“You’ve arrived.”
Looking at Wu Xin, who was walking step by step towards him, Ming Ye slowly opened his eyes and a slight smile appeared on his face.
Ever since he had left Yin Shan, he had already received news that the Buddha Son of Fo Shan, Wu Xin, was also coming for Divine Sword City.
At that moment, he, too, was coming for the Buddha Son of Fo Shan.
The grievances between Foshan and Yin Shan, spanning thousands of years, would officially begin with the meeting of these two juniors.
Tianhe County and other counties in East Continent had been quiet for a long time.
Such prolonged quietness brought with it an incredibly fierce counterattack.
And this, the major powers had already sensed.
Therefore, the grand event of Divine Sword City was merely a beginning.
“Patron, Little Monk has arrived.”
“I had long heard that the Yin Shan elder had taken in a disciple of unparalleled talent. Now that I see him, it is indeed true.”
Wu Xin merely smiled faintly at this.
“Since you’re here, let’s begin. Let me see just how capable the Buddha Son, hailed by Foshan as the number one Prodigy in thousands of years, truly is?”
Ming Ye slowly rose, surrounded by black Qi, while a massive golden Buddha slowly appeared behind Wu Xin.
The golden Buddha radiated golden light across the entire plaza, and wherever the golden light shone, waves of Buddhist chants resounded.
For the many young people present, these Buddhist chants had no effect on them whatsoever.
“Come, Ghost Venerable, manifest.”
With a cold snort from Ming Ye, a gigantic black skull appeared behind him. From above the skull, waves of eerie, terrifying Qi emanated, sending shivers down one’s spine.
On the surface, it seemed calm, but in reality, the two had already begun their hidden contest.
For a time, neither could do anything to the other.
“Foshan’s Great Non-Action Heart Sutra? It is indeed formidable, but let me show you my Nine Great Ghost Venerables of Yin Shan.”
Ming Ye’s body involuntarily retreated as he gritted his teeth and spoke.
In front of this Buddha statue, his strength was suppressed by thirty percent.
His master had told him earlier that Foshan was their true nemesis.
Foshan’s Great Non-Action Heart Sutra seemed to be naturally designed to counter their Yin Shan.
However, he didn’t believe it.
As Ming Ye let out a loud roar, eight gigantic skulls slowly appeared behind him, gradually encircling Wu Xin.
Each of these nine skulls represented a Ghost Venerable from the boundless Hell.
Immediately, the young people around the plaza quickly circulated the spiritual power within their bodies to resist.
The clash between these two was simply too terrifying.
One brought endless coldness, while the other brought endless warmth.
This gave the young people watching around them a feeling akin to experiencing both ice and fire.
To be honest, this feeling was extremely unpleasant.
“Om.”
Wu Xin slowly uttered a single word.
Instantly, the golden light from the golden Buddha behind him burst forth, and two skulls completely dissipated under this golden light.
Ming Ye’s face, however, turned pale.
“Ma.”
With another word, Ming Ye stumbled back three steps, spitting out a large mouthful of fresh blood.
“Ni.”
Pfft.
Ming Ye knelt on the ground, looking at the black blood before him, then raised his head to look at Wu Xin, his face filled with unwillingness.
“Impossible, Nine Nether Soul-Locking Array, rise!”
Ming Ye’s face was frantic, his hands rapidly forming seals. On the arena, a terrifyingly vast phantom appeared, encircling Wu Xin.
Around him, chains extended, entirely black in color, with mysterious runes carved upon them, emitting terrifying black Qi.
Chain after chain coiled around the golden Buddha, slowly suppressing its golden light.
“Soul Lock.”
As Ming Ye roared, streaks of black Qi appeared on the originally shimmering golden Buddha, beginning to corrode the golden light.
In just a few seconds, half of the golden Buddha’s body became pitch black.
And half of Wu Xin’s face also turned completely black, his body, full of Buddhist nature, gradually being corroded.
Yet, even so, Wu Xin merely pressed his palms together, standing in place, completely unconcerned.
“Ba.”
Boom.
As Wu Xin spoke, the black Qi on the golden Buddha was instantly suppressed, and the golden light reappeared.
“Mi.”
With another sound, cracks began to appear on the chains locking the golden Buddha, while Ming Ye’s aura surged wildly, his face filled with madness.
He refused to believe it couldn’t be locked.
“Lock it for me!”
As the chains contracted violently, cracks gradually began to appear on the golden Buddha as well.
Once the golden Buddha shattered, Wu Xin’s Buddhist heart would surely be damaged, leading to a crushing defeat.
The young people around, seeing this, shook their heads.
It seemed the Buddha Son of Fo Shan was about to lose.
“Hum.”
As the last word fell, the golden light on the golden Buddha burst forth, and the cracks from before had vanished.
The black chains also snapped instantly.
Ming Ye spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood, his entire aura extremely weak.
His whole body slammed heavily against the edge of the arena behind him.
“Patron, you have lost.”
Putting away the golden Buddha, Wu Xin bowed to Ming Ye with palms pressed together, then sat cross-legged on the ground without a care, closing his eyes to begin meditating.
“Lost, lost, I am unwilling, so unwilling!”
Ming Ye knelt on the ground, his face filled with unwillingness.
Then he turned and walked off the arena, heading into the distance.
Though he couldn't believe this outcome, a loss was a loss.
Ming Ye’s defeat caused a sigh of lament among the surrounding people.
It turned out they had all misjudged earlier.
“This is a true battle.”
Ye Lin sat in his seat, his face full of admiration.
From the battle between Wu Xin and Ming Ye just now, he had gained a lot of insights and made significant progress.
“What did you see? Why didn’t I see anything?”
Seeing Ye Lin sigh, Li Youwei, who was beside him, looked puzzled.
In her eyes, wasn’t it just whoever’s voice was quieter won?
“You, you need to watch with your heart, not like you’re just watching a show.”
Looking at the little girl beside him, Ye Lin was speechless.
Li Youwei was purely watching it as entertainment; if he gave her two bags of melon seeds, it would be even more fitting.
“What’s so good about you hitting me and me hitting you? It’s not as good as Third Grandfather singing opera, boring.”
Li Youwei shook her head, her face full of disinterest.
“It’s Brother Wushuang.”
Suddenly, Li Youwei’s eyes widened, her face filled with surprise.
Ye Lin turned his head to look, only to see Jian Wushuang, dressed in hemp clothes and carrying two long swords on his back, slowly standing in front of Wu Xin.
“Monk, I’ll give you time. When you’re ready, remember to say something.”
After Jian Wushuang finished speaking, he just stood there, looking at Wu Xin, waiting.
He said he wanted to fight Wu Xin, so he would definitely fight Wu Xin.
“Look, it’s Jian Wushuang! Is Jian Wushuang going to make a move? So exciting!”
“Holy crap, after three years, is Jian Wushuang finally making a move? This is a battle that will go down in history!”
“Jian Wushuang is so strong, just by standing there, I don’t dare to draw my sword.”
Looking at Jian Wushuang on the arena, the entire plaza instantly ignited.
Jian Wushuang, recognized by the world as the number one among the younger generation in Tianhe County.
His two Xuanhuang Swords traversed the entire Tianhe County.
Among the younger generation, anyone who could withstand one sword from Jian Wushuang could be called a Prodigy; those who could withstand two swords could even rank among the top in the entire Tianhe County.
Those who could withstand three swords were considered top-tier Prodigies.
However, these were all from three years ago.
No one knew how strong Jian Wushuang was now.
“Patron, Little Monk has finished recuperating. Come.”
Wu Xin slowly rose, pressed his palms together, and simply looked at Jian Wushuang before him.
What if Jian Wushuang was strong?
Ye Lin was right, whether someone was strong or not, you only knew after fighting.
