With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 833 - 614: Yamata-no-Orochi, White Snake, Calamity Star!
As the thought passed through his mind, Fang Jianxing’s expression lit up with joy, and the aching tooth at the corner of his mouth ceased hurting.
His figure, like the Arhat, tended towards the ethereal, as he raised his limbs to observe, akin to particles of light scattering and disappearing.
Without the mana from the Arhat to support it, the Dharma Realm could no longer hold, shattering like layers of a mirror before him.
"Out!"
Fang Jianxing was overjoyed.
As light flashed once more before his eyes, he barely had time to breathe; with one hand, he summoned the flag, and his feet rushed out as if greased.
Black smoke burst and dispersed, on the verge of vanishing entirely.
...
Outside the fiery light, the four watched Fang Jianxing scamper about like a trapped mouse, bumping into everything.
The Grandmaster of Martial Arts University stood with arms crossed, a teasing smile on his face.
"A desperate rat in the gutter, triumphing and failing because of the light shield, trapped inside where no escape is possible, hahaha."
Abbot Guyue nodded and smiled:
"How kind—many willful acts of wrongdoing lead to self-destruction."
Chen Xin watched Fang Jianxing scamper about, failing to escape, and chuckled.
Then, with a stern expression, he asked:
"Inside this light shield, the inner and outer are like reflections. Is Meng Chuan also trapped in its spatial secret realm, unable to exit?"
The Grandmaster nodded, saying:
"Indeed, Meng Chuan’s figure has vanished, likely trapped within the inner space of this light shield.
Such treasures that can temporarily separate the human dimension are rare even in the Celestial Demon Realm."
Chen Xin quickly followed up:
"So, Meng Chuan may be in danger?"
"Hmm... hmm?"
The Grandmaster frowned slightly, why did the monk’s tone sound a bit gloating?
Does the young genius from United University hold a grudge against these two old monks?
Unclear for now, he decided not to involve himself, given he’s not from Northern United University either.
Turning his thoughts, he explained calmly:
"Not necessarily. Meng Chuan might just be trapped inside, and once the treasure’s inherent energy runs out, he should be able to get out.
By then, this light shield will vanish as well."
Having just finished speaking, he noticed Chen Xin’s expression visibly fall.
"Alright, I hope Donor Meng is safely unharmed..."
Chen Xin realized his slip, awkwardly laughed, and corrected himself.
Meanwhile, the few watched the Demon Path Martial Artist inside the light shield remain motionless.
Fang Jianxing stood quietly in place, thoroughly stunned.
"Has Burning Steel still not dealt with Meng Chuan?"
If dealt with, this Red Flame Wheel Shield would have long been shattered with a single hand flag summon, leaving the sky wide open for free flight.
Yet in reality, the light shield stood stable like a mountain, sunk into the ground, catching both him and the turtle.
Not taken care of, really?
Is Burning Steel truly the chosen of Purgatory?
For so long, it couldn’t...
Fang Jianxing shook his head suddenly, his gaze resolute again.
The chosen cannot be false; they are genuinely invincible at the same tier in the Cosmic Realm, representing top-notch genius capable of reverse slaughter across tiers.
Meng Chuan, after all, is only causing havoc in the human world, like a small-town ruffian against Burning Steel, unable to stir up waves.
"This kid must be hiding, maybe still struggling in the soul-burning layer, yes!
This kid’s flesh is solid, enduring the smelt, still resisting!"
With clarity in thought, Fang Jianxing’s expression eased considerably.
What needs contemplating now is, in the moment Meng Chuan dies in the Red Refining Banner, how to break out of the encirclement outside the Red Flame Wheel Shield and escape.
He looked up; the situation did not look promising...
The aura from the knife-wielding burly man outside was particularly terrifying.
The surrounding light blue air currents, like living entities, confronted him, drawn tense and taut at every turn.
It’s certain that once the Red Flame Wheel Shield shatters, he will be pinned to the ground, unable to move by the opponent...
"Grandmaster..."
His gaze shifted to the two old monks, seemingly choosing an appropriate target for his strike.
Regardless, he must switch skins again; today, he’ll have to survive by sacrificing a part...
But luckily, holding the Red Refining Banner, extracting Thunder Law from Meng Chuan’s soul, this is more significant than anything!
"Wait a little more, this kid won’t last much longer..."
Steadying his patience, waiting for him to fall with tomorrow’s yellow flowers, he’ll still be the one laughing at last this time...
...
Japan, Shizuoka Prefecture, several hundred kilometers from Kyoto.
The sky here was gloomy and mysterious, like the furious visage of a Vishnu statue.
Thunder rolled like stones from a mountain, cleansing the earth.
The cherry blossom courtyard swayed and dangled amidst wind and thunder, resembling a rootless tree floating on water, ready to overturn at any moment.
Luo Guanyun ascended into the air, hands gathering energy as if a deity beating the drum, his head full of black hair scattering in a wild dance of dragons and snakes.
A bright disc at his back reflected the tumultuous thunder pool, whipping up silver-white turbulent waves.
Moonlight illuminates the great river!
Under the illumination of moonlight, a tall figure continuously churned in the thunder pool.
A giant white-scaled python was engulfed by electric plasma, rolling up time and again, raising its massive head to roar, yet with an open mouth, it was arrogantly swallowed by the thunderstorm’s big waves...
Incarnated as the white demon snake, Sakura was clearly on a losing end, barely able to guard its tracks.
Yet in the next moment, Luo Guanyun plunged with the storm, fingers pinching the swelling "cross" shaped lightning, flashing instantly over the white snake’s head!
"Girl, achieving Grandmaster through an Evil Path, is merely the illusion of a knife severing limbs.
Redeem your sins in the next life, try to be human again in the life after!"
Luo Guanyun swung his arm, tearing through countless explosive traces with the lightning.
The harsh thunder echoed, displaying the inherent advantage of Innate Celestial God at this moment vividly.
Eighty thousand horses!
Immense Spiritual Power propelled mental magnetic fields, coalescing a nearly thousand-foot-sized exaggerated lead cloud cover, akin to a black top sealing the heavens and earth.
The dark clouds rapidly consolidated into a giant stream, the thunder stream triggered, suspended high in the nine heavens.
Accompanying his punch, it slashed down decisively!
