped from the chin, falling to the ground. Fang Jianxing covered his mouth with one hand, air whistling through his teeth.
Once he let go, the inside of his mouth looked like a gate shattered open.
Seven or eight molars vanished without a trace, his mouth full of bloody froth.
"Hoo..."
Jianglong pinched his lips, restraining his breathing so the enemy wouldn’t notice.
The scent of incense dissipated too quickly, he could barely hold on...
Yet He still showed no outward signs, smiling slyly.
He planted the white jade pillar firmly into the ground, continuing to provoke verbally to stall...
Fang Jianxing lowered his head, listening to the monk’s chanting. After a while, a wheezing, sinister laughter squeezed from his throat.
When he raised his head again, red light nearly overflowed his pupils.
The Arhat sensed something was wrong, glancing with the corner of His eye at the intricate formation pattern made of dark green smoke, already enclosing Him.
The next second, the demonic array exploded!
Driven by anger, the demon form emerged—enacting the spell to devour phantom spirits!
Demonic Qi burst into arcs and rings, the world grey and dark, the entire hall crumbling to fragments...
At the center of the array’s explosion, countless demonic phantoms attacked. The Arhat grasped the white jade pillar with one hand, twirling the staff around His back for defense! Twirling it around His chest to lift off! His breathing grew increasingly labored, as if He couldn’t catch His breath, like a deflated ball.
Holding out until the array’s explosive finale, He spun, wielding the staff with a hand swap, side-stepping with His right foot planted, flipping around the staff in a whirlwind, dragon shadow stretching along the rod, following with a "phoenix nod" from the tip, the Azure Dragon roared out again, slicing down the thief!
"Demon brat!!!"
Eyebrows tightened, eyes wide open!
Veins bulging, His face twisted with rage!
A visage full of wrath, subjugating demonic obstacles!
Seeing the Arhat’s thunderous approach, peril imminent!
Fang Jianxing remained calm, unmoving.
Swoosh—
In the blink of an eye, the dragon’s claw was only three inches from his forehead!
Three inches!
In an instant.
The Arhat’s figure froze, the dragon claw curling, eventually drooping like a wilting flower stamen...
His smooth temple veins burst in a cross pattern.
Lowering His head, His chest revealed a massive, hollow cavity the size of a vat.
Through the hollow, one could see the formation center behind, where a phantom effigy identical to Fang Jianxing stood, glistening like a mirrored surface.
"Hehehe..."
Crash!
The towering white jade pillar hit the ground, shattering into floating white light.
The last of His mana spent, unable to sustain the repair of the gaping hollow in His chest.
The Arhat bowed His head, hands in prayer, His expression utterly serene.
"The dust of karma has settled, the causes and effects are all void, this body returns to emptiness, the righteous thoughts undying, may I save all beings, without sorrow or joy, Namo Amitabha Buddha—"
Until the last moment, He continued to stall time...
The Arhat howled towards the sky!
"To go!" 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶
In the next second, His form and the white jade pillar turned to light and disappeared.
Vanished without a trace...
Fang Jianxing straightened up, licking his lips, spat out a mouthful of blood phlegm directly onto the spot where the Arhat had vanished.
Wisps of black smoke rose.
"Pah! What a near-dead old guy, fighting so desperately..."
